It has been ten months since I have submitted a journal on F.A, perhaps I best make the most of this page and submit something, eh?

Lets see how I go!

(I live on Deviant art by the way, F.A ... I dont know why I'm here... but do any of us?)



Love, me. XOXOXOXOXOX

Just kidding.
I was just listening to theit podcast when i heard... well, it was a business week podcast but same diff.

That school was being overfunded apparently.
I don't know, I have no strong feelings one way or the other. Frankly, I don't give a fraction of a toss because its none of my business.
But I do feel a rant coming on.
DOes this mean that we all despise asians now, coz of this one man? Are Arabs like... SOOOO last week now or what? And what ever happened to good old african americans? Nobody ever bitches about them anymore! And don't get me started on kikes! Are we gonna file through every race one-by-one until we are all over it?

And furthermore - I am a disgrace! I just PROVE that people get too worked up over things that don't concern them. I am on the opposite side of the fucking planet and have met one american girl in person - In my whole life! I have never even SEEN an Arab!
... You know what... screw this... I am gonna write a proper and well worded rant to the queen.
... a short and sweet article to the Cairns post...
...And a lengthy letter-bomb to the people who canned "Sex and the city".

AND YOU KNOW WHAT??

THEEY TOOKER JEEERBS!!!'
DERP DERPEN DEEERRR
RABBLE RABBL RABBLE


Love, a slightly sleep deprived and coffee-breathed Cameron.

'Twas Cameron Crowe, from Trinity, that caught the driving craze;
He turned away the good old Bike that served him many days;
He dressed himself in drinking clothes, resplendent to be seen;
He staggered down the drive and found shining new machine;
And as he drove it down the driveway, with air of lordly pride,
some nosey motha-fugger said, "Excuse me, can you drive?"

"See here now Ma'am," said Cameron Crowe, "from Dimbulah to the sea,
From barron's gorge to Ellis Beach, there's none can ride like me.
I'm good all round at everything as everybody knows,
Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows.
But driving is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;
Just John Howard can he rap, or ryanide can he fight.
There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,
There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,
But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and seatbelt straps are tight:
I'll drive this here four-wheeled concern right straight away at sight."

'Twas Cameron Crowe, from Trinity, that had drunk just like a toad,
And lived above Kewarra Beach, down from the highway road.
He turned the Rav 4 down the street and mounted for the fray,
But 'ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.
It left the house, and through the gutter, just like a blackish streak,
It whistled down the Kewarra Road towards the police beat.

It shaved a speed-bump by half an inch, it dodged a big cop truck:
The people saw the swerving car and wondered "WTF?!",
The old coots driving in their cars shat when they heard the sound,
As Cameron Crowe, drunk as a skunk, sat tight to every bound.
It struck a curb and gave a spring that cleared a nearby tree,
It raced beside the police car as close as close could be;
And then as Cameron Crowe slammed on his brakes stalling the car to cease,
It made a skid of twenty feet into the custody of the police.

'Twas Cameron Crowe, from Trinity, that slowly opened door:
He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;
I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet,
But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.
I'll give that four-wheeled outlaw best; it's shaken all my nerve
To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.
It's safe at rest in Panguna Street, I hope my mum won't know;
A Mountain Bike is good enough henceforth for Cameron Crowe."


AND THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS:

DON'T ASK.

I got a bike!

His name is Buttercup *pronounced Botter-cop* He is from Canadia and is my baby.
Yes - Another Baby.
I have graduated and taken a velocipede wife. or sumfin. OR nuffin.
But I aint even not never done nuffin or nuffin so shutup.
An' anyone 'ho sez oi 'as is gonna get beatin's!

Anyway, He is a beautiful bike and is perfectly suited for beach riding. Coz you know how canadians love their beaches... ... .. you know, french canada. And you know how they love THEIR beaches. I suspect Buttercup is from french canada as he too smells like noxious lubricants and burnt rubber .
I know. I smelt him. Very... Bikey.

Hey ladies - the guy in the shop has 22" *wink wink* ...hopefully he was refering to his bike... sufficing to say I take 18.5"... grrrr .... * tears open shirt revealing peace pendant* ... * procedes to buts a move*
But in all seriousness, I inadvertantly tittered like a schoolgirl when he declared his wheel sizes in inches if all things... Yes...Embarassing.

WHen I hear inches I first think SUbway sandwiches, then beavis and butthead laughing at the word "penis", then tools.. real tools. not ... oh you know...

anyway, Buttercup says hi! Au revoir!

...LOVE YOU!

...Having Just fallen into a new arena from DA, Im here to join in wit hmy fellow Deviants.
Everything here is so cute :)... except the bumsex... but I'll get used to it in time. :) I might