i thought this was classic.
this is a description of an item on ebay:
"The (insert item) displayed here on the long untidy grass that the video game playing food munching slug boy is too lazy to mow".
I sent the seller a question asking where the item could be picked up from. This was the reply:
"(insert suburb) 12 minutes from Carindale Shopping Centre where the wife spends everything I earn and more on stuff she doesn't wear because she thinks it makes her butt look big"
I gotta buy from this guy!!!
14 January 2010
13 January 2010
THIRTY-NINE!!!
it's a well known or little know fact...depending on how well or how not well, you know me...that i turned 39 just before christmas. obviously i had 39 years to prepare for this event but on the actual occurance of it, i'd have to say i had and have an issue with it.
i've never been one who gives two shits about my age. i've never been hung up on the ageing process. i've never pondered for hours in front of the mirror over the lines slowly, but almost feeling like over-night, apprearing on my face.
at 38 i even made plans for how i wanted to celebrate my 40th. as if this was an event i couldn't wait to get to. almost to the point that i was willing to wish a whole 2 years of my precious life away just to have a party.
but suddenly, at 39 i've realised i'm in the last year of my 30s. have my 30s been that good that i'm not willing to let them go? well like any passage of time, the years have had their ups and downs. the ups including travel, meeting the love of my life, changing jobs, meeting new people. the downs were family members sick or dying, loosing life-long friends to a cult, not being able to conceive through AI, changing jobs. the turmoils experienced by everyone in what is called living life.
so today i'm 39. in three hundred and something days i'll be 40. if i am having an issue at 39, will 40 be an issue? yes, i think it might be. but not sure what the issue is yet. perhaps its the feeling that i've never actually achieved anything with my life. oh but i have a job. i have a mortgage. those are accomplishments, right? obviously i'm searching for something more meaningful for my life.
i've never been one who gives two shits about my age. i've never been hung up on the ageing process. i've never pondered for hours in front of the mirror over the lines slowly, but almost feeling like over-night, apprearing on my face.
at 38 i even made plans for how i wanted to celebrate my 40th. as if this was an event i couldn't wait to get to. almost to the point that i was willing to wish a whole 2 years of my precious life away just to have a party.
but suddenly, at 39 i've realised i'm in the last year of my 30s. have my 30s been that good that i'm not willing to let them go? well like any passage of time, the years have had their ups and downs. the ups including travel, meeting the love of my life, changing jobs, meeting new people. the downs were family members sick or dying, loosing life-long friends to a cult, not being able to conceive through AI, changing jobs. the turmoils experienced by everyone in what is called living life.
so today i'm 39. in three hundred and something days i'll be 40. if i am having an issue at 39, will 40 be an issue? yes, i think it might be. but not sure what the issue is yet. perhaps its the feeling that i've never actually achieved anything with my life. oh but i have a job. i have a mortgage. those are accomplishments, right? obviously i'm searching for something more meaningful for my life.
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