Get me the damn busy bee.

Serious thinking and other kinds of important, yet scary stuff have been happening in my brain lately. Coming back to Melbourne has not thrilled me at all, then again I didn't particularly want to come back to begin with. Some things just where completely out of ones hands.

But it is all a case of what I can do with my life.

I don't confess to knowning what I want to do, but I do have options. Obviously the first one would be to find a job here in Melbourne, work my ass off, and then live happily as a single white guy with disposable income.

Another option, which I have to admit really does interest me, would be to go back overseas, but this time to do one of those English teaching programs in Japan. It would definately be something I would be interested in, but only if I exhaust possibilities from option A.

The other would be to join the Navy, but really that is a last step. I have sort of come down from that plan from last year, because a bit more pragmatic about the situation. Not that it isn't a viable alternative, but just the last of many viable alternative.

Sometimes it sucks to be me.

What they're forgetting is this is nineteen twenty-two...

Stacey came over today. I have not scene her for three years. We had a such a good afternoon just gasbagging away catching up on old time and we preceded to show each other three years (!) worth of photographs in what happened in the three years I was in the US (and the three years she was in Australia...)

She has matured alot. I hate to say, but she was always the girl the people would've betted on getting knocked up and married first, yet she has a really good head on her and I am really pleased that she has such a great vision planned out for her future. She is quiet happy, and I am happy for her.

First Tiffany... Now Debbie Gibson!!!

Where has all the innocence of the 80s Mall culture gone? ;-)

Debbie Does Playboy!

Who next? Martika? Brenda K. Starr?

Well I guess we all know where Britney and Christina are going to be in 10 years time at the very least...

With Guns and Dynamite

Well I finally got my room neat and tidy today. Which simply meant I crammed most of my stuff in places I don't intend to open for a long long time.

Acutally a major problem turned out to be I seriously ran out of closet space. I am in all likelyhood sometime down the path I am either have to either a; get rid of some stuff, b; aquire more space.

And I seriously doubt option 'a' will ever happen.

I really really really need to re-establish some semblence of a life here in Melbourne.