So apparently Last Blog Post Day was an Angry Day... (NooooO? really?) Well yes. A friend lost a job, and in a very very nasty way, so it was well deserved.
I DESERVE THE RIGHT TO RANT.
It's called democracy.
Today, is Tired Day. I am very tired.
I have also run out of clean underwear, which makes things rather difficult, and tomorrow morning I shall be faced with an Impossible Dilemma between having
(a) wake up early to wash and blow dry my underwear with industrial strength hairdryer
(b) sleep later
with (b) having its own very unique, and perhaps not-so-hygenic consequences.
Also today I didn't brush my teeth, because this hotel has NO FREE CHEAP PLASTIC TOOTHBRUSH. This has made me slightly upset. I mean, I was already pretty upset when the sun kissed wind blown surfer type receptionist announced (in a Rather Loud Voice) that BOTH my credit cards were insufficient to cover my stay. This graduated me from Mildly Annoyed to Disgruntled. And then when I woke up this morning, and discovered SANS TOOTHBRUSH, I was, to put it mildly, FREAKING THE HELL OUT.
In the end I had to resort to frantically chewing gum continuously throughout the day. Goddammit, this better pay off in the form of a very sleek good looking jawbone with all the exercise I'm putting my jaw through.
So, if I had to describe my Australian journey thus far, I would label it: Very Unhygienic.
But aside from that, Australia, is well, exactly the same as KL. I mean, I shuttle from the hotel to work, and the office more or less looks the same except I have to PAY FOR COFFEE which is wrong and obviously against some sort of fundamental human rights. On the bright side, it has a Shower In The Public Toilet... where, get this, THERE IS A CHAIR. This made me incredibly excited and I spent a good number of minutes sitting on said chair, and picturing the luxury of Showering While Sitting Down, which is surely the height of luxury, and what all this billion dollar investment banking CEO's must do.
"Faw faw... I have just gotten a bonus the size of New Zealand's GDP... Oh my goodness. What shall I do with all these gold bullions lying around my living room? Oh! Of course! I shall install a plastic seat in my toilet so that I may sit down while I shower!!!"
This, while unsaid, is undoubtedly what goes through the mind of all those CEOs and their magical world of ESOSes and Golden Handshakes.
When I get home, I will install a plastic chair in my shower so that I may enjoy the bourgeois luxury of the upper classes, in an affordable manner. Until, of course, my mother forces me to remove it from my bathroom.
SPEAKING OF WHICH
Why does my mother have so much say over what goes into my room?
Hmmph.
AFTER ALL... I am pushing thirty.
Is it not right that I should be able to read comics and stick up Star Trek posters if I damned well feel like it?
For sure, I do not pay rent, nor do I contribute in any monetary way to the household finances. However, I do, for no charge at all, provide my amenable company and glorious presence.
Which is priceless. PRICELESS.
I must sleep. But it eludes me. Like a solution to my stupid model.
sigh.
Good night world.
Good night Bee. I hope you are inside, and parents have not locked you out, as they usually do when I'm not around :( I miss you. Alot. I'll be home soon! Pwomise.
Muah
