When I moved into my brand new shiny house last year, it was a conscious decision that I would breath only natural air at home. At the time, it felt noble, like I was striking a blow for air freedom everywhere. If you know what Australian summers are like, you would more greatly have an appreciation for my heroism. You would probably suggest there should be a statue of me erected somewhere. Well the sad news is that I'm caving and going crawling to the air-conditioner shop as soon as it opens. Fuck fresh air. Bring on the cool refined and manufactured breezes. |
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i'm erecting one right now. shit. |
pool? I remember when we first moved to Oz, there were no school pools but every second person had a nice little swimmin hole in the backyard, next to the barbie and the esky. doona. hehe I like to speak australian sometimes and confuse kiwi's who have never lived there |
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Small Flightless Bird... Small Fuzzy Fruit... Cute Fuzzy People who live on an island in the south pacific. |
She makes good ones, perhaps she'll make one for me, I could use an extra. |
whew. |
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I guess, I don't pay enought attention to figure out where people went because they always comeback after a while. |
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