Kebabs

Man I love kebabs.

After working a full week plus a few shifts at the RSL there's nothing like letting your hair down with copious amounts of alocohol and following it up with a kebab for the journey home.

I think I danced to every embarrassing song imagineable and smiled at every drunk Tom Dick and Harry.

Now I'm at home eating a kebab about to watch an empowering movie like Bridget Jones and will probably cry cause while I am very much like her, I just never get the guy. Damn it. Never get the guy. Ah well. If I had a guy, I wouldn't have the freedom I have I guess. Let's not talk about the guy. He sucks.

Viva la France. Viva la revolution.

Change is good

Well I have managed to settle my restlessness and boredom by changing my hair yet again. I love hair. Lolly red, black and blonde look great together in my opinion. I already had the underneath part of my hair coloured black and I've now added some black and red to the top. hehe. Wonder if the RSL will mind the new look bahahaaa. Guess I will find out tonight.

This weekend ...

I'm missing out on the Sydney FC game tonight because I have to work ... sigh.

Saturday the latest stage of the Glebe Foreshore Redevelopment is being offcially opened. I'm going for the free native plant and to listen to some live jazz between 2.00 and 4.00pm.

Sunday is the Newtown Festival ... here's hoping it doesn't rain! Should be a great day.