License Plates

Ok so i get to Penrith Station and ring Adam to tell him i cant hang out... Asi am talking to him i get in my car and dont really pay attention to any detail... Then i go to the skate park to meet up with Austin and Clancy...

So far the night sounds normal...

I go to 7/11 to get some ciggies and as i leave i realise my front number plates are missing... so i go around the back of the car and so are the rear ones...

Now this really pisses me off coz i need number plates to avoid being pulled over by the cops...

So i spend this morning getting new plates and trying to put them on, then having to buy new bolts coz the old ones didnt fit... ao i finally get them on and get to work 3.5 hours late... its kinda fucked but hey thats the way it is i guess... anyways so i now have to ring my insurance and the NRMA roadside people to give my new plates...

i just thought i'd post this because i'm sure this wont be the last i hearof this... I'm waiting for the cops to kick my front door in and bust me ofr a bank job, or murder, or some wierd thing someone did using my plates...

If i find the cunt who stole them, i'm gonna run them off the fucking road...

My new plates suck...

POLL:

What sounds better XNJ-900 or AA-53-PL...

pfft fuck shit sucks!!!

Alright, so I haven't gone as far downhill as previsouly thought...

The boss called me into his office after work this arvo for yet another after hours conference. Showed me the new business cards. The card with my name and photo now says "Assistant Manager". Fuck, better than last week. My pay has dropped down to $450pw ($50 lower than when I was 'manager', but $30 higher than when I was '4th year apprentice'). Now, the downside - or possibly the upside. I have to work every second saturday. No extra pay for doing so, of course - unless I've already sold at least 25 hours of my labour during the week.

Working Saturdays is only good because it'll keep me off the hard stuff friday nights. This is also shit, because after a hard week, who wants to stay straight on a friday night? Fuck. Not me.

On another note: Fuck, somehow I had a good weekend without chemicals. I was feeling that good on Sauturday night that someone (I think Megs) asked me if I was gassing. Aha! No! I was just happy cause I was straight and was doing a fuckin good job of it. No matter how hard they tried (and they did), nobody could get me on the chems last weekend. My mate Mark offered me bikkies and entry to Sublime Friday night, but I passed. Then Austin tried to lure me to the white side on Saturday night, but again, I passed. And I was up till 4:00am Sunday morning, kicking everybody's arses on puzzle fighter straight as. The Fatty approach: it works. It fuckin works.

Richards

Motley Crue Fridays Return

So.. We smashed the fridge.. We smashed the sign.. We smashed some lights.. We lit a fire in a tree and then proceeded to light a fire in the fridge and add mattresses to it.. Once again. i have learnt never to drink a bottle of scotch and expect to be ok..

Then.. Jeff decides to smash his stereo.. Jeff.. i think this is the most intelegent thing you have done in a number of years. In smashins your stereo you have to live with listening to headphones when going to sleep or even listening to pablo whilst going to sleep..

Also, now that we have entered pablo's room... it's graffitti time.. if Ugly Kid Joe can do it.. WE can do it.. Pablo.. I hate to bring this to you but i don't think your living quarters are ever going to be the same again..

And on one final note.. I HAVE A DRUG PROBLEM..

- austin..