We all love spam. Though the real thing tastes rather nasty, in the world of EL JAY it can make a crap day a beautiful day, make a lonely soul feel loved and so on. Bet your flist to spam you as much as they wish and then tag 5 people to do the meme so they feel the love.
I'm not tagging anyone though. Take it if you feel so inclined.
I really have utterly nothing to say and if it weren't for Megs, I wouldn't be making an update at all. I currently can't think of anything to write about, though a picture post may be coming in a few days. Nothing seems to be leaping out at me as an important event to comment on, I have no social commentary, I'm not feeling theologically inspired, and besides my brief affair with a job, nothing's happening in my life. Well, I tell a lie: I dropped off my CV at some local shops and hopefully they'll want to hire me. I'd love to work in a book shop. The Gold Coast is such a den of base, shallow, lowest common denominator culture, though. There are no decent sized bookstores to speak of. I think it's sad that Franklin's got two book shops larger than anything I know on this useless piece of materialistic coastline that should fall off the side of Australia and come to rest under the waves. This is seriously the single worst city I have ever encountered in my life - though if you're a mindless teenybopper, I'm sure you'll love it. My current music feels extremely appropriate.
Some say the end is near
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bullshit three-ring circus sideshow of freaks