User Profile

I am currently 28 years of age. To cover the next two years, next year I will be 29 and in 2008, I shall be 30. I'm male. I'm also from Brisbane, Australia. To those from outside Australia, this means I live close to where Steve Irwin worked. Before he died, I mean. BEHOLD! RELEVANCE TO A CURRENT NEWS ITEM!

I have an awesome girlfriend called Carmela whom I love spending any time I have with. She and I have been together now for almost two years. I ended up moving in with her in late 2005 because I love her so much. Sadly though, this was in a share-house situation and it ended up sucking donkey balls. The big, smelly kind of donkey balls that make you want to puke if you even see the fuckers. Worse still, we were locked into this depressing situation for a year, so we had to live with it. At time of writing (September 2006), we're about to move again, out of that goddamned share house and into a house of our own. This is, to put it frankly, awesome. It's also a significant step in our relationship. Can marriage be far behind? Hmmmmm... who knows? (Hint; I do.) But I suppose a definitive answer would simply be "only time will tell".

I'm also politically minded; a left winger if you must know, which in an Australian context means I support the Australian Labor Party. I have no qualms in telling you any of this because I'm damn proud of my political background. BE FOREWARNED! The political 'disclaimer' I have essentially provided you with here, in this 'abstract' for my 'journal' (I guess it approximates such a thing), is to let you know that, from time to time, you'll be reading my rants and views about various political happenings, from both here in Australia and from across the globe. Oddly, I decided to write nothing at all about the coup in Thailand. Hypocrisy? Or just plain laziness? You decide. BECAUSE YOU CAN THINK FOR YOURSELF, YOU WANKER!

What else do I like? Oh yeah; beer (James Boags thanks), Holdens (I soooooo want the latest Monaro, even though I KNOW they don't make `em anymore, so y`all can stop fucking telling me) and good music (this means rock and, to a lesser degree, punk). My favourite band is Pearl Jam, though Tool recently made great inroads into its long held territory as my number one band. Pearl Jam fought back using some pretty heavy artillery. There were several major skirmishes along the western front. Hundreds of innocent people lost their lives and at one point the United Nations threatened to get involved. All combatants just laughed at them however, and so the UN went home with its tail between its legs. But eventually an uneasy truce was established. Both bands currently co-exist, but how long it will be until the healing process buries the wounds of this intense conflict, allowing for a true, peaceful co-existence, is unknown. One can only imagine that it will take several generations, and possibly cross-breeding, until this could happen. But what do I know, I'm not a fucking historian.

Newer readers who've stumbled upon this page in recent weeks (followed no doubt by shrieks of pain, anguish and upon a complete shutdown of your nervous system, an eventual despondant melancholy) may have been under the impression that I'm "currently unemployed, and looking for my perfect job." This impression is, I must inform you, mistaken. It is one formed out of my own laziness, and for that I apologise. The truth is that I have, infact, been gainfully (painfully?) employed for at least nine months now, having started working for a Queensland Government Minister back in January 2006. I was just simply too lazy to update this page to reflect that. And as much as I enjoy this job, I am still looking for the perfect job. I'm not sure when that will come along, though. I'd love it to be tomorrow; hell, I'd love it to be before the end of the year, but I'm a realist, and I suspect that until I get at least a years worth of experience in a paid job under my belt, that's unlikely to happen. But as it so happens, in mid-January 2007 I'll have a years experience. Will that lead to a 'dream job' scenario? Possibly. Why don't we read on, and find out. Or don't. Like I give a flying fuck what any of you do.

Now normally I ended this little piece of decriptive bullshit no-one will ever read with a quote from Shrek, specifically "And for now, that will do donkey. That will do." Although this has been the standard practice since the first day of this journal's existence, I regret to inform Shrek aficionado's that this practice has ended as of this journal's 2nd birthday, which was 22nd September 2006 for all you misanthropic fuckers who forgot to send my poor journal any birthday gifts. So instead it will end with an apparent non-sequitur, taken from another icon of current popular entertainment, which I shall not name because it pleases me to torture you with the wonderment of which television show it might possibly be.


"Yeah, it's back the way you came."