I have been living under the threat of death for the past 3 years, and last year was probably my most challenging. There are days now where I cruise through the aisles at Woolworth’s and suddenly feel a panic attack, where I start to palpitate and sweat. I’ve learnt to stop, focus on any item on the shelf and start to count slowly. This surprisingly is quite effective and I rarely reach 15 before I start to normalise, I’m sure one day in the future they will have a name for this disorder and assign it to an excess of Internet and Radio wave thingy’s that zap through our space to reach our treasured iPhones.
There was a time that even doctors endorsed smoking, because it was cool. Science will catch up one day and we will all have some cause for a class action against these technological advances … Bring back the horse and buggy! The methane gas from horse poo was insignificant and barely scraped the ozone levels. In fact, it created a job opportunity for horse poo scrapers.
I’m a Survivor … and I’ve never been on that popular Survivor series, but I’ve driven up every day to the local Westfield mall, grabbed a ticket from the car-park vending robot, and tried to cheat that little monkey arm swinging cricket bat.
Brad and I have a competition, where we try to rip out the car-park ticket and try to get as much of the next ticket on the roller. Up until 30 minutes ago, I was a clear winner, but Brad has snapped at least half of the next ticket along with his own ticket.
So cool when when your son brings home 3 gorgeous chicks!