When in Rome… Get your wallet stolen by a gross gypsy with magical hobo powers

Chris has been sending me messages all afternoon, and they’ve been making me lol. It would be embarrassing, except that I’ve already done far more embarrassing things, without the help of nonsensical texts from Chris. I sometimes think that I’m not capable of being embarrassed, until I remember when I was younger and got angry at my mum for ignoring me when I asked if she could get me a book down off a shelf in a store, and then she turned around and it wasn’t mum. So I guess I was embarrassed then, but not so much any more. I think I’m more able to laugh at myself now. And I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing, or a bad thing. If I’m happy, then it’s good, right?

The news, as reported by Chris this afternoon via text messages:

4:32pm: Australian Snowboarder dies in all in Swiss Alps

4:33pm: Man eats buffit

4:35pm: Pea joins fight against curds, and way.

4:35pm: Sensodyne doesn’t work. Says man.

4:39pm: Squid sucks off womans toe in violent rage

4:40pm: Connect four does.

4:41pm: Hicks gets hooked on hickies and ham.

4:43pm: Alma fudd fucked by buggs in horror burrow rape.

4:43pm: Tree gives way under pressure from sky.

4:46pm: Metho accused of aboriginal deaths and arrested on murder charges.

4:47pm: Howard says workchoice legislation have delivered on liberal panties plan.

4:48pm: Bill evans from westpac reports on finance news and looks like stoned old Fuck.

4:49pm: Tom Cruise lies. Again.

4:50pm: Man lays egg and forgets where he puts it

4:53pm: Optus steals boat load of south african animals and puts them to work in call centre offering small pay and water.

4:54pm: Kochie shiTs out of mouth whilst talking under water and clapping hands like a seal.

4:55pm: Police on gold coast investigate japan-e-ze.

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I feel nice and fresh and clean. I was a bit tired today, not too much. I’m finding that I have more energy than I used to. I’m not sure why… I feel pretty happy right now. I’ve got sunshine in a bag. I felt this last week, but felt I couldn’t trust it. This sort of effortless soaring, this feeling of coasting over everything I used to stamp my feet in the dust bout… it’s a bit daunting because there’s so far to fall. I’m no longer so greatly affected by external influences. It was almost that… other people determined my mood. Right now I’m…. something

Play this game!!!!! invisibles-2.xls I kind of like these little distractions. However, it does seem like if you can’t get the exact phrasing/punctuation/etc right, it will tell you you’re wrong. Don’t take it personally, it told me too. I think it’s just a sociopath.