Oh Good God, yes He is Good, we all know that, still doesn't hurt to utter it now and then and now.
So, yes, Good God.
I am pretty tired. Slept at the ripe time of 11, and got up at the marvellous time of 430. Yes, you are asking why do I not stay awake til that bird-singing hour. Simple answer being the needed strength to earn the miniscule pay that keeps the coffers afloat.
The more complex one being the reluctance to engage in activities somewhat strenuous to my health, and potentially damaging to my gorgeous visage.

But I digress.

So I awoke at the grand time of 430, roused from a dreamfilled stupor by good ole dad, and pawed myself to the couch where this match of Australia and Croatia played on. Suffice to say it was a tremendously entertaining match, with both teams playing good soccer. Fans were cheering, men were crashing into each other... riveting.
Funniest part came when a Croatian player got yellow carded once... then again 5 minutes before the end. The referee forgot to show the red card, and so did the player, who stayed on to play for the end of the match, where he got yellowed for the third time... ending in a RED!!!!

Now that, to soccer-watching particulars, is pure entertainment.

Show ended, dragged my sorry and solid and at times, sordid, ass to work where the dregs of society (kids) turned up to ruin my day with screams, tantrums and many leg-swings.

Am so tired now. It aint funny. Stop laughing u shits. Yeah, you, damn talkative brown, smelly things.

Sigh, and semi-cute ANZ girl didn't show up :(


and YEAH, I whined about this before, and I'll whine about it again, expectation of behaviour... SUCKS. This standard of stereotyping a person... is somewhat irking to the extreme. Yes, certain people might need to be treated in a different way to get a certain result... but still... it grinds at times. Many times. I should just be a loner... and just stay silent for some weeks. Maybe. Not that many will miss me.
Hell, they wun even say a word.