First of all, I just stared up at the sky for a bit and tried to make shapes out of them but none of it really turned out except for this cloud that sorta looks like a mature tamagotchi. You know, when you get it to the stage where its having kids and eating a whole lot (until you leave it under your car seat and forget about it then wonder what happened and get really depressed because you know its starving)
What else did I do? Well, i wore this ridiculous outfit and didn't straighten my hair, so pretty much, I have been the hottest babe in Woolston all day.
Can't believe I'm even leaking that shit to the internet :/
Anyway, my dad bought me this real sweet bike. It's a pretty serious bike so I went for this really serious bike ride (I wasn't serious enough to wear full lycra though, probably would have made things heaps easier though). So I just rode and rode for ages. Here is the route that I took!
Eventually I ended up in this total grey area and there were signs pointing to really safe suburbs like Bromley and Aranui. It was confusing and it seemed like I was pretty much in the middle of nowhere:
That creepy red bus wasn't helping at all either, not at all okay. In the end I just took the high road to Bromley. Now that it is summer I should probably get a summer job, is this sign a sign?
Would I be painting ol' "we'll make her seaworthy again" rusty?
Yeah thats right i was totes taking a photo from behind a chainlink fence. I kinda felt like Belle in recent episodes of Home and Away, uncovering conspiracies and shit. What kind of conspiracies could go down at a humble boat painting business in Bromley? Poorly flushing boat toilets? (OH WAIT THAT HAPPENS ON ALL BOATS, SO AWKWARD) Fixing up holes in hulls with playdough and gib board? Salt in petrol tanks? Faulty GPS navigation systems? I could totes go undercover at this place and become a hero when I foil all their devious hijinks. I would be a maritime hero.
Or perhaps I could just sit at home and admire the colour combination of my sheets and duvet?
Pretty damn beautiful and magic and amazing right?
Totally comforting too.
Finally, also really really need to delete people off facebook who post this kind of shit:
What a ~sisters are doing it for themselves~ type of sister.
3 comments:
lol! ugh, people and their annoying facebook statuses. i could write an essay on that subject - actually probably not. my last few essay attempts were as reliable as the boat toilet you write of. i remember once going on a boat toilet in serbia - it was one of those squatting ones. extra points for awkwardness. but anyway, i love going for bike rides! except my bike is old and is quite hard to ride. it gives me sore legs. i'm totally thinking of buying a new one, but i feel like i'm letting my bike down replacing it with a newer and younger model. like having an affair with model. or like that girl next door ditching hef for criss angel. UGH!
love karako eh, so azn etc
anja! yes, boat toilets, oh my god, your serbian boat toilet experience sounds a lot worse than my boat toilet experience! is your bike single speed? i wanted to get a cute bike like yours but it was easier (cute bikes are hot property on trademe) to get a nice new bike with a lot of gears and disk brakes! hahah oh man, criss angel and holly, match made in heaven.
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