Memoirs of a jelkiesha
Now that I am off strike. Did you hear that Supremookie? OFF STRIKE.....I can get to the exciting stories, which REALLY happened on my weekend of crazie crazie madness.
My weekend, was so crazie crazie and full of madness that I spent the night in The Alfred's psych ward, just getting over it.
It all started with a kiss....
Not me kissing anyone, but a drag king blowing me one.
His name was Antonio Banderas and he was hot sexy yo.
Ok, not really, but you know that "omg you are so wrong and funny your hot and sexy yo" thing? Yeah well, he/she had it.
Blah Blah Blah, that was amazing.
I love my friday nights, I do my dj lessons with tha BFF Kristens and then hang or go on adventurals.
On Saturday morning, with an amazing hang over I took pleasure in cleaning out my apartment, as Mama B is coming down for the weekend. EEEEEEEEECK!
Anyway, Saturday night right.....I'm walking down Smith St bout 11pm, have my DON'T FUCK WITH ME face on, suddenly one of the tribes-women out the front of Safeway does the old "Yur goda dola lav?"
Fuck off I do....I decided though, that instead of saying NO! like I do everyday she asks me, I reached into my pocket and found a 10c piece (which I actually needed for my bus ticket today...but woteva...I'm fine with that....grrrrr!) so I get my 10c piece outa my pocket, hold it really tightly up into the air.
There we are, the two of us, standing outside the front of Safeway, both swaying a little...Staring at this 10c piece.
"Here, fine! Take my only coin!"
And she reached up and snatched it when I brought it low enuf for her to reach - as you know I suffer from the tall syndrome. Otherwise known as being normal. Because everyone shorter then 5'7 should be shipped to Tasmania....more on that in a blog to come!
Anyhoo, I was really pissed off right. Because they ALWAYS stand there. AND if you decide to exit through the back stair case, they've got some mates up there who'll role you. I think, I mean I have no proof of that but WOTEVA. FUCK OFF!
GO GET A FUCKING JOB AND GET OFF MY LEG! god dee it!
So then, on Sunday I took myself on a adventure. Thought it would take me half an hour to get to St Kilda Pier. hmpf! 2 hrs later.
I saw a bus crash, a Merc that just ran over some dude and I saw a ton of beached whales.
I got my back and my right cheek sun burnt.
And I drank a tinnie of Melbourne without having to share it with anyone.
It was so beautiful being down there by myself.
Kristen and I have this one spot where we sit on the grass, but you see there's one problem with our spot now....They've rebuilt some ship wreck and placed it right in front of where we sit, so you can only see like a bit of the ocean either side.
But I didn't really care. It was such a beautiful way to end a very confusing week.
My weekend, was so crazie crazie and full of madness that I spent the night in The Alfred's psych ward, just getting over it.
It all started with a kiss....
Not me kissing anyone, but a drag king blowing me one.
His name was Antonio Banderas and he was hot sexy yo.
Ok, not really, but you know that "omg you are so wrong and funny your hot and sexy yo" thing? Yeah well, he/she had it.
Blah Blah Blah, that was amazing.
I love my friday nights, I do my dj lessons with tha BFF Kristens and then hang or go on adventurals.
On Saturday morning, with an amazing hang over I took pleasure in cleaning out my apartment, as Mama B is coming down for the weekend. EEEEEEEEECK!
Anyway, Saturday night right.....I'm walking down Smith St bout 11pm, have my DON'T FUCK WITH ME face on, suddenly one of the tribes-women out the front of Safeway does the old "Yur goda dola lav?"
Fuck off I do....I decided though, that instead of saying NO! like I do everyday she asks me, I reached into my pocket and found a 10c piece (which I actually needed for my bus ticket today...but woteva...I'm fine with that....grrrrr!) so I get my 10c piece outa my pocket, hold it really tightly up into the air.
There we are, the two of us, standing outside the front of Safeway, both swaying a little...Staring at this 10c piece.
"Here, fine! Take my only coin!"
And she reached up and snatched it when I brought it low enuf for her to reach - as you know I suffer from the tall syndrome. Otherwise known as being normal. Because everyone shorter then 5'7 should be shipped to Tasmania....more on that in a blog to come!
Anyhoo, I was really pissed off right. Because they ALWAYS stand there. AND if you decide to exit through the back stair case, they've got some mates up there who'll role you. I think, I mean I have no proof of that but WOTEVA. FUCK OFF!
GO GET A FUCKING JOB AND GET OFF MY LEG! god dee it!
So then, on Sunday I took myself on a adventure. Thought it would take me half an hour to get to St Kilda Pier. hmpf! 2 hrs later.
I saw a bus crash, a Merc that just ran over some dude and I saw a ton of beached whales.
I got my back and my right cheek sun burnt.
And I drank a tinnie of Melbourne without having to share it with anyone.
It was so beautiful being down there by myself.
Kristen and I have this one spot where we sit on the grass, but you see there's one problem with our spot now....They've rebuilt some ship wreck and placed it right in front of where we sit, so you can only see like a bit of the ocean either side.
But I didn't really care. It was such a beautiful way to end a very confusing week.
posted by Jelkie at 5:22 PM
4 Comments:
But will you visit me in Tasmania?
as per the height regulations....even if i wanted to, i would not be able.
sorry supremookie head
*hmph*
you'll all be there.
rahhhhh haaaar haaaar haaaaaaar!
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