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A time honoured tradition, but one I haven’t done in an extremely long time. Posting when i’m half/three-quarters/somewhere in between, pissed.

Actually i’m only a couple of drinks in tonight. Study for my Project Management exam (read: wanky exam in vain attempt to make me even more money and therefore perpetuate the unwinnable battle of my own intelligence vs my own insecurities). But hey, let’s not get *to* involved shall we.

There’s a million things I want to discuss, almost all of them I won’t. I suppose the only real topic I can speak of without illiciting evil and dire consequences is talk about my lack of time and my perpetual lack of sleep…….. (fuck, how exciting will *that* be!).
Fucking Sydney. I can remember a time and place when I had a chance to drink beers and live happy. Now I workout, go out, try out, expand, network, socialise and dramatise, but never actually get any time to myself.

All I really want is to get laid. If only I had some spare time to do it!
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As most will know, my comments about the girl will always remain fairly limited in this forum. I’ve got my demons and i’m working through them (perpetually, it seems) though with the help of stern warnings from friends, protection and support of loved ones and an overall commitment to being a better person i’m still staying happy and thoroughly enjoying the life i’m trying to build.

The girl, therefore, is tireless, ruthless (in a good way!), special and amazing and I still find it difficult to believe that she’s still here, still around and still cares about me. All I need to do now is put one foot in front of the other and show her how much she means to me.

Things i’ve achieved in the last two months:

- Headed some advice and kept my distance from some people who i’m better of having enjoyed history with, but no longer should directly associate with
- Met up with some people who I haven’t talked to and connected again (yes Rach, darling, this means you!)
- Worked hard
- Got off the cans (i’m down to 6 drinks a week, down from around 60) .. [yes, 60 is probably a low estimate btw]
- Got to the gym (fucking gym…. bastards)
- Lost about 6 Kg’s, still a fair few to go

What I haven’t done is:

- Gone to dinner with Amanda and her husband (we’re at 6 months and counting!)
- Gone to the movies in three months (we’ve had two sets of free tickets, no movies)
- Gone home
- Gone anywhere to relax
- Been to the beach

In reality, all this means is that i’ll hit 30, have a heart attack and move to the sunshine coast where i’ll grow weed and start driving a porsche.

Hey, that doesn’t seem like an entirely bad idea. If only I smoked weed.

Loving all your work
A