fuckers. The obnoxious bastards next door had a party and although the music went off at 12, they kept talking outside till 2am. Of course, their fenceline is right next to my bedroom window. Lucky I was able to fill in most of the night watching QAF on SBS. Then I went to bed and smouldered for a few hours. I woulda asked them to go inside but the noise would prolly be the same (shared wall) and at any rate, I'm crap at arguing real time (damn you IRC).

So my car is making a weird vibration now too. Wotapieceofshit. I have to ring up teh gas co to see why I ain't got a bill for 6 monfs (so they don't cut me off) and ring up RACV to see why they didn't debit my loan repayment (I think the account was 12 cents less than the $160 they take out).

What the fuck is so special about that hookes guy? People get beaten up by bouncers all the time and while they don't usually die, THEY don't rate a ticker thing across the bottom of 'that 70s show'. This country and it's sports really shits me. If we're so into sports why are we a nation of obese dudes? Not to mention Sunday tv. BLEH

At least the backups are finally working right at work. It's hard to test a job that takes fucking 8.5 hours to run.

Hi to Elvis.
- posted by Lach @ 07:56