I don't have a beef. I'm vegetarian.

Well yesterday turned out to be a fucking great day and I had such small expectations for it. I had to work at my other job- Man With a Van, on a 40 degree day... not fun. But there was a very pretty girl who had her flirt and was not afraid to use it, then i found a new housemate... in fact 3... a french girl who is just staying for a couple of weeks, then a young couple- the girl from Oklahoma and the boy from France... so anyway, I can pay my rent... hazzah!

To celebrate I took myself out to dinner at a fancy/cheap restaurant on Victoria street and I accidently stumbled across a vegan restaurant that I have been looking for for ages... not sure if I could find it again but thoroughly enjoyed it while I was there. In fact I had a very lovely night out with myself, I talked about nothing much, ate a lovely meal whilst playing scrabble on my Iphone and then went to see Black Swan. My god that is psychotic, it's great. I think that girl needs to have a slice of cake, and maybe chill the fuck out a little bit.

I should introduce her to my theory of 80%

I have conflicting thoughts about this whole smoking crack down... yes I think that the big tobacco companies are a little evil, and I understand that it is bad for me, but once you have made me aware of that, I think that everyone else should just mind their own fucking business. We have to now order cigarettes without being able to see what we are buying? What the fuck? That is just cruel and unusual punishment. I see the next step in this campaign as being any number of the following:

1. We now have to walk blindfolded to an undisclosed location whereby a series of tobacco related products are placed in our hand and we have to grab hold when we feel like we have the one we want.

2. We must host a series of lectures on the dangers of smoking tobacco culminating in a presentation to a panel of judges who will score the accuracy and authenticity of your lecture and assign you an amount of cigarettes you may then buy from them at an inflated price (on top of their appearance fee of course) based on your overall score.

3. You may only buy cigarettes from an aboriginal child who is riding horseback naked on a Friday.

4. We have to recite the warning label on the product which we can't se before ordering the said product- "Smoking whilst pregnant may harm your baby, I'll have a packet of golden virginia please". Then if we guessed the correct label we obtain the privilege of buying said product, if not, we must leave the store for no less than one hour.

5. You may no longer exchange money for cigarettes but instead barter for them with your presmoked organs.

...okay so as I type this I have just been invaded by a swarm of small bugs that have obviously been attracted by the light on in my room... and I had the window open being that it was so hot... closed the window now and there has to be at least 200 of them crawling on the glass, trying to get in... that doesn't freak me out at all... no, not at all. Dare I succumb to the lure of the can of morteen sitting in my bedroom? I could so easily kill you all you little fuckers... but no... live and let live, I'll just turn my fan on.

So we had our first meeting for 5pound theatre tonight. We have a very very full year ahead, having our launch mid April... lots of work to do before then, I have to design costumes, shoot video's audition acrobats... what a weird and wonderful life I have.

goodbye chickens... speak soon.

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