I love a shit pile.

Metaphorically speaking of course.
There's nothing like getting right in the middle of one, smelling the odours, and somehow feel like there is peace in my neck of the woods.

Even though my neck is covered in faeces :)
Well my excercise regime!


Started off with a hiss and a roar, then, like a napalm blaze being extinguished with a helicopter dump of salty water, it's kinda fizzled out.


Like giving up anything in life, if your mind isn't in the right frame, why bother?


I'm a saaaad panda :(

Them's there are quitters words!

But the thing is, after your world says to you 'Hmmm....this looks like a great longdrop!

Here's some plops!' you start to think about things.

Do I continue on this path, or start afresh?

More often than not, the easier path of staying on the tried and tested is always the way to go. But thjat's the thing - if you never venture off the beaten track, and go AWOL in the boonies with the banjoe's, then how the hell do you know what's over the ridge? (please not sodomy, please not sodomy)

I am getting sick and tired of being the UN of my life - appeasing and making nice, but not doing fuck all because I have no balls.

I have maybe metal BB's - yow they hurt, but there's nothing like a .50 cal!

Soooo.......where to from here!

Fuck it!

Do I sound like a broken record, stuck on 'Ice Ice Baby'? Yeah, most probably.

But stayed tuned, non-existent readers! :D

I am going to stow my luggage in the overhead compartment, and go bananas!

Like an ape who wants bananas!

GO FUCKIN APESHIT!!!!

.....man I wish I had a voice-typer-thingymajig :(

To a passable beach body begins tomorrow!


I am a lazy fuck when it come's to keeping myself in shape.
And that's me being brutally honest.


I had the time after college where I got hyper-depressed, wondering why the fuck am I 20 and still never hooked up, or kissed a chica, so I did something about it.


Something drastic.


And shed 50 kg in 3 months, to look like Skeletor after a night on the Ecky's.
Or a horsie that should maybe be sent to the ol' Glue Factory in the sky!

And the point is, sure, I was a rotund lad before then, my whole fuckin life, and as soon as I shed a coat, chicks loved me, and wanted my babies! Which is extremely contradictory to the saying 'Don't judge a book by it's cover'.


Fuckin hell, if you have a sparkle sexy cover, it'll make you want to buy it, as opposed to a shabby, ugly cover, that yet has awesome, funny, juicy insides!


But oh well, enough of the rant.

"Tear some shit up biarch!"

I did it before to get tail, and do I have to do it again?
Possibly...........
......................Fuck it, who am I kidding - yes. I do.

It is a non-PC fact of life that is sooo unfortunate, but sooooo true.
Nobody has the 'Shallow Hal' jedi mind trick where they see the beauty of an inner person!
You want sexy hot dates, get yourself in the same league! Get off your arse and work it!
Drop it like it's hot!
Shake it like a salt shaker!
Bring your milkshake to the yard, and fuckin damn right, it's better than everyone elses!
So, Armaggedon begins tomorrow.
Stay tuned people who are non-existent and don't actually tread this! hehehe



Well, i'm now all booked and ready to shake my shit and once again head abroad,
to a nice warm climate for a change,
where I won't get held up at knife point,
offered drugs by undercover cops,
and get hit on by strippers!




Oh wait, maybe the US and Samoa are the same?

Time will tell! :D





Am heading off 19th of August for 9 days of sunny sleepy sandy good times, and this time i'm (hopefully) not going solo!


Awesomo VodaGirl is coming too, so I guess I better get some sembalance to my physique before I go!

The steroids that I am currently on for my poopoo back/neck/shoulder pain has whopped on my body kilos of poos, and pimples galore, so i'm hoping to get off the meds, and get a tyrinacal regime in place to shed the crap, and muscle up!

So hear goes nothing - tomorrow is a new day, to get all the flabbyness away!

Stay tuned.....