anybody home?

BIOLOGY:
Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed?
Righty.

Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
Teef and uh well, things that are best not rebroadcast over the blogosphere

Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted?
A bookcase when I was helping one of my mates “redecorate” his room

Q. Have you ever been knocked out?
Yus.

BULLSHITOLOGY:
Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
Tough question but hmm, yeah, I suppose I would.

Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
I like my name. I hate it when people get it wrong. I am NOT Mary/Maree/Marie/Maryanne/Angela (?)/Andrea (?)

Q. What colour do you think looks best on you?
Marle grey, red and orange

Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item?
Yus.

DAREOLOGY:
Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?
I don’t need money to do that

Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?
Ow ow ow ow NO!

Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000?
Tempting, tempting, tempting…

Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?
Yeah, perhaps.

Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?
Nope.

Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?
No.

DUMBOLOGY:
Q: What is in your left pocket?
Lint!

Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?
It’s not a cinematic masterpiece but alright to watch stoned.

Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?
Carpet.

Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?
Stand.

Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
Four

LASTOLOGY:
Q: Last person who texted you?
Sasha

Q: Last person who called you?
Sasha

Q: Last person you hugged?
Sasha

Work is like my personality. Ruddy bipolar. There are days when being there makes me feel higher than smoking da ‘erb (not that I personally condone people partaking in the consumption of illegal substances… *loud cough*). Other days, it’s a case of “Get me the fuck out of here before I go postal on your arse with your shitty database system that always crashes”. My old mate, Cynicism (not an online nick) has come to visit me once again and with him, he’s brought the gatecrashing Indifference, Indecisiveness, Annoyance and Apathy. Put them all together, combine with a bottle of your finest Smirnoff beverage and you have one woman that doesn’t give a shit anymore.

A word of advice from NotDrPhil. Don’t get into a relationship crisis when the ol’ Black Dog starts nipping at your ankles either. Don’t get into a relationship crisis with someone who has a Black Dog nipping at their ankles as well. In the end, it causes nothing but hurt. For some reason, the lead up to winter over here in .au has always messed with my head.

I’m tired of fake, two-face snobby people. You know, the kinds you think you can trust but when you turn your back they’re either making fun of you when talking to other people, they think they are too good to say hi to you or they just plain think that because they earn three dollars more than you an hour that they can treat you like a pile of inferior garbage.

I’m sick of so-called partners that get their knickers into such a twist over little things such as talking to or hanging out with people of the opposite sex. Mr so-called partner decides to go emotionally postal. Here! Would you like a medal for that? Go awaaaaay!

I’m thankful for the little things in life though. True friends who will take the time to listen and give appropriate shoves in the right direction. Intellectual conversation that doesn’t revolve around the same four boring “safe topics”. Feeling useful. Not feeling like I’m being treated like a ‘tard because I have a lazy eye (I heart my gimpy eye!). Waking up in the morning and feeling that yes, you have some minute purpose in life. It’s little things like that that make life tolerable.

This is why I hate blogging. Every damn post turns into a personal diary entry that belongs in a Livejournal, Xanga or some other random girly type journal gubbins.

Like fellow blogger Darren, I’m only a short way through the game. There are so many little quirks in the game that make me smile.

• Niko Bellic (the Serbian lead character in GTA IV) reminds me way too much of someone whom I know at work. Right down to the Balkan accent and sometimes “interesting” fashion sense.
• Smacking into taxis with a car causes some drivers to say “Stupid Malaka”. Gotta love irate Greek taxi drivers
• Multiplayer is awesome. I can safely say that GTA IV multiplayer on Xbox Live puts boring old MMORPGs like World Of Warcraft to absolute shame.
• There’s something about that Michelle girl
• Electro Choc would have to be the best in-game radio station this side of Liberty City

GTA IV gets a 10 out of 10 from me. Best Xbox 360 game ever. Best GTA ever and dodgiest Balkan accents ever! Love it!

Ok so who else is going to be shelling out $/£ for one of the best games of the year??