Todays tunes:
Kick it to his others.
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18.10.12
11.10.12
Walk in the forrest leads to George Michael revelation
Today i found myself surrounded by beautiful serene visage.
I had grown tired of my tedious German homework and decided to take a stroll through the neighbouring woods (hopefully would stumble across a few potential instagram moments, because well, isn't that why we do things nowadays?)
It was here, walking through the soggy leaves, hoping to come across some epic unusual assemblage of fungi to instagram that i actually came across something completely different.
I came across my love for George Michael.
Yes, you read correct.
George Michael and all his tight jean wearing, hair gel smoothing and unobtainable sexy goodness.
Yes, i had a lovely time walking through nature but the best part of the whole venture was the dancing and jigging through the trodden paths despite the concerned eyes of the occasional swiss hiker.
George Michael is a boss. I don't care if you disagree, you're just haters.
Before i go out for a night on the town trawling for men do you know what i do? I fucking listen to some George Michael. Do you know why? Because you can't put on 'Faith' and not bop around and get in the mood for some sort of mischief. It's impossible. If you somehow find that you can resist, then you are obviously some kind of half human half robot species that NASA was experimenting on for prevailing lifespans around the time you were born. Ask your parents.
His songs are sexy. They make you feel sexy, even if you are the most uncoordinated and grace void person there is (me).
So todays life lesson: get onto some George Michael tunes if you need a little internal sex-appeal boost because i'll tell you what, between his days in WHAM! (when the ladies were lining up) and his solo career (when the men were flocking) this guy has had more sex than the entire Big Brother line-up of every season, of every country, ever. Think about it. Slutty people tend to be on that show.
I had grown tired of my tedious German homework and decided to take a stroll through the neighbouring woods (hopefully would stumble across a few potential instagram moments, because well, isn't that why we do things nowadays?)
It was here, walking through the soggy leaves, hoping to come across some epic unusual assemblage of fungi to instagram that i actually came across something completely different.
I came across my love for George Michael.
Yes, you read correct.
George Michael and all his tight jean wearing, hair gel smoothing and unobtainable sexy goodness.
Yes, i had a lovely time walking through nature but the best part of the whole venture was the dancing and jigging through the trodden paths despite the concerned eyes of the occasional swiss hiker.
George Michael is a boss. I don't care if you disagree, you're just haters.
Before i go out for a night on the town trawling for men do you know what i do? I fucking listen to some George Michael. Do you know why? Because you can't put on 'Faith' and not bop around and get in the mood for some sort of mischief. It's impossible. If you somehow find that you can resist, then you are obviously some kind of half human half robot species that NASA was experimenting on for prevailing lifespans around the time you were born. Ask your parents.
His songs are sexy. They make you feel sexy, even if you are the most uncoordinated and grace void person there is (me).
So todays life lesson: get onto some George Michael tunes if you need a little internal sex-appeal boost because i'll tell you what, between his days in WHAM! (when the ladies were lining up) and his solo career (when the men were flocking) this guy has had more sex than the entire Big Brother line-up of every season, of every country, ever. Think about it. Slutty people tend to be on that show.
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29.9.12
The ball is in my court but i would rather be eating ice-cream
I haven't really explained where i've been lately.
I've again dropped the ball and for that I'm sorry.
Not really, I've just been busy with other stuff, deal with it.
I left Australia in June to go back the summer camp i worked at last year. So many funny things happened that if i systematically listed them all you wouldn't believe me it was all true. But i swear, random shit just happens there. These are a few things i can think of;
- We killed a baby rattlesnake with a canoe paddle
- We got miniature ponies
- A kid sharted in the pool
- Chico brought a taser to camp, and taser everyone
- Capone got knighted with a rifle as an honorary American (he's english)
- Management thought it was a good idea to let me be responsible for rifles
- A girl who was smaller than the bow she used got a bullseye
- A girl came to camp wearing bacon earrings. The bacon had googly eyes and a moustache
- I ate an american version of 'breakfast cereal'; Lucky Charms.
- We included Hank the Goat in an intensive mini olympic style day 'Green and White day'. He did not enjoy it.
- Derby and I bought onesies and wore them in any appropriate situations. And many inappropriate.
- We went to Hooters and i found the allure.
- Derby and I convinced kids to swim in the lake rather than the pool because it was a lot nicer for us to sit there and lifeguard
- Every staff party resulted in someone throwing up all over camp when a new batch of kids were coming the next day
- On our nights off we would drink wine and scale a massive billboard
There are more stories and more images but i don't think they are fit for the internet.
Yes, they're that bad.
I've again dropped the ball and for that I'm sorry.
Not really, I've just been busy with other stuff, deal with it.
I left Australia in June to go back the summer camp i worked at last year. So many funny things happened that if i systematically listed them all you wouldn't believe me it was all true. But i swear, random shit just happens there. These are a few things i can think of;
- We killed a baby rattlesnake with a canoe paddle
- We got miniature ponies
- A kid sharted in the pool
- Chico brought a taser to camp, and taser everyone
- Capone got knighted with a rifle as an honorary American (he's english)
- Management thought it was a good idea to let me be responsible for rifles
- A girl who was smaller than the bow she used got a bullseye
- A girl came to camp wearing bacon earrings. The bacon had googly eyes and a moustache
- I ate an american version of 'breakfast cereal'; Lucky Charms.
- We included Hank the Goat in an intensive mini olympic style day 'Green and White day'. He did not enjoy it.
- Derby and I bought onesies and wore them in any appropriate situations. And many inappropriate.
- We went to Hooters and i found the allure.
- Derby and I convinced kids to swim in the lake rather than the pool because it was a lot nicer for us to sit there and lifeguard
- Every staff party resulted in someone throwing up all over camp when a new batch of kids were coming the next day
- On our nights off we would drink wine and scale a massive billboard
There are more stories and more images but i don't think they are fit for the internet.
Yes, they're that bad.
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7.9.12
Stop all the clocks, shut off the telephone
Unfortunately a few things have happened in my personal life which left all other matters secondary. Very, very secondary.
I came across this poem by W.H. Auden which sums up everything i wish i could have said, everything i wish i could say and everything i want to put to rest.
Stop all the clocks, shut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message; He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows on the white necks of the public doves
Let traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my north, my south, my east and west,
My working week, my sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: i was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- W.H. Auden
RunAroundRiot will resume as normal.
I came across this poem by W.H. Auden which sums up everything i wish i could have said, everything i wish i could say and everything i want to put to rest.
Stop all the clocks, shut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message; He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows on the white necks of the public doves
Let traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my north, my south, my east and west,
My working week, my sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: i was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- W.H. Auden
RunAroundRiot will resume as normal.
21.5.12
"Good afternoon Derek and Hansel. Thanks for the freak fest last night."
Finally got that film developed from a lifetime ago.
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