BURNING BRIDGES: January 2009

Sunday, January 25, 2009

spit on this day.

australia day today, so i'm eating sausages and getting drunk. i'll probably fight some ethnics later too.

today was a very lazy day, we both slept very late and pretyt much just woke up, ate, and listened to tunes before we came to get coffee/internet. and there's nothing planned for tonight. last night we had home made pizzas, they were good.
jay reatard on wednesday, and avo/deathcage/had it on saturday. sydney living is good living.
i love you elissa.

p.s the rest of the xitwoundx tracks are up. LIK, WE PLY PURE BLACK METAL, CRUST INFUSION. lighten up, jaded jerk-offs.

Friday, January 23, 2009

jesus died, eat shit.

xitwoundx record the other day, and one of the tracks are up on a myspace. demo when we can be bothered. www.myspace.com/xitwoundx for fans of norway, canada and perth. you know who.

so you know, we move what stuff be brought with us into bucknell street yesterday at about 10am. it was fairly hot. we ate tofutti from the tub, and ate green gourmet...both are just around the corner!
today is ridiculously fucking hot, so we're hiding out drinking frozen nudie juices, on caits laptop that she lent us, using gloria jeans free internet. dreading that soon we have to move the REST of our stuff in, in fuck off heat. fuck it.
house warming party this friday, be there if you know whats good for you.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

i might be an adult.

elissa and i sign the lease to bucknell street tomorrow at 9:30am.
wake up at 7, leave at 8, sign lease at 9:30, load shit it, drink some tea, be extremely hot.

sydney's supposed to be in some sort of heat wave, and we didn't have room to pack the fan. maybe we'll have devon sangaz for lunch?
the home street sign will sit somewhere very proudly in my new sydney abode.

p.s come visit. there's tofutti cuties just up the road.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

packing, was the death of him

so i move to sydney tomorrow, and i'm packing today.
moving is probably one of the worst experiences of every-day-living, and i'm so fucking pissed that i have to do it all again in six months.

newtown is cool tho. and the amazing vegan breakfast that i'll be having on saturday might make up for it all. vegan sausages, bacon, hash browns, spinach, mushrooms, tomatoes, baked beans and sourdough toast.

don't call me and i won't call you

Hit Record, cause it's all fucking pearls. A bridge-burner to end them all. Don't want to bite the hand that feeds, I want to fucking break it off. When they say, You'll never work in this town again, is that a promise or a threat? Businessmen dressed up like friends, they want to talk about business or friendship. The more confused the better the guilt trip. After all I did for you, don't you owe me this? Sign the paper, sign the paper, This Document Is Legally Blinding. We the undersigned do solemnly swear by The Plan. To break down on every highway from here to Creation. To play the game and sit still for pictures. How's your draw? Does it look good on paper? You'd better be someone? Oh aren't you anyone? Gonna be somebody. We got friends in the music business. They're gonna take care of all the details. So is it business or pleasure? The more confused the better. Don't call me and I won't call you.