Saturday, March 08, 2003
Anti had an encounter of a violent kind with some scary tongan kids last night. Long story, shall explain all in my next stoned installment.
posted by adulescent 4:50 PM
Monday, March 03, 2003
Me. Again. Stoned. Again.
For anyone who would care to know how to score some weed in Sydney, it's really disgustingly easy, even for chickens such as myself and Holly, who can't even face stepping foot in the door of the Karma Cafe because of the scary mad people inside. So instead, we walk past, complaining loudly about needing some weed, sit on some steps and within sparking time of a cigarette, there's some crusty old hippy asking if we smoke before making a funny gesture with his eyebrows. Score.
Yesterday, we had full intentions of going to the beach and working on our tans but it didn't quite go to plan thanks to the fucking freezing wind. That's one thing about Sydney at this time of year, you open the curtains, you look out. 'Ooh sun!' you think. Then you step outside. It's very similar to April or May in London. So instead, we wandered around Coogee, drooled over the dude who we got lunch from and sat on the beach smoking for a while before we decided to say fuck it to the cold and head back to Bondi Junction to go shopping.
I'm typing shit. I should stop. Then I'm gonna march over to Holly so she can give you all an amusing blog. I'm in a far too vitriolic state right now. Long story.
posted by adulescent 7:27 PM
