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• feels like people are drilling into his head… #
• finally starting to feel human again - time to go out! #
• home again… drank more beer.. but sober this time. My liver is going to pack up and leave soon I swear #

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• is drunk and going to bed after a days work and plenty of drinking tonight woo!! #

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• testing out Flock, the social media browser #
• is trying to figure out what the hell plurk is?? #
• doesn’t know if he should use twitter or plurge or whatever it is… TOO many choices!! #
• has finally updated his blog… twice!! Check it out #

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Hot women. Crazy experiments and murder. Love it!

I’m not one to get too personal with blog posts - but this one is a little bit. So you can stop reading now if you don’t want to bore.

Recently I discovered an emotion that I was previously unfamiliar with.

re•morse |riˈmôrs|
noun
deep regret or guilt for a wrong committed : they were filled with remorse and shame

If you have never felt it, you are either a really bad person, or a really good person… or at least a good person yet to make a mistake so inexcusable and deplorable that it brings upon such a negative emotion.

Obviously for privacy I’m not going into detail - but I lost a close friend, maybe forever, and am walking a tightrope to try and keep from losing another.

I cheated. I lied.

Now I’m frantically trying to pick up the pieces of what was a rather vacuous decision. I thought I could conceal the dirty secret, and pretend it never happened. However, it turns out that I do have a conscience and it got the better of me. The truth was revealed, and hearts shattered away leaving only detestation and disgust. Then the truth reared its ugly head again, and disappointment and contempt replaced a once strong and validated friendship.

The worst part about remorse is the fact that there is no positive light to look towards. Nothing positive to look towards and help deal with the emotional pain. The only ‘good’ thing to come of it is the lesson to be learnt.

Never again will I. Never again.

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Just a short post I’m posting from my phone really to pass the time whilst I wait in line here at Centrelink. Seriously though, you would think they would put more staff on, because there is ALWAYS a line, and it ALWAYS takes forever. I have managed to live without the financial assistance from the Government for over a year now, but with my living situation changing recently, and the sent going up, I can’t go without any longer. Bah! I have waited for a good 20 minutes, just standing here.

What we do for money. The necessary evil. Damn you evil money, damn you!

UPDATE: Unfortunately on my phone it gets to a point where I can continue to type, but can’t actually see what I’m typing - so I had to finish it on the iMac at home. Which wasn’t quite what I had planned, but at least I can easily post a pretty little picture =).

Peace, love and no evil for you all!

Yep, pretty darn bored right about now. I have been getting up at midday ALL week. Which I actually don’t really like doing. But since I keep going to bed at like, 3-4am, I just struggle to get up any earlier. My body clock is going to be shot to hell for next week when Uni starts again.

It has been a while since I posted here. I think I’ll get around to doing a few posts… well… today.
Since I am broke, and can’t afford to do ANYTHING.

A recap on stories to be told:

• The final product of the ‘Tokyo City Sex Shooters: The Beginning’ documentary - which won the ‘Most Engaging Production’ award.
• My car being broken into and shit getting stolen.
• My 21st party, and it’s photos.
• Maddy’s 21st party, and it’s photos.

They are the stories to come. Until then, happy reading of random blogs, and enjoy a beer… or eight.