It’s all falling into place.

It must have been Monday… I thought to myself… jeebus, maybe this weekend is going to suck, because I didn’t have anything planned. Last night, it all came together.

The train home from work was rather tedious. I was supposed to meet Tim at East Richmond train station, but the f00l wasn’t there. I just assumed he had already gone – which was correct. So I continued my little train ride. I only just started catching the train to work this week.

There are several reason behind this, they are as follows –

# 1 – The environment can’t really handle all the commuters as it is. One car doesn’t really make a difference, but, If I do my part, however small that is, I am happy

# 2 – My new house is only 5 minutes away from the train station, work is also right next to a train station

# 3 – There are so many hot chicks on public transport

# 4 – I love to drive, being stuck in monotonous peak hour traffic was killing my driving spirit.

Yeah, so anyway… we get to the train station last night, and the idiots don’t know how to park. It was a shambles, there was some fool in a Pintara just blocking the way because he thought he couldn’t get through, Tim just walked up to the car, and in a most intimidating fashion told them to move… we fit through the car park easily. Seriously, some people just shouldn’t be here, because they are wasting my oxygen.

Dave was already at our place when we got home… so it was time to plan. Tim and I are supposed to be going to Mums for dinner tonight… so, we have that, and then Dave is going to the pub with a few mates. I feel great today, so I will most definitely join him after dinner. The pub is called the Wheelers. It’s in Wheelers Hill, which is generally full of pretentious pretty little things… but I aint going to score with pretentious bitches… they are just good to look at. I will just be happy to enjoy a couple of beers and talk about Ninjas and Pirates.

Its also Dave’s b’day tomorrow, so after my Friday night pub visit with the guys from work, I will commute back to home (probably rather intoxicated by this point) and then we will go out for Dave’s b’day!!!! Lucky io got plenty of bling, otherwise, this weekend would probably be painful!!!!

I was still a little worried about Sat night as well… no plans forthcoming… Even if you have a massive Friday night, it is obligatory to go out on Sat night as well… you just can’t waste a Sunday by getting up early!!!! Hehe. That was clarified by 10.00am this morning… I am going to the beach!!! Yay!!!

My friend Tom has a house down in Tootgarook… it’s a nice little cul de sac right on the bay… and it is going to be 33deg. This weekend!!! Awesome!!!! We wet down last year for a week or so. The weather was great. They are right near Portsea.

If you are anyone (loaded) in Melbourne, you have a Holiday House in Portsea… I don’t use the term ‘loaded’ loosely. The average price of a house down there is about $1.1Million… this is for holiday houses fukn. Tom used to go to one of the rich schools of Melbourne, and he knows a lot of rich dudes (he is kind of Rich) and I came across some of these rich dudes at the Portsea Pub last year. I’ve never met a set of more superficial and severely fake people in my whole life. The basis of the conversation was ALWAYS I know so and so, or I have this for here, or that from there… There is a catch though… these superficial twats are some of the finest birds I have ever seen with my own two eyes in person… While you are surrounded by wankers, you can still have a good time. I think this year I am going to pretend I am a South African Diamond entrepreneur and that I used to hang around with Uday Hussein living an exorbitant lifestyle… the thing is, you can get away with crap like that in the Portsea Pub, considering half the clientele are the kids of notorious underworld figures and CEO’s alike, its fun to take advantage of naïve drunk rich girls.

No matter what happens, I am sure a great weekend will be had by me, and those around me

I am so excited. I love the beach. I love drinking at the beach. I love smoking at the beach. I love the bitches at the beach.

Great… now today, tomorrow and Saturday will go slow. Count sarn it.