Deixe os cΓ£es dormentes πŸ•

While walking back from town ther other day, I come across this baby dog running around the middle of the road. The puppy ran up to me, I was dumb enough to pat her and here we are: in my unit together. Very irresponsible thing to do for an ordinary, common-as-shit kelpie pup.

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On with the show 🌻

Spring is now in its tail end and I need to resume employment and resume normal life. Whether I also need to move on and settle for a less detached woman depends on you, but know that ‘happily single’ is an oxymoron to me and the clock is ticking..

Bitches be trippin’ πŸ§Ÿβ€β™€οΈ

With one woman a loving enabler who wants me home with her, another a bitch who’d rather hang out with her fat married girlfriend than me, and now a third proclaiming she just wants to fuck me, I have had enough of all their collective bullshit.

The Homeless is over πŸ’€

It’s been about a month now, and though I’m starting to see how five separate rooms in a comfortable unit has it’s advantages, I’m also having to adapt to having only half the money I’ve had for the whole period I was without a home. I need cash in hand, undeclared work, if I want any chance of getting ahead.

Mmm 🎹

All sorts of shit happened this month, from end-of-lease cleaning Brian’s house to moving house with Mandy only to end it with her abruptly to return to a sleeping-bag on the ground outside and take-away crap for dinner. Busy month. Next month looks to be even busier still.

Outing #53: Forwards we go? 🍎

We’ve just been over to the new neighbours place, another young chick who has been abandoned by another badly matched male she shouldn’t have bred with, so she and her toddler are discovering the utopia of single parent living.

Outing #52: “Yes” πŸ’•

Alrighty now .. gunna get on top of this shit today because everything’s shut so I’ll have nothing to distract me.

Outing #51: Winter is here..

I have my first home-cooked meal in six months, have to hand Rosa’s key back to her because of a few old bitches in the church itself and whatever else.

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The birdman cometh

Whatever you know, read it and find it. I’ve been off centre for weeks and need to go back to the rainforest. So far this week I’ve lost both my bank card and photo id and probably should care more than I do, but I’m feeling myself recentre so whatever πŸ™‚

A roomful of lunatics

That’s who I had lunch with again, and that parrot is starting to smell pretty bad now. I’ll vomit in my mouth if I think about our interaction for the day much more. Parrot is *bad* now.

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