i'm finding myself in something of a gray area. employed but sort of not. minimal hours donated my way and far too much time on my hands. so i've semi-given up. i've not washed my hair in almost a week and it's beginning to resemble an old english sheepdog - a dirty one. the 3 day old sand and thick salty texture looks like a dead-beat version of that blissfully stupid puppy on the dulux ads of yesteryear. During the "giving up" big lebowski style slump there may be things like finding "elle mcpherson fake tan face" residing in the google images search bar on your computer or digging deep into the 90's music memory bank to find and download all the shit you refused to be a fan of then, but now? well it has a catchy beat i spose.. hands up if you're uninspired. even when life is busy, looking for famous people simulate an oompa loompa is healthy. it is. This is the slacker's guide to summer i suppose. 7-Eleven slurpees topped up (and i stress the term 'topped up') with gin, a flawless tan, reading the weekend paper on tuesday, breakfast for dinner to avoid contending with stoves, temperatures and burning things and weiss sorbet & champagne for desert. there is direction this town where the streets have no name. there is postgraduate study, trips on the horizon and a mind to expand. but right now there is a lazy summer to be lived in. and moments to be slept through.
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