2012-04-16- 10:37 p.m.

"SOMEONE TO LOVE

SOMEONE LIKE YOU"

If he hadn't died before I was born, I totally would have stalked AND raped John Lennon. Just in case you were wondering exactly how creepy and non-PC I am.

I had a pretty alright Saturday, I guess. I mean, if you are into stalking up and down the main drag of Gay-Town, eating food from around the world, perusing zines, talking shit, and drinking beer. Or if you are into harassing specialist doughnut shops for the secret ingredient to a doughnut you don't even buy. This might involve saying farewell to the harried staff, walking off, walking back, then sticking your head back into the shop to yell out: "Cocoa? Is it cocoa? No? Okay....well, we'll see, we'll see about this secret ingredient."

I mean, if you are into that kind of urban hipster shit.

Sunday? Sunday was not so good. Sunday can eat its own ass. I did get a nap in, so it wasn't a complete write-off.

Monday? Monday unfailingly turns me into a spoilt five-year-old that doesn't wanna go to work. I DON'T WANNA GET OUT OF BED! I then spend the day having tiny tanties, in my head at least. Mostly on Mondays I find it difficult to talk. And I don't even party anymore. So, hey, one of the many privileges of being a grumpy spinster, right? I'm neither getting laid and/or slapped in the face on a regular basis, so fuck everyone else to hell.

Tuesday, oh Tuesday, what fresh hell can you bring me? I'll be lying in wait. This time armed with serious coffee and possibly a morning Mars Bar. Whaddaya gonna do about it?!

PS: What the FUCK is up with young men sporting full beards and shaved heads? I'm not sure I am into bushrangers. Dumb fucks.

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