Sunday, December 09, 2007


So after a company Xmas party and a random BBQ party, I've came to the conclusion that I'll definitely die alone.
I can't talk to strangers. Or, strangers can't talk to me.
The normal opening is fine: Hi what's your name, where do you live, what are you doing? And then when they realise I do advertising, enter the dead silence. I might as well say I'm an animal porn star.

Suddenly, no one can really relate to what I do. Or, it's just so out of their comprehension they started talking about pigeons.

I can't talk to a normal Aussie bloke, because I don't a) drink b) jerk off to my V8 car and c) jerk off to my Footy poster.

I can't talk to a random girl, because I'm not a normal Aussie bloke.

This is so fucked.