Let's Dance to the Wombats

This afternoon's task is simple; be out the office at 5.30pm at the latest.

And since I've put this done on this wonderful contractually binding world that is my blog, its going to happen. Haha that being said while I'm sitting on my couch just past midnight listening to my new music and glancing at the moto gp.

But new cds, new music. Went to chadstone this afternoon for some random shopping and mag-nation'ing. Picked up a new fragrance (hugo boss energize) and I'm seriously considering subscribing to Times mag. But more importantly, I found myself at JB.

JB Hifi is a girlfriend to me, it teases me with sales and proceeds to drain my wallet dry. The past few visits have just been straight dvd attacks; season 2 of harvey birdman, or hustle, or the new futurama movie or stranger than fiction (good movie, haven't gotten into the mood to rewatch it though). But today, it was the cds.

- Damien Rice "9"
- Jose Gonzalez "In Our Nature"
- Sufjan Stevens "Greetings from Michigan"
- The Wombats "A Guide to Love, Loss and Desperation"

All for just under $60. Admittedly its a big hit but I was in the mood.

Really happy I went out on limb with the Wombats, there have been times I've bought a cd based a single song I've heard on the radio only to find the rest of the cd just didn't live up to that one song. I got the Wombats solely on "Lets Dance to Joy Division", a song I honestly believe I've only heard twice on triple j; but so far, the rest of the cd is just as good.

I've found some joy; good music.

too much internal monologue, not enough frozen coke

what to do, what to do.

its a vicious circle, i want to write an entertaining story of parrots and taxi drivers and love and everything in between, but my mind is still stuck in the haze that is work.

there's a balance to be found here, and its not something thats gonna fall in my lap. and as they say in the telemovies, you have to fight for it (what telemovie said that i couldn't tell you but i'm pretty sure one of the actors from beverly hills 91210 was in it)

so i'll just sit here for now, looking at the work that i've brought home as it looms on the edge of my couch. And i'll start the internal dialogue where i con myself into thinking i'll wake up early tomorrow and head to the office and be working hard before 8. And i'll curse myself for not being true.

its a tough place to be in, for sure, but i won't delude myself into thinking it makes me different from every other lemming out there. Nor should i think that it doesn't matter i suppose. Everything matters. Even the small things like my choice halfway through this entry to properly use grammar and capital letters.

so i'll soldier on, one day at a time, one week at a time and try not to live for fridays. Because Fridays are fleeting. Well not actually fleeting in the sense that there'll be a Friday every week, that much I can be sure of,

But yes, we can do this. Need to stop pretending and find the joy.

Steve the Parrot says hi.

Pointless Rambling ver 8.01a

Ok, so before I begin, lets all look at the lovely time-stamp and as a group; as a collective being with one unified voice express wonder and concern at the time. Yup, its 12.43 or 44 or 55 (depending on when I stop writing), and I'm not sleeping.

I could blame a lot of things, the heat (its hot), coffee (although I didn't drink any today). lack of tireness (no, I'm actually quite tired) etc. But honestly, there is no logical reason for this diatrabe. No reason at all.

Steve the Parrot went absailing on the weekend, he said it was good, but how good can absailing be if you can fly?

Yeh, I'm about done. Supposed to head into work early to get a head start on some stuff, probably deluding myself in thinking its going to happen. That being said, the fact that I wrote it here probably means I'll force myself to.

Anyway, zzz