whoever says the word douche or douche bag in my hearing range will get stabbed in the face.
firm but fair.
barebones you come across as a bit precious.
sydney is pretty dull too. restaurants close about 9pm as a rule. the worst pubs i've seen in my life. dire food. the worst music/club scene on the plant. incredibly parochial, close minded, willfuly ignorant people. ugly architecture. terrible town planning. souless. desolate and hostile. the worst dressed people on the planet, men dress like toddlers. big baggy clothese with bright colours and lurid designs. too many fat hairy people. too many horrible english and irish backpackers, the dregs of their respective countries. often so hot you cant move, winter is unremmitingly misraeble. its basially a dump/
ranting is morally superior to whinging and you know it
ive saved you the trouble
should probably be in the kids thread but whatever it's doing my head in:
tonight i made chinese style spring rolls with fried thinly sliced potatos (took me an hour to cut the fuckers) with garlic spicy pork, sliced cucumbers, served with raw scalion and hoisin sauce on onion flavored Roti baked to a perfect golden brown.
she gets the bread, cheese, and salami out the fridge.
"what you're not going to even try this?"
"no."
"but how do you know it's not good if you don't try it?"
"i don't. it might be good."
"so why don't you try it?"
"because i don't want to."
i left it at that and didn't say another thing more...