JesM

Well.
My black mood has yet to dissipate, & I am becoming increasingly certain that there is some conspiracy against me.
Everyone seems to be doing their absolute BEST to ensure my fire stays lit (come on baby, light my fire!).
'They' are succeeding, brilliantly.

Okay. Hinder. Pretty fucking awesome live. Support band was from brisbane I believe, Called Small Mercies.
They too were a good live band.
They particularly won me over when they incorporated some Black Dog lyrics into one of their songs.
Same as I rather enjoyed Hinders rendition of "Born To Be Wild."
Plus Austin reminds of Mick Jagger in a big way...Good showman, enthusiastic, Tall, thin, shoulder length dark hair & with a great voice.
If you get the opportunity to catch them live, I suggest you go for it, you wont be disappointed.

However, before Hinder, certain events took place that did not help my situation... for example;
I'm on my way to meet my sister, walking to the bus stop & minding my own damn business, & a bunch of fucking brainless, wastes of space start yelling at me from inside their "Fully Sick Car".
Yea, That's fantastic guys. I really love it when you display just how comprehensively you fail at existence.
NOTE: A lot of girls do not like it when you yell obscenities at them. It doesn't turn them on. It will not make them weak at the knees & desperate to climb into your car & suck your dick while your friends watch & wait impatiently for their turn. You are losers. Please, commit suicide immediately.

That was annoyance number one.

After I arrived at the vet (my sister is a nurse she, was working & we were leaving for hinder from there), no more than ten minutes had passed, before a man enters the waiting room.
This is a rough account of his statement when Viv went to see what the problem was:
(Insert loud, slurring voice & prominent australian accent)
"I woke up this morning & there was a 300 pound pig in my front yard.
then i went to the pub & had a few beers..."
(more words i couldn't quite make out from the back room)
by this time my sister has also gone out to see what the problem was. She returns, somewhat disgusted yet somehow amused.
I ask her what he said, & she then tells me the man is drunk off his face, had decided that it might be a great idea to go for a drive, & has hit a Tawny Frog Mouth Owl.
The bird is pretty much fucked.
The drunken asshole is then heard to say "No, I wanna come, I wanna see. Make sure it's gonna be ok...".
Yeah, that's fantastic, you stupid fuck. He wasn't allowed to "make sure it was ok".
According to Viv, the guy claimed that when he drove into the bird, it made such a loud & awful noise that it scared him.
I then watched as she injected Lethobarb into this gorgeous bird.
Euthanasia is not something I have any desire to witness ever again.
I understand that this bird was fucked beyond all help & to be euthanised was the quickest & most painless way for its suffering to be eased, but it shouldn't have been fucking suffering in the first place
& I sincerely wished that that man would wrap his car around a tree or telephone pole on his way home, or to the next pub or wherever it is that he was going.
There are plenty of humans, millions of drunks who would rise up & take his place.
Plenty of stupid, arrogant alcoholics who think that its ok for them to drive while being completely fucking wasted.
Imagine if he had hit a person?
Sure, I wouldn't have cared anywhere near as much.
If a person is stupid enough to walk on the streets blindly trusting the skill of the drivers around them, blindly trusting that because the law states that it is illegal to drive while under the influence, all the drivers are sober, that is their own problem.
But at least the cunt would have been punished for his fucking crime.
Then to top it off, Viv began playing with this bird's corpse.
Extending its wings, raking its talons at me
"oooh look at it's talons" /makes hissing noises & swipes at me.
I was nicely nauseated at this stage, & almost on the brink of tears of rage & sadness.
The injustice of the situation, & the apparent nonchalance of others was suffocating & infuriating. This creature just had its body utterly destroyed through no fault of its own, & then was made into a joke upon its death... & I can't explain why it fucked with me so much, because I am too goddamn tired.
I guess the moral of the story is some people are fucking worthless & ought to be killed, & I should never work in a veterinary hospital, because I would doubtless pull client details from the files & personally mete out punishment & justice to those who are in need of it, as determined by me.
Considering I hold the life of a single unfortunate owl in higher esteem than that of most people, & that working in a vet would grant me access to a fantastic amount of Lethobarb, I daresay there would be far less animal abusers & drunk drivers around.
...Hmm. On second thought, maybe I SHOULD work in a vet.
For those of you who have no idea what a tawny frog mouth looks like..:
That was infuriating & depressing event number two.
It pretty much fucked me up for the night.

We have now arrived at Luna Park.
Luna park it would seem has a store room tucked away somewhere, stocked with an endless supply of fat, ugly, hideously attired women, who wait until I have found a spot in which I am able to see reasonably well, & then run out, shove their way in front of me & proceed to wave their flabby, wobbly arms & sing/scream in some kind of terrifying parody of music.
& tall people. An endless supply of insanely tall people.
I don't have any real issue with overweight people or with tall people (apart from jealousy of their height)
but i've been having a really shitty time of late, & my god the insults were tearing at my teeth desperate to dripped into the ears of these irritating people.
how DARE they like the same band as Myself?!?
how FUCKING dare they want to get as close as possible!?
How fucking DARE they EXIST!?

Existence of others: Annoyance number three!

But the person at the hinder concert who gets the award for Biggest Dickhead has to go to the random guy who sees me, bounces his way over to me, stands half a foot away from me, spreads his legs, places his hands behind his head makes what I imagine he assumed to be alluring faces & then starts thrusting at me & gyrating his hips like he knew me, like he was the sexiest thing alive.
Like he wasn't about 5'3 tall & 24 years old.
at first, I was a little unsure if this was really happening or if I was just having nightmarish hallucinations.
He persisted in his effort for a full 5-7 seconds. If you count that in your head, that's a pretty long time to thrust at some girl who is standing there still as a post just staring at you like you're a fucking alien.
( a mix of shock, horror & awe. who the fuck does that?)
I still can't quite grasp that it happened, it seems so surreal.
In any case, whatever the dude was on, it gave him fantastic confidence, murdered many precious brain cells, & did little too improve his dancing skills.
But he's lucky he didn't touch me, for that would have served rather nicely for shaking me from my confused stupor, & his exposed groin would son have become intimately acquainted with my right knee.
I doubt anyone would have contested my right to do so.

& that was the last major irritation of my evening.
what a brilliant blog, eh?
It seems I sure am popular with randoms at the moment though...asian teens one night & disgustingly sleazy, fucked up men the next.
I'm so lucky.