My Cats breath smells like cat food!

sometimes hairballs!

Ya, I went home yesterday to see my mum and pick up my brother, and sure enough, Bronson's (my cat) breath smells like cat food... probably explained by all the cat food he eats. He is a pretty big cat, and he does eat a lot of cat food, so it's really quite a blatant statement.

Sure, I couldn't think of anything else to open this mainly ambiguous blog about, i don't even know if it is really ambiguous or not, I just like that word, and I have used it just twice now, and I can easily justify each use - so there. This is going to be one of those articles that writes itself.

Shit's goin down, stuff's goin on... I just had one of the most funnest weekend's (attack gramma nazi's!) in a long time... house party on Friday night, where I got re-aquinted with mary-jane through a billy fashioned like Buddha, then the races on Saturday, where we wined and dined in the Skyline restaurant - $280.00 a head courtesy of my work! They work us to death, therefor we drink to death! huzzah!

And the girls, oh the girls... girls sure know how to dress themselves up for us boys - although, I know they are only trying to impress each other, it was a shame though, Saturday at the races was Stakes day, which is traditionally family day - alas, you would have though the main attraction was Barny does Dallas, the amount of whored up 16 year olds was quite alarming, no less so than the seedy old men in trench coats who walked amongst the naive pretties trying their luck with the boys at the races - let me tell you, when I am a father, no daughter of mine is going to the races till she is over 18!

My I-river finally arrived as well, which is good, because Music is awesome, and mobile music represents all that is good with technology... sure, the neanderthal man had half a clue, clubbing his women over the head and having his way with her in the cave, amongst nature with the birds and the bee's etc... but could he listen to 40GB with of music whilst on public transport? - that's a negative, so God bless the industrial revolution and the toys it has brought me.

Speaking of toys, I hit my boss up for a pay rise today - the industrialist in me needs no favour of any trade union - damn uions are whats holding the country back! collective bargaining is for the weak, and the weak will succumb to our whim. Pay rise will be good, for purchase of more toys. I also think I am nearing the age of retirement (25) so I must think about the future!

Ah, to retire by the seaside with my toys... only 3 years away!

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