GABOS

Mum is the unemotional type. Infact my whole family is the unemotional type. Mum talks about death like its nothing.

'Oh did you know Tito Manny died?'

Tito Manny? My bro's ninong who lived across the street from us in Kealba whom we've known all our lives, yes??? How did he die? When?

'Sunday 2am. Cancer of the colen, blood transfusion, general weakness of the body, starvation. Oh and 
David Murray died too.'

Why?? When??

'Saturday 2pm. He was getting old and he didnt want to eat.

He starved himself?

Old people don't like eating.'

Mum works in a nursing home. She is surrounded by death, disease and heart break. Nothing can hurt her. So its an accomplishment when I do, if I do... I dont know if i have yet.

Being unemotional has its ups. I heard that emotion is a sign of weakness. gangstas dont show weakness.

GABOS.

From now since my last post I have been sketching feathers. I want this tattooed on me. I drew it on my inner fore arm and it looks good there. I also drew it on my bicep. It looks good there too but the pain of the tattoo will hurt too much. My original plan was to have it on my upper left shoulder, the feather starting from the bottom of my neck and ending near the start of my armpit. the feather will flow with my shoulder curve. I have yet to decide on the fill, line fill, light shading, dark shading, something realistic or cartoon?

Mum's gonna kill me. She hasnt seen my newly pierced ears. Perhaps she will tmrw.

Whenever I open up my Taylors Hill fridge I expect a site of glorious foods. Today there was salami. Mum knows how much I love that shit. She bought like 1 kg of it. I shoved about 50 grams in my mouth. Midnight binge eating. Wash it down with some black tea so I wont have to brush my teeth, bcoz drinking tea eliminates the need for brushing. Didnt you know?

I had Oriental Spoon dinner with Aaron today. We ate chicken but I only got through three pieces before I got a stomach ache. My empty tummy wasnt used to so much food at one time, something so oily too. Aaron's in a bad state so I shouted him to make him feel loved.

'Thanks chicken"

Wednesday:
Going Myer, Highpoint to buy these shoes I'm frothing over. They are $35 after customer + team member discount. Wee Wee. Go to Savers to spend my credit note, since im too generous with my money and buy things for other people who dont appreciate jack shit. Post ebay. Work on dresser table, sand, putty, varnish. Play with rabbit. Buy:

• Presents for Mel, Marty, Cathy, James, Papa and Girl Girl (fuck)
• Bonzer/blush
• 3M Wall hooks

Thursday:
Play with bunny rabbit. 12-5pm at new work place... my first shift what SHOES am I going to wear???? Party at jwow getting tipsy. Farewell Mel and Marty, thanks for all the fish.

Friday:
Play with bunny rabbit. work 12 -5 pm again. Go straight to work at Jwow til close. Finally, working on a Friday. I'm so drinking. Possibly crash at James' house because..

Saturday:
work at 1-6:30 pm which is probably a closing shift. Saturday is my dad's bday and Jack's bday at Blue Diamond, which is 15 storeys up a Queens Street building. Sounds gangsta, I want to go but I have no one to go with. Vman won't come with me. He never wants to hang with me at night.

Sunday:
It better be fucking sunny. Clean car. Work on dresser. Play and train bunny rabbit. Work on some sketches or something design related.

I miss my rabbit.