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It was me.

Me, Me, Me who ‘opened up their AMEX for the bar tab.

Why: Because I gots me a new job!

Loving all your work
Adam

Adam Uncategorized drinking and debauchery, rants

See the thing with procastinating on many events means that you miss out on opportunities but ultimately you can move on and still live happily every after.

However, when one is presented with procrastinating over where they’re going to live, things become a little more “interesting” shall we say.

I have to move out in 72 hours and I haven’t really taken the time to find a new place. Secondary to this is that my ‘temporary storage’ location may not be available anymore so I could find myself in some hot water over the next few days.

Professionally things are just going ballistic atm. People are resigning from our company left, right and centre and it’s making a lot of people quite uncomfortable about what’s going to happen in the future. From my perspective you just have to keep on keeping on until you know something firm, but it’s always nice to be telling your staff what is going on as well.

Never the less I had a big, big weekend. Drinking each night (different crowds, different goals). Took Eve and Rach out for numerous drinks (plus my g/f who won’t be named!) and a hefty bar tab for all involved.

It was during this evening that I found out more intimate details about my g/f than I would had I been dating her another six months. This (of course) makes me happy. Go out with girls, get them drunk and you learn the most amazing things.

So guys, if you want to know the answers to the eternal questions about what girls think about oral, swallowing, anal, the sex-on-first-date-rule, sex-on-second-date rule and the ‘bullshit’ that’s being perpetuated about the ’10-date-rule’ in cosmo of late, feel free to send me an e-mail.

Other than that i’m incredibly tired, semi-drunk, still hungover, tired from cleaning and typing incoherently.

Have a good night.
Adam

p.s – Head to the gallery i’ve just uploaded a truckload more photos (ie more than 100). Let’s see how my bandwith holds up.

Adam Uncategorized drinking and debauchery

I’m like the real slim shady

Well a few things to stir the pot from the past couple of weeks:

- I’m moving.. again… 4 times in 11 months is starting to get ridiculous, though the offer i’m taking up really is too good to refuse;
- I’ve *finally* added some photos (about 25) to the photo gallery. Click on the link above to get to them;
- I’ve finally decided to add another post
- I’ve updated to the latest version of WordPress due to the inordinate amount of SPAM i’ve been receiving, so if your comment gets dropped, e-mail me (see the contacts page for details) and i’ll let yours through;
- I’m still searching, still stumbling and still trying to keep my head above water atm;
- I’ve cut back a huge amount on the drinking, debauchery and general behaviour which is bound to get me into trouble;
- I’ve ceased-and-desisted talking to a few people (my ex included) for various reasons. Seems that some things you just have to leave permanently, there’s no use letting them rule your life;
- It’s good to be relaxing in the afternoon, typing away on my website. It’s not often these days that I get a chance to do nothing;
- The podcasting thing started then came to a crashing halt. Timetables being the most difficult objective to overcome (I should have known, I barely update the beast anymore, and this is the story of my life supposedly!);
- I’ve cancelled the web hosting I paid for (just this morning), but have enough space with my own provider to dip my toes into the water and see how things go. If they go well, i’ll get more space, if not, i’ll shut it down and say that I gave it a try;

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*pause* while I update some more photos on Coppermine
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I’m back again. Just about to start uploading another 5 pics….

See the problem with uploading to the photo gallery is three-fold.

- You have to re-size every image (i’m not uploading 4.2MB file for any of you!)
- You can then only upload 5 images at a time
- You have to label, categorise, album-select and generally write war-and-peace on every image that you place into the system.

Real time works out at about 20 mins for every 5 photos. So as much as I know everyone wants me to upload, upload, upload!, just give me two seconds to get my shit together before you assume that i’m neglecting this thing.

….. well….. maybe I *am* neglecting this thing, but you get the picture

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I’m up to image 225 and you get to keep me around until image 266, then i’m off for a walk, over for some company/movies/alcohol, then i’m back for sleep and cleanup tomorrow.

Because folks, as you know, i’m moving house….

*again*…..

Fuck moving house!
Fuck having to spend money!
Fuck going out tonight and watching videos!
Fuck work!
Fuck Blogging!
Fuck Spam!

Fuck fuck fuck!

(ed: I have absolutely no idea where that came from… Look at it as a ‘Wayne’s World’ moment.. if you’re old enough to know about Wayne’s World…..)

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In other news i’ve also been a slack friend, slack son and slack employee (actually that’s not true, i’ve been kicking ass lately, i’ve got my *groove* back on!)….. But enough of that..

Went on holidays last week. Up to the beautiful Gold Coast for a week of relaxing, g/f spending, clothes shopping, alcohol dispensing, downtown partying, serious-catching-up-on-sleeping, book-reading and job-contemplating. I think after 2 years in the role and having never really had the chance to get away on a break, I was looking forward to doing *nothing* for a few days.

Nothing is exactly the opposite of what I did most of the time….. But hey, you gotta go with what you’ve got some of these days

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You know what I love about this blog? The fact that the title says ‘incoherently rambling’ and that’s exactly what I can do. I enjoy the fact that people read this thing and catchup (actually i’m downright suprised at the amount of people who keep coming back to this thing, most of you are return visitors!), though in reality I do it all for me. I take this journey and these incremental steps in my world so that one day I can look back and realise what a complete tool I was and how at the age of 27, I *still* hadn’t come close to getting my shit together.

And I suppose that’s the reality of it for the Generation-Y’s, we just don’t have any fucking clue about most of it.

Demographic check.

Mother @ 27. = 2 Businesses (successful), 2 kids, married (for the 2nd time), owns own home and 2 cars
Adam @ 27. = No Business (successful or otherwise), no kids, *not* married, doesn’t own own bed to sleep in at night (i’m serious, I sold it to my younger brother when I moved to Sydney).

How scary is this folks. Does this make me a failure or does it just make me disjointed from the world and trying to find that balance between commercial-consumer-driven-life and honey-i’m-home-where’s-sparky, the existence?

I know of one person under the age of 30 who’s married. I know many over 30 who aren’t even considering getting married. Most of my friends down here average a salary greater than the GDP of some small nations (I however, have not joined this trend!) and most of the girls I know can drink a schooner of beer and eat a bowl of wedges faster than I can…..

I’m thinking that i’m seriously starting to get off the rails here folks. No wonder I have issues with understanding the purpose of my life, I can’t even suck down a cheeseburger without being done in!

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Things with the girl are going really well and i’ve finally settled down and started to focus seriously on my relationship with her. I have to admit that the last 3-4 months have been hardcore. While i’ve certainly fostered a commitment to the relationship, i’ve been partying pretty hard and generally tried to avoid the reality that I really like this girl and that she deserves of me a 100% commitment to what we’re getting ourselves into.

Not that i’ve done anything unbecoming, just that i’ve gone and had fun with the boys, been a boy and now I don’t want to be a boy so much anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a boy and I love playing up, I just don’t want to play up so much anymore. I like spending time with her and she doesn’t hassle, cajole or otherwise judge me for the mistakes i’ve made of the times when I haven’t been perfect.

What i’ve found on the flipside of that is that she’s shown me that she’s not always perfect, doesn’t always have the answer.

I’m finally starting to see that this could be a really good thing to have in my life so i’m going to hold onto her tightly and make sure that I keep her close.

And that folks, is all I really have to say about the girl….. Because, well, i’m actually starting to realise that you take these things one day at a time, you live, you learn and you (eventually) start to love. We’re getting there on all fronts and i’ll come back to you when i’ve got something more definitive to say on any of them

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*more photos*

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Back.. again.

*sigh* .. only up to image 238.. of 265 (i’ve decide to drop the last picture, work colleague, don’t want to mix with personal website).

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(After another departure)

Well i’m off. I hope this mean I can say that i’ve actually updated in the past couple of weeks. I’m hoping to get something up again tomorrow…..

honest..

Loving all your work
Adam

Adam Uncategorized drinking and debauchery, rants

I hope you all realise that I still love you, I just haven’t been in the right head speace to come up with the words that I feel.

Well tonight i’m going to attempt a diatribe to help you all forgive me, for me to forgive myself and for me to start getting my shit together.

I turn 27 years old in 7 days and I still don’t know where to start.

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The last 3+ months have been tough. I’ve made (mostly) stupid decisions and have paid the price dearly on multiple fronts. I have continued to shun responsibility for my poor behaviour and it’s finally starting to catch up on me and i’ve failed to rectify the wrongs.

Financially i’m not in a good place. My continuous rounds of drinking have seen me in the doctors times quite a few times over the past months and i’m realising that if I don’t curb my activities soon they’re going to start to do some permanent damage.

I have, however, met somebody. And she is absolutely beautiful.

I haven’t told anybody because of the timeframe between when I met her as it was so soon after I’d broken up with my ex. I didn’t want people to judge and I wasn’t ready to commit to even the possibility of falling for anybody in any kind of emotional capactiy.

Problem is kids, is that I *have* fallen for her and i’m just not admiting it to myself, or anybody else for that matter.

Well that stops today. People, readers, fans, hangers on, casual lurkers, stumblers into my domain…. I’ve met somebody.

I have fallen for her. I don’t know when it hit me but it was most likely in the last couple of weeks. When I started to get scared and go out drinking more and generally acting up like a fool and not keeping my mind focused on what’s important I realised that my intense behaviours and fears was due to the single, undeniable fact that i’m falling for this girl and i’m scared beyond out of my wits.

I went away for a boys weekend this weekend and I missed her. Even though we were being boys and having fun and being debaucherous I really didn’t need to be there. I really wanted to be with her, hanging out and spending time. I wanted her to be there.

So what to do about this dilema. Well I think that the next few months represents some individual channels that i’m going to need to follow through with:

- Get a new job (it’s a work in progress folks, career, job, pay packet)
- Cut back on the drinking (already in progress, restricted to one night a week starting today)
- Commit to the girl (can’t live life without submitting yourself to it, and if I want her to be around i’m going to have to work on it)
- Move out with a mate (offer I can’t [financially] refuse, though the move is going to hurt a lot)
- Start this damn podcasting thing (it’s actually further along than you think, i’ve just got to put the hours in and the commitment…. soon, Eve and Adam on radio, together, uncut!)
- Update here more often

I’m thinking that the time for bullshitting with the boys (and myself) is over. I’ve had my fun but i’m realising that deep down inside i’m not that person, i’ve just allowed myself to (once again) skew off into a path that’s both dangerous and stupid for me and I hate myself for what it’s making me become. And I have nobody but myself to blame for it.

All I have to do now is fix it.

Loving all your work
Adam

Adam Uncategorized drinking and debauchery, rants, sex and love

Well I made it out alive.

Slightly hungover and relatively tired.

I now have to back this one up and head to Nimbin (drug capital of Australia) for a friend who runs a ‘retreat’ ….

God help me

ed: No, I won’t be indulging in any of the drugs

A

Adam Uncategorized drinking and debauchery

Ok..

So i’m drunk… only slightly.. uhhuh….

I *may* be drinking from frat-party style cups.
I *may* be drunken SMS’ing.
I *may* be dancing to the ‘Flashdance’ CD (you know what i’m talking about)
I *may* have worked out that i’ve known the hosts longer than any other guest whilst being the youngest
I am quite possibly drunk.

Update 3 soon.
A

Adam Uncategorized drinking and debauchery

I successfully avoided alcohol for 1.5 days.

Once again, i’ve proceeded to fall off the wagon

This is the first update. Right now i’m into my 5th shot, my 3rd daquiri and I can still speak coherently.

I’ve also engaged in one important phone conversation but sent no dangerous SMS’s… … yet….

Let’s see how the rest of the night goes.
A

Adam Uncategorized drinking and debauchery, rants

ed: This is a first draft. I’m tired and want sleep.. to be continued….

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So a Christmas post is probably about due.

Continued the tried-and-true tradition of catching up with Wonton and friends for another birthday, another round of alcoholic beverages, though this time with a twist.

Occassional commenter and ‘believed-to-possibly-be-fake’ girlfriend/better half/more attractive partner of said friend was in presence, looking gorgeous and generally charming the pants of us three single boys. She certainly won our approval and I couldn’t be happier for him. Well done mate, I wish you only great memories for you two to share in the future.

Oh…. and notb, you managed to charm Eve as well so now you’ve got boys *and* girls after you!

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Though I have jumped ahead. After missing out on vital sleep (I had a very attractive visitor, i’m sure you understand), I caught a jet plane to bright and sunny Queensland, stole a car (convertible) and drove the 5 hours up to Bundaberg for a reunion of sorts.

I got burnt. I suppose I needed to remember that Queensland sun + convertible + no sunscreen equals 3rd degree burns on arms and face. Silly me.

Nevertheless I remembered in a heartbeat why I will always have a place for Bundy in my heart, and why I could never go back. I took some time to scare ex-girlfriends, scare ex-sleeping partners and annoy certain team leaders with cute staff on their teams (some things never change apparently )

No night in Bundaberg would be complete without tasting some of the fine alcoholic beverages produced locally and I didn’t let the team down. 4 hours of phone conversation with Jaswannie and co. and a bottle of Rum later and I passed out for a few hours of sleep.

Thankfully the journey home was more pleasant with only a hangover and 6 hours sleep in 48 hours to contend with. Just like old times really

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So life continues to move forward, more decisions are made and generally i’m nowhere different to where I was a year ago. The dejavu is quite strong this year. I’m sitting at the same unit I was 12 months ago writing about another year in my strange and (relatively) interesting life. I still have the same friends though i’ve made a couple more. The ‘right one’ continues to elude me and i’m in desperate need of a new challenge professionally.

So while some things change, most remain the same.

Christmas day will involve some family, but mainly friends. Boxing day I get the pleasure of driving (again) to see Jayswannie and previously-commented on 10E breasts* (thankfully, the 10E breasts don’t belong to Jayswannie… )

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So the new year.

- Find new professional challenge (watch this space)
- Meet ‘nice’ girl
- Keep trying to get shit together so when I meet nice girl that I will be nice to her
- Drink less
- Drink a lot less
- Continue to make lots of mistakes and hopefully learn lessons

As part of the ‘drinking less’ from the 2nd of January until the Australia Day long weekend i’m going to detox. A scary thought for all of us though i’m thinking it’s become necessary if I don’t want to be registereing for AA meetings.

* Yes, I realise how patently offensive how bad it is to talk about a woman’s breasts, though I can assure you that my female friends’ conversations are far more startling than anything you’ll see on these pages.

Adam Uncategorized drinking and debauchery

- We started here
- And then here
- Always a good night out
- Always a tragic end
- I did it, 4:30am pancakes on the rocks now officially makes me a sydney-sider!

Great compnay, did some networking, talked too much, made people laugh, drank too much, ate too much.

Great night.

If only the hangover would go away.. bleh

A

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Updated: Late afternoon

As and addendum to this post, I may or may not have engaged in the following activities whilst out last night:

- I may have asked a foreigner how to find my way around Darling Harbour….
- I may have sung happy birthday to a girl (friend of a friend) and required to pause for a few seconds to remember said birthday girls name
- I may have had photos taken of me drinking vodka-and-red bull from jugs
- I may have SMS’d approximately 15 people and told them what a great time I was having
- I may have called K at 3:00am to win a bet (she wasn’t awake, I win!)
- I may have embarassed myself in front of people who I may one day be working with in some capacity
- I may have embarassed myself in front of lots of people who i’ll (thankfully) never be working with
- I may still be slightly hungover 14 hours after my last drink

But then, what else would you expect from someone as classy as myself?!?!?

Loving all your work
Adam

Adam Uncategorized drinking and debauchery

So what’s to say really… It’s 3:30pm on Sunday afternoon, and shortly C will be over to pick me up and head to the beach…

Recap of the weekend…

Friday Night:

- Went to the pub (ok, maybe a few pubs) took photos, saw my ex (she looked absolutely gorgeous in the top she was wearing, I just wanted to jump the tables and pash her then and there… *sigh*), saw a few people I liked, quite a few that I didn’t….
- Got to bed at like 4:30am after a very interesting interlude with a can of whipped cream, two budgies and a leather thong.

Saturday Night:

- Had a few people over for an afternoon session of BS and drinking
- Headed to the pub for one of two birthday parties (I wasn’t invited to the ‘popular girl’s’ party which really depressed me because I just want to be friends with her)
- Ended up being more people at S’s little rendevous, and had a great time
- Early departure by J
- Was just about to leave with H, then the band started playing Pink Floyd …. And of course you know it’s sacrilege to not listen to PF, rendition or otherwise
- About to head out the door, then the gorgeous and talented pair R and M show up looking absolutely gorgeous!
- Proceed to drink with then, they decide to head off to the Met, we followed
- I tried not to salivate all over the girls

Ended up have an amazing time at the Met as the Surf Girl contest was on. Essentially this towns definition of the glitzy prom night.

And some of the attire being worn was shocking. I have an entire nights memories of:

- Exposed “maternity-style” bra straps
- Horizontal Black-and-White stripe dresses (no shoulders), but no cleavage to speak of
- Electric Blue suit with thick Cherry Red tie (definitely the male fashion faux-pas of the evening!)
- One-shoed-stumbling-drunk-bundy-rum-can-in-hand walking
- The “People’s Choice” possibly wore the most hideous outfit in the history of mankind….

Adam Uncategorized drinking and debauchery, rants