Parking spots...

Rent increase

Pressure on the rental market has forced my landlords to decide to increase my rent by 10%. Although they think that this will be more money in their pockets they are mistaken. Over the years from previous tenants the house has taken a pretty good battering. The walls look like they survived through world war II in Berlin and contain cracks that richie benough would lose an entire ring of keys down. The tiles are falling off, the doors don't close, the heater doesn't work properly, the taps drip and the garage is falling apart. The gardens have lived through the drought by employing weeds to do the job of real plants and the timber floor looks like offcuts from a sawmill.
All of these problems will be fixed if the rent is to increase, the real estate agent is coming over on Wednesday to assess the damage and I get the morning off to show her.
Wednesday will be a good day for me I hope, and a really bad one for the landlords.
I wish someone would just give me a house! Maybe I will take up squatting.

I forgot my mobiles and am hating it....

I forgot both my phones this morning and feel naked even though I am dressed to impress (not naked). Who would of thought that not having those two little electronic devices would make someone feel so insecure or that they were missing a part of themselves. To top it all off I am supposed to receive two fuckin important phonecalls this morning!
It hasn’t been the best start to the day, the tram was packed, it was cold as antartica, I forgot my phones, my ipod kept freezing and it’s nearly out of battery and I have eight hours of work ahead of me.
To top it all off I have a feeling that my house will probably be broken into again today and my beloved phones will be stolen considering there is nothing else in the house of value. If that happens I am calling the official worst day ever.

No holidays is as good as a change...

I only have two bloody hours leave left till the end of the year! I don’t know how that happened but along the way something must of fucked up! It doesn’t feel like I have been on holidays at all! I mean going to Perth isn’t a holiday, having your house broken into isn’t a holiday, and all the times I have been too hung-over should have been sick days! Maybe that’s what happened?
On the flipside for some reason I have accrued 208 hours sick leave that I should be entitled too so maybe it’s time to catch the flu (mildly).

If Peter Griffin was real and had a sex change...

UNCANNY!

I want this though...

Nice cars

Who said Volvo's aren't cool? Not me...


And if you like Reeboks this little number will blow back your hair...

Unlucky

What a pair of dipshits

Tha Weekend is nearly here

Unfortunately for my place of work I have been on my long weekend since yesterday. Work used to be alright but lately I am counting down the hours till I win lotto. Will I want to work still? Of course not. Hopefully my lotto dream will come true this weekend if it doesn't I am thinking of gambling my entire next pay on the horses, which I know nothing about just to see if I do have a bit of luck on my side. Whoever said money doesn't buy happiness is a fuckhead because if I had money I wouldn't have to work which in turn would make me happy.

Favela Remindeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

I thought I would put his on here so as to remind myself I need to start saving to satisfy my vices...

It's a start with new kicks

Because I got kicked off Redhot because blogger version 2 was too cool for my work computer I decided to complain about shit on my own blog and I got new shoes!