Thursday, November 04, 2004

Working the ol' 9 to 5 (PM to AM)

So tonight was my 5th night in a row writing my Renaissance essay at my dad's work in the city. I always tell stories about what happens after I overdose on too much work and honour system coke: that I start to go a bit insane and and have crazy adventures with my friend the giant Roussilon butterfly. But I know most of you don't believe me. So I thought I'd provide a bit of visual evidence regarding what usually goes down during one of my late night working parties at Dad's office:

What!? No Rousillon! It would be a bad idea to take apart the boiling water machine to see how it works... oh ok then I guess it would be fun.

Hey look what I found in my Dad's office... it's the "about the author" bit from a book one of his clients wrote. After reading this (which she obviously typed herself) I am kind of tempted to read the book:

I too have the Cries for FREEDOM!

MOTHER OF FUCK!IE@# BUSH JUST WON!! FUCK. FUCK. ARHG! I just found that out then. Oh, the world is most definitely in trouble. Anyway (can there really be an anyway? We're fucked), since I was following all day I have decided to compile my favourite images from the ones they used as part of their election coverage:

Ah, memories

Anyway I just finished my essay on the Last Supper to hand in at midday... FUCK that's in 8 hours! I need to get some sleep before putting the finishing touches on it. Pat is also still up doing his all-night thing (actually he's only up till 4am tonight, tomorrow will be one of his true allnighters). But he was still delirious enough to make this image for me from one of my Last Supper pictures:

I feel honoured to have a Pat image on my blog.
But what does honour even mean anymore after my experience with my Dad's work's honour system drinks fridge?

Oh and on a moral note (I am writing my Practical Ethics essay from tomorrow after all... although I don't know how moral it is, it's on porn and animals [and sometimes both, disturbingly]), I have been writing down all the drinks I take on the little "drink charge" list, so they are not really free.

Oh and on a drink note, today I drank two supertasty supersize McDonald's cokes in a row with Georgie. And I'd do it again! Maybe that's why I'm still up... sorry about the fence sludge pat!

Oh and on a something note, I should go. BYE!!!


At 11/04/2004 01:26:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Most random caffeine-inspired post ever!
- Max
P.S. LOLOLOLOLOOLOLOLOLOL that writer can't write.

At 11/04/2004 01:27:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

And her second name is gypsy LOLWTFBBQ!

At 11/04/2004 01:28:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...


At 11/04/2004 02:22:00 PM, Blogger conditionals said...

I am a Courageous man of the world never afraid to speak out about HOW I HAVEN'T SLEPT FOR 28 HOURS!!!!

At 11/04/2004 08:40:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...


At 11/04/2004 11:29:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Congrats on completing essay!
*hi fives*

At 11/05/2004 12:22:00 AM, Blogger conditionals said...

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At 11/05/2004 12:23:00 AM, Blogger conditionals said...

Awesome pat, but it fails on every level compared to my graphic/humour masterpiece:

Hi-5! Now on to the animal porn essay!

At 11/05/2004 12:31:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

the pat spam begins again! now onto my male escorts with huge abs ethnographic study requiring extensive research essay!

i wish.

At 11/05/2004 01:17:00 AM, Blogger conditionals said...

Hey Sarah!? My supercar green ford falcon has awesome abs.

At 11/05/2004 02:46:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

damn it he knows my secret identity and my super loser abilities are revealed to all. im melting im melting.

thats is stupid will. i mean how can a supercar green ford falcon have awesome abs? how stupid do you think i am? its a ford! only toyotas and upper level mercs have super abs. fords are notorious for their love handleage, dur!

At 11/05/2004 02:51:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

At 11/05/2004 04:40:00 AM, Blogger Me said...

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At 11/05/2004 03:05:00 PM, Blogger conditionals said...

Lets just say my Ford Falcon has abs that will "BRAKE" your heart.
Aren't I the fool for explaining my puns even though everybody probably already got them.

Hey I urge everybody to sign up so there's no more 'Anonymous' commenting. It's gets so confusing. Except in Sarah's case, where her sign-in name is MORE confusing! And Sarah, you know you'll never spam my comments as much as Pat's because I will defeat you with a new blog entry!

At 11/06/2004 02:42:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

foiled again, bugger!

- me

mmm enigmatic

At 11/06/2004 02:57:00 PM, Blogger bree said...

U look like a friend of mine, made my heart do a little jump cause i thought this was his blog... Bush sucks...and i'm embarassed to live in a country where 51% of the voting public are IDIOTIC ASS CLOWNS!

At 11/06/2004 05:00:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

look will you have a fan!

Yanks are dumb arent they?:)

At 11/06/2004 07:30:00 PM, Blogger conditionals said...

hmmm possibly i could have a career as one of those cardiovascular electric shock mahines if i made your heart skip.

shhh sarah you're breaking my one and only fan! stop yanking their chain.

At 11/06/2004 09:11:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

ahaha! yanking...chain!!! ehehe. so good, i love you guys. meanwhile i thought i would send patty some romantic lyrics that i wrote. he didnt reply, im not sure why...

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ooh I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
I want you
I don't want anybody else
And when I think about you
I touch myself
Ooh, oooh, oooooh, aaaaaah

the funniest thing is those are lyrics off the album, they actually wrote it out like that!

At 11/06/2004 10:09:00 PM, Blogger conditionals said...

gee whiz, that almost beats weezer's emo lyrics about japanese schoolgirls:

I wonder what clothes you wear to school
I wonder how you decorate your room
I wonder how you touch yourself
and curse myself for being across the sea

and for sole fan,

At 12/17/2004 08:49:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

To combine your love of mc doanadls beverages, allnighters, the use of the word fuck and hatred of the bush government - try joing a poker school! Then you can play poker and be manly. When six am comes around its breakfast at at your favorite six am beverage outlet (mc donalds) before a good liedown. The perfect crime so to speak.

At 12/17/2004 11:58:00 PM, Blogger conditionals said...

Wow. That was way too clever to be a casinobot. Awesome advice!

At 6/12/2005 10:33:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...


At 6/13/2005 12:47:00 PM, Blogger conditionals said...

... garth?


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