Sunday bloody Sunday..
How do I start this bit?
Well, you get up in the morning thinking of someone and missing them.
You get ready for twisties, you take a piss on the way to Black Spur, god takes a piss on you because you're smoking? you profit for a 10th time..
Going sideways in a FWD car is fun, Going sideways in a FWD car is fun twice, having relations with the guard rail isn't as fun.
Oh well, 10th mountain accident I've been involved in, the Mountain Dr was handy atleast to get out his tool..
To cut this Black Spur short, Bridgestones are SHIT in the WET.
I drove again on this day, fuck it felt good to drive again.
The ass wanted to kick out a bit during this time but a little clutching kept the car in my control.
Hours passed and kilometers driven, we were hungry and needed to go potty.
Believe it or not, 2 of these was 9 big ones..
oh well, went down well man.
We continued to drive and got back to Nathans and chilled with a slurpee....
Sadly we had to drop Sim off at home so she could get her room set up, Nathan and I exchanged some music....Reel Big Fish (Finally can just listen to the lot, finally)
Not long after that I called it a night, after all I was going to spend time with Rhiannon tomorrow before I left.
Monday...the Mon-day?
Things happen involving this....this spamtasy on a Monday.
Example:
Caddy Shack meme.
I got up early, had my shower shit and shave and I felt good.
meeting Rhiannon at Flinders st at 12:30 to spend some time with her.
We talked, I swore and got the look (yes, swearing is a big no-no on Victorian trains..) and we reacher her place.....buuuut got pizza beforehand
We ate food, we drank pepsi, we chilled, we cuddled, we kissed, we talked, we spooned, we massaged and we looked in eachothers eyes.
it felt so good man to just be in her presence, I really do miss it and miss her as a whole more.
I took Lloyd Bear back with me and Rhiannon insisted on giving me my green beads back that I had given her in November, I know why but wish she didn't though they are nice to wear.
I left her my green near broken beads hidden (I knew she was cleaning her room and would find them) and my blue lighter, it may need a refill soon so here's hoping she doesn't chuck it!
before I knew it her parents were home and we chillaxed some more before my flight..oh the terrible flight
We got to the airport and gave eachother one last hug and kiss...she had insisted on giving me money to grab a drink before the flight.
Guiness? sure why not!
I also grabbed a cheese burger and scabbed a rollie from a wonderful woman at the airport smoking outside, wonderful old bird she was.
Got to the x-ray machines and forgot (AS USUAL) I was wearing a belt.
Guy at the machine made a joke about my piercings, something along the lines of this:
"hahahaa, better be careful buddy, your piercings might set the machinery off"
Now my stepfather works in this industry, he supplies the machinery so I know for a fact they'd have to set up really high in-order to set the machines off...
Him being a wanker I figured I'd give him some back.
I took my belt off (despite being instructed to take off my shoes), placed it on the belt to go through x-ray, gave him a sharp look and said "I hope my dick piercing doesn't set it off then" and had a chuckled
Joke was on him, what dick?
I walked through fine as he was shocked at what I said.
Not a long wait for the horror flight, I spammed once on another account (Banned now) and got on ze plane.
it was shit, my seat didn't tilt, there was no music or entertainment accept for one last gift from Rhiannon...
Something I hadn't read since I was a young teenager...a book...
I loved reading it on the flight, I got about 1/4 way through on the flight alone..
I arrived in Sydney and instantly had the blues, no Rhythm would cure this, I call it "back in Shitknee" Syndrome.
Mum was kind enough to grab me from the Airport and had a pack of smokes for me, fuck I love this woman.
I talked to her about the events that occured in Victoria and what was going on, she wasn't suprised and felt decisions made were wise.
She also started to ask questions about how serious the move to Brisbane is, its not quiet clear.
That evening I headed up to Umina for some fail......well kinda win, Newspaper rolling and delivering, which was the next ting.
But god damn...I was home........for now.
Next time I leave the state of New South Whales I hope to not have to return and call it home, or atleast have a date set for which I won't any further..
That was my Victoria experience.
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