-never sayn things to my ex that i should hav... and on that note letn the relationship go on as long as it did when i knew it was over...
-let the things others say and do get to me
-let illness (or nething) be an excuse...
-procrastinated so much... mind u i still do that now... otherwise i woodnt b on here...

BTech - Computer Systems Engineering. If I wanted to finish it now, I'd have to go back to Palmerston North for a year; not a particularly savoury prospect.

hmm drugs in general i think ... no better way to retard a creative mind

i wished id never walked thru karori cemetary after midnight high on LSD firey tounge-balls where chasing me.

"Once i said that the BeeGees were not the best band ever, when clearly they are"

:D Ahahahaha! Such a crazy mix of stuff on that site.

Yeah, actually it's a bit more boring than when I last looked at it. Then there seemed to be a higher proportion of genuinely odd confessions. Stuff like the one where someone confessed to half drowning a peacock and then entombing it alive!?

wow that was a really stink thing to say

Yeah, Im sorry that was low and Im a dick for saying that. Don't take it personally, it was just all my shit spilling over onto you, hasn't been the best week, but thats no excuse.

oh libelle that is just so profound.

grimmy. i hear you bro.
paint heals pain mate...

(pissmefishes painting is bloody brill...)

between paint, ink, and html i don't seem to be getting much time to my beautiful babies here on nzm, so i'm going to make it my mission over the next few weeks to slack off at work a bit more in the leadup to doing absolutely fuck all in the sun for a fortnight or so ... dev brownout time should help

gotta be prepared, and with summer ale back in town i shall be!

see you's fullas soon yo

I never lost mine, I know exactly where I left it, I was just way too ashamed to go back and get it.

I can't help it, I know I shouldn't, but...

You should, she's your mother!

oops, get ready to fell embarrased, but my old mans been dead for 4 and a 1/2 years.
I would say maybe you managed to dig him up somewhere, but that'd be kinda hard 'coz we scattered his ashes on the ocean.

Easy tigers.

No worries mate, we all need to open our mouths and change feet from time to time, and i'm well over it, he died from a slow and nasty disease so we all had plenty of time to get used to the idea, and at the end honestly it was a relief for him and us.

//it blows back in your face..

Blowfinger you hit it right on the nail there buddy, Dad had a wicked sense of humour and we were k joking around about the wind blowing the ashes back on us and how much that would have made dad laugh, we were all soaking wet from the boat ride out to the island where we were scattering the ashes, and just as I leaned out to start pouring, the wind whipped up and I copped a whole pile of ash right in the face, about a tablespoons worth of it went down my throat...mmm, so gritty and crunchy....but at least Dad got the kind of send off he would have enjoyed telling people about!

sounds like our old drummer Matt, he went to a party at a neighbours house one night and pissed in the dryer full of clothes, then a couple of weeks later he was drunk at my place, went for a dump, ran out of toilet paper so he tried using an old trade and exchange that was in the dunny, it wouldn't flush so he got the dunny brush and tried forcing the whole gooey mess round the U bend, somehow he managed to hook a small nugget out and stood on it then walked it all through my carpet, it took 2 major turbo flushes with a 20 litre bucket of hot water to blow the blockage through, and about a week to get the smell of dried shit out of the carpet, needless to say he was never allowed to drink at my house again.

By the way he's now playing for OdESSA so if they're ever in your bar our you invite them back to drink with you, leave him outside.