So I came home today and found my grandma was gonna have dinner with us. She told us a couple of stories we had never heard. The first one was about her singing in a choir, and singing solo at a concert for Forgan Smith, the then premier of Queensland. Although the most amazing one was about living in Bethany when she was little. She told us she played with none other than (Sir) Joh Bjelke-Peterson, who was about her age. This prompted questions from my family such as: "So when did you realise he was corrupt?".
I started a new blog. I haven't done much work on it yet, but its' gonna be a political/issues themed blog. I hope I don't turn into a bleeding heart and bitch about every little problem in the world. The idea came to me when I was misplacing items at Coles and shouting aloud "fight the system! fuck the system!". Furthermore, in the line at the cinema, I was jumping up and down gesturing the people ahead of me to stop buying popcorn; buy your tickets and get the fuck outofmyway! Argh! I've been so pissed lately. I have to do something about it.
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you forgot to mention scaring the cinema ticket checker girl. (okay so not really scaring but sounds cooler).
Scaring? I just did her job for her! This is what I said:
ticket checker girl to people before me - "yep cinema 5 just on your right there"
*i look at my ticket, it says 'cinema 3'. i look at the big arrow in the hallway pointing towards cinema 3*
ticket checker girl to me - "yep cine..."
i interrupt - "cinema 3! on your left! yep!"
i know craig. this is why i added that stuff in brackets to my comment. well done.
Going mental craig :P
woo for going insane! WOO! woooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
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