Oh if anyone is wondering... my book is about a man in the city. He has the ability to travel a million years into the future. But it's fairly useless as there's nothing there. The city is covered in weeds and broken apart. He starts to hide objects in strange places to see if they will still be hidden in a million years. I tell the stories of what happened to the objects that aren't there anymore.

I'm not going to kiss anymore of those ugly/pushy/rudes. I want to wait for him with all the uncertainty that entails untill heartbreak I guess. You know I'm already in this funny heart space so no complaining allowed okay? Not so sure drunk self will stick to this though. It has a penchant for rebelliously kissing someone crap because it can.
P.S.  Patti Smith is great. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_ciiCyxOJA 
And she looks like my friend Josey who's working in Japan. They are all workaholics there. I reckon workaholics are good though. I need to workaholic and finish my book. I need more coffee.

I realise as a Brisbanite I'm supposed to hate the gold coast but I fucking love it.