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Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Jumpin' now, so get up!

I'm so frustrated with Apple's inability to override Microsoft codecs and allows their clients use webcam through an IM. It's stupid. And frustrating. Very frustrating. What makes it worse is that every different available IM program for Apple rates including video and audio chat onto their program as a low priority. Fark off!

Have almost finished Imma's invitation. Yesterday we surfaced at about 12pm after getting to sleep at about 4:30am. We headed to Dinkum's where the quasi-Gaysians served us. They were great, by the end, their cold service was flipped by our charm. Mervin's a legend. Anyway, after we got them printed and sliced, Imma decided she wanted to look for a dress. After much tedious searching we decided to go into Scanlan&Theodore.

'Dean, we're not going to find anything in there, it's all too fuckin' expensive.'

'Imma! It's Scanlan&Theodore, we're looking anyway...'

We walked out with a stunning silk dress, timeless and elegant, she looked so glamorous. Perfect for her perfect party. For the first time in Imma's life, she had bought Scanlan&Theodore. It was amazing to see her smile. That girl deserves it. I wanted to buy it for her. But I guess the satisfaction really comes from getting something like that for yourself.

We raced to pick up Chalks at work and had to race into the city to pick up his dry-cleaning. As Imma and I waited, we saw out of the passenger side window a honky girl using her mobile phone, while using a payphone simultaneously. And her mobile, no shit, had so much sparling paraphanelia that it looked like a rice cracker. Such a worry.

We headed home and started mounting all the invitations. They look really hot now, most of them being cut up and ready to go. I've still got a few to cut, but they'll be done. My hand is permanantely disabled from initially using a stanley knife from Year 12 Graphics class. Imma and Chalks had to get me a proper stanley knife from the shops. It was smooth sailing after that. Although my hand looks like it should be going to Masturbators Anonymous.

Fuck, this song is hot hot hot.

PunkOnAir : Ciara - Get Up

posted by Christopher at 11:36 AM

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh i remember that trip to the supermarket. some weird italian lady gave us a lesson in home remedies...something about sticking vaseline or vicks up your nose..."just a little bit, not much, use cotton bud...just like this"

4:33 PM  

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