Well. Here it is. My second attempt at an online journal of sorts. Only this time I promise I won't use it solely to post quirky little test/quiz results and whinge about crappy ex-girlfriends. I figure I’ll do this for a little while to see how it changes my everyday life. To try and keep myself accountable on several things and hopefully help keep my priorities and time organisation in check. Who knows.... it might be good. If I update regularly enough, I might be able to remember what I did two weeks ago and maybe even two months ago. Yes, that will be great. No more thinking "Hey, did I do that last week... or last month?". My memory is unreliable sometimes. You will also be able to find out about the adventures of Max, The Mad Maniacal Monkey of Mayhem.

About Max, TMMMoM:
Well, Max came to me late one night, while I was living in Lutwyche, after an apparent drinking binge at a club in Fortitude Valley. He said he'd just finished a hit job on a mob of rebel cats in the area and went to the club for a well-earned break. 

He was "forcibly removed" after he asked this gorgeous angel-faced brunette barmaid if she would like to come home with him after her shift. He said they had been chatting all night while she had been getting him "shit-faced", as he put it, all night on Wild Turkey Bourbon and the odd Toblerone Cocktail. They seemed to be getting on well. 

They had been talking about their favourite music and current trends in irritating pop music regarding sheep-like teenagers, their dream cars and places to live and also about chocolate, the best tasting and ,interestingly enough, the many ways it can be used before eating it. He thought that this kind of suggestive conversation meant that she was keen for it and, before asking her home, asked if she'd like to try some of the more sexy ideas out. 

She screamed at him and told him he was a dirty little primate, among other things, and said "How could she go home with something that her grandma could have knitted?". He got offended and, just as a rather large bouncer yanked him by the tail, he told her she was probably a racist lesbian anyway. I told him that I thought that wasn't a very smart move at all. He agreed. The bouncer tossed him halfway across the room and out through the swinging doors like the stuffed toy he was. His nose was cracked and then shattered when he hit the pavement outside. With stuffing and beans coming from what was once his nose, he ran down the road. It was lucky he knew a craft shop close-by that he could break into, otherwise he could have been empty by morning.

On his way home, the cab driver threw him out near my place when he found out Max only had $3.50 and half of a peeled banana in his pocket. His only pocket. He came knocking on my door after noticing the lights on and some funky beats playing energetically from my bedroom. We have been room-mates of sorts ever since.

Here is Max. He doesn't seem like such a bad guy does he?

Stay tuned and you can find out about some of Max's past experiences and also some of his new ones. Hopefully sometimes with pictures. 

The thankyou section is...

HERE!
Cheers and big thanx go out to Teegs for putting me on to this site. I like the hostname assignments and you get them for free. On places like Live Journal, you have to pay for that privilege. Also, thanks to Clairey for being a cranky pants and telling people all sorts of crap and half-truths about me, causing me never want to use or see another LJ again.

I have to crash now so till next time peeps.... take care and peace out!