it was strange to wake up to the sound of rain pitter patting on the roof as my eyelids slowley opened up like a flower in spring, slow and graceful. It was a refreshing sound and soothed my ears. It was a new beginiing of a new day, it had been so long since we have had rain here i was starting to wonder if the clouds had forgotten about us, if they had moved on to greener pastures. We have been living in this dry parched land for almost a week, the grass was turning light green……….
after the soppy shit finnished i walked out into the rain and started to complain, my bloody feet where geting wet, stupid bloody shoes have holes in the bottom of them so i spent the rest of the day with cold wet feet and nothing i could do about it. I went into glebe today to get some recipts for people, ben did make me a toasted cheese sandwich that was good but my feet where cold, bloody glebe, i reckon they should put a big roof over the whole suburb, maybe like the queenslander room, that way it would be cool in summer and warm in winter. And most of all the suburb wouldnt be one giant puddle when it rained. they could have big gutters on the roof and pipes that ran out west somewhere like rooty hill, no one likes rooty hill so all the water run off from glebe could just go onto the ground in rooty hill, flood the place and have a new water resoviour like waragamba.
the hard word was a good film, just watched it on dvd with tom and kaia, i reckon the cow is not blown up like a baloon but more of a tent with a big frame in it, and the balc guy is definately brittish.
bloody hell i’m weird.