I so luv PT

Too hot to walk to work in the current heat. But, why do I ever walk when such fantastic entertainment is to be found on the tram, I ask myself.
This fat chick in stretch, blue nylon pants fell on the tram this morning, down on her knees and then down on her elbows. And then a big fart! Barum!
Jesus, there ya go, I thought, as the crack at the bottom of her gigantic arse seemed to be smiling up at me. It looked like what I always think a 'moon face' should look like, when they refer to people as such. Of course, it would have been a blue moon, huh?
And talking to me too.
You can bet I sniggered.

Latin Boy

Oh, bugger it!

I opened a new post, I was just about to write something funny, when I sneezed with a mouthful of muesli; a big, tickle in your nose, neck twisting, power sneeze. Half chewed muesli sprayed all over my keyboard and screen. Yuk! Oh, fuck it! Ah... gritted teeth... bugger it! I'm off to get a cloth.

Aunt Stella's sitting room

Apologies

Aboriginals got their apology. Now poor white orphans are getting an apology. When are gay men and women going to get their apology?
For the homosexual panic defence, which, up until just recently, was able to be used in a court of law to legally defend killing gay men.
For being systematically demonised by the churches.
For being barred from marrying who we love.
For being treat as the scum of society up until, relatively, recently? And then, I guess, only for middle class white, western gays. Our gay brothers still get hanged in Iran, Pakistan, and other countries.
When do we get our apology?

In his room

We now have amazing means of communication at our finger tips, we can connect with just about anyone and anything, however, studies have shown that the longer we spend online, the more isolated we become.

Maybe it’s me?

Where I live, not so long ago, used to be my quiet corner of Fitzroy. But, just in the last few years it has turned into party central. And now it is full of tourists from other suburbs getting drunk and screaming and yahooing in the street. I often wonder what they would say if we went to their quiet, outer, suburban streets and carried on the same way, as they do in ours? I can imagine. They’d call the police in no time flat, I can bet you. Or hiss and complain, certainly. Last night, there were three drunk, twenty something, slappers sitting on the street, over the road, you know, just being incredibly fabulous, at the tops of their, high pitched, rat voices. I so wondered how I could contact the Montmorency football team to come take care of them?

But, you know, maybe it’s me, maybe I’m just being unreasonable about drunks, screaming, yelling, yahooing, crying - that’s one of my favourites, the drunk lovers quarrels, or the tearful dumped girlfriends wailing into their mobile phones to someone, presumably after their drunk boyfriends have slipped their tongue, finger, cock into some other drunk scrubber - until after 3am

Maybe it is me, as the grumpy theme carried on this morning.
Shane has this habit of going out and leaving washing in the washing machine. Errr! Every time I go to the washing machine, there seems to be his stuff in there. I don't think I am exaggerating. I have my dirty washing in one hand as I lift the lid to simply drop it in and then... ah! I've got to hang his first, before I do mine. So, you know what I did today, I took his out, dropped them on the floor, (clean, tiled floor) washed mine and then put his back in the machine. Pathetic, I know.

My roller door isn't working after Luke broke it.
And my repaired roof is still leaking.
And Shane has used up all the download allocation on our Internet in two days.
And I've run out of OZ and TopGear DVDs to watch instead.
And my computer speakers have packed it in.
And I've got crabs. Hence the need to do washing today. (I must remember to tell Ben, before he gives them back to me)
So, maybe it is me?

Paulo

Beautiful day

Wow! What a beautiful morning it was. The sun was a little fierce, truthfully. I had to shade my eyes with my hand, but that may have had more to do with me.
Ben and I stayed in and did pills, we had a fun. Lushed and lovely, is what I'd call it. He had to go see his grandma this morning. It's funny the things gay boys do the morning after they've done d's.
So, I sat on my balcony and watched the morning sun seep into every cell of the day. It sparkled, and glistened. The sky magically blue. The air crisp, like something very new. It was beautiful. I shivered with anticipation. Well, I guess not so much with anticipation, as... big smile.
I'm going back to bed.