Freezered

Sometimes, just sometimes, I doubt my sanity.

Achieving an ice-cream headache at around 83km at 7am was one of those times, as, despite being Queensland, IT'S FUCKING COLD.

So was Melbourne according to the three frostbitten toes I left behind. Food rocked however and it's always a pleasure to see fashion go behind metallic Havianas.

Thought wise I'm still noodling around with Happiness though overall it comes down to quail. I. Really. Want. Some.

For brekky.

Theeeeeeeeeerkklunk.Owwwwwwwwww.

What the fuck.

What. Who. Who put this here?

Ouch.


Ah.

I did. Then snuffed the lights, thus tripping over this misshapen thing.

No exhaustive self analysis or misadventures from me, and I haven't even fucked any goats of late. I have however been flat fucking chat: Brisbane yesterday, Adelaide last week, Melbourne & Sydney next. When the hosties let go of me I even got the time for some of THE BEST COOKING AND EATING EVAAAAH but I can't be fucked telling you about it and I've no dreams I'm allowed to report.

Of questions though, I've a few, this is first: what triggers those moments for you in which you realise you're happy?

Barely enough space in which to squeeze a post

as too much already in my head.

What do you want?