I watched the new version of the movie show, it's the Australian version of Siskel and Ebert only a hundred times beeter, Everyone in Australia Loved Margaret and David, it was a truly beautiful show, But now, now it's young people with bright hair and funky clothes which is wrong wrong wrong, it wasn't bad by any means it's just I wand David and Margaret and Margarets earrings back, gawd 2004 has been topsy turvy, dead fathers, beloved television shows changing format what next, The Apocalypse?

Yes so, I have just come back from a short stint in Ye olde Sydney Towne, just a little work and so on and so forth. twas ok, saw no friends kept away from my family, it was strange, but ok, isolation from the people you care about only communicating with people when it is necessary gave me too much time to be self analytical, and when I become self analytical I become a wreck because I go and deem myself useless.

I want a boyfriend, ok, really I want someone who can hug and cuddle me and I can cry in front of while I'm getting over all the dead father stuff, yeah and alos to have lots of sex with (I am human) but then I realised that by the time I have found a guy and dated him to a point where I can trust him enough to cry in front of him I will probably be over it all and won't require his services. But hey isn't that the case with everything?

Damn I have a sore neck a boyfriend woould be mighty handy right now, and also the lawn needs mowing.

That reminds me I have to shave my armpits.

Had rasin toast this morning, am feeling queasy, I know it's my fault, I deserve a crappy digestive tract

If I had a boyfriend I wouldn't of had eaten the raisin toast, and I wouldn't be bloated.

Yeah I know I'm pathetic and to blame for my weakness for flour.

But at least I don't smell like cooked turnips