Kids on skateboards on a rise, study found darts in the back of their head is an effective cure
I spent the weekend down at Stony Pont, a place in Crib Point.
Basically, Whoop Whoop. :. (A place that’s desolate, or in other words, you won’t be able to find a Starbucks within 100 miles)
I went down to Stony Point to see Cassi, the friend who’s going to Perth for 6 years. My step mum dropped me off on Friday around 6pm at her new house, I ended up just hanging around until her dad picked Cassi up from work.
I tagged along with Cass’s dad to pick her up from Frankston train station. When Cassi saw me, she went nuts. We hadn’t seen each other for a few months, but we always stay in touch, none the less, she wasn’t expecting me till the next day.
I met her step sister, and one of her step brothers. Let’s just say, I’m obscenely glad my step mum doesn’t have any kids.
With Cassi, and her younger sister Naomi, the whole house contains five kids plus the parents - but Naomi is equal to three, or maybe even four, two year old kids.
Quite a hand full.
On Saturday everyone pitched in to move everything left in the old house, and carry it to the new one. The new house was four houses away from the old one, as they had bought the land and built on it, I defiantly prefer the new house.
By eight o’clock, all her friends had arrived, we drunk, talked - or in my case, didn’t shut up.
Michael, an absolutely fucking gorgeous hunk the only person who lived in Melbourne besides me, told me that I should go into child care, or even debating/lecturing. Jason pitched in his fair share of talking mind you.
I made sure to prove what a bad influence I would be on the kids.
Jason, a gay guy with maybe one foot out of the closet, decided he would stay the night with everyone else. So he took me for a drive back to his place, where again, I didn’t shut up. Mind you, he talked quite a bit too. We’re buddies now. lol.
Not much happened over all. I went to bed at four, leaving Cassi and some blonde girl out the back to chat, I ended up sleeping in this noxious green painted room. Very scary.
Oh, and Claire, I slept next to Michael. Complete PG sadly. At least I got him to myself, as one of Cassi’s friends was supposed to bunk in with us. Alas, she never turned up. *sighs dramatically*
He has a very nice arse. And skin - he has Ukrainian parents, so he has that gorgeous natural tan.
He stole the bed sheets from me at one point though, bastard. I get enough of that when Jac stays over.
Morning found me with untangled hair (for which I was very thankful for, my hair.. well…. You’d be hard pressed to find more than 3 people within a 200km radius that have more hair than myself), and a bleary eyed brunette smirking at me. The night before I had decided to catch the train back home in the morning with him, but at 7:20am I was kicking myself for such a screwed up idea. With daylight glaring in my face, I determined to beat the crap out of the aforementioned brunet. Turns out Michael isn’t very gracious, I asked him to ‘kindly’ to get rid off the offending daylight, but no.
The train station at Stony Point is, well, nearly none existent.
Turned out that the train driver decided he would sleep in, and fundamentally fuck us all about, so a bus came along and tried to have us killed in a head on collision before it reach our desired stops. I wouldn’t be surprised if the bus driver was pissed because he had to leave his cousin wife in the middle of sex in order to come and get us.
Michael and I both agreed that something needed to be done about the ‘skateboard’ epidemic in these rural areas. Every boy between the ages of 7 and 17 owned a skateboard.
I was tempted to grab one of their boards and throw it out the window. But the further we travelled the more we saw. They had enough to not only start their own football/soccer/netball team, but a whole fucking league.
When we finally got to Frankston station we got something to eat. I found this place that makes yummy hot chips, while Michael had a grease bacon egg toasted sandwich. Oh, and the pillock is a chip stealer too. He’s going DOWN.
So, 1 bus, 3 trains, and 3 hours later. I’m back in my home town, with promises to call and meet up with Michael when I next go jet skiing.
As soon as I got home I made sure to check that Jack hadn’t burnt some part of the house down, that my dog wasn’t dead, roughly cleaned the kitchen, then went to the toilet.
12:00pm I was face down on my pillow, hidden under the covers from the damn daylight, with my cloths hazardously dumped on the floor.
I didn’t emerge till 6pm.
Overall, it was just nice to see Cassi.
I’ll see what I can do about getting some pictured of Michael for you lovely ladies. No use in depriving you, now is there.
*hugs you all*
Basically, Whoop Whoop. :. (A place that’s desolate, or in other words, you won’t be able to find a Starbucks within 100 miles)
I went down to Stony Point to see Cassi, the friend who’s going to Perth for 6 years. My step mum dropped me off on Friday around 6pm at her new house, I ended up just hanging around until her dad picked Cassi up from work.
I tagged along with Cass’s dad to pick her up from Frankston train station. When Cassi saw me, she went nuts. We hadn’t seen each other for a few months, but we always stay in touch, none the less, she wasn’t expecting me till the next day.
I met her step sister, and one of her step brothers. Let’s just say, I’m obscenely glad my step mum doesn’t have any kids.
With Cassi, and her younger sister Naomi, the whole house contains five kids plus the parents - but Naomi is equal to three, or maybe even four, two year old kids.
Quite a hand full.
On Saturday everyone pitched in to move everything left in the old house, and carry it to the new one. The new house was four houses away from the old one, as they had bought the land and built on it, I defiantly prefer the new house.
By eight o’clock, all her friends had arrived, we drunk, talked - or in my case, didn’t shut up.
Michael, an absolutely fucking gorgeous hunk the only person who lived in Melbourne besides me, told me that I should go into child care, or even debating/lecturing. Jason pitched in his fair share of talking mind you.
I made sure to prove what a bad influence I would be on the kids.
Jason, a gay guy with maybe one foot out of the closet, decided he would stay the night with everyone else. So he took me for a drive back to his place, where again, I didn’t shut up. Mind you, he talked quite a bit too. We’re buddies now. lol.
Not much happened over all. I went to bed at four, leaving Cassi and some blonde girl out the back to chat, I ended up sleeping in this noxious green painted room. Very scary.
Oh, and Claire, I slept next to Michael. Complete PG sadly. At least I got him to myself, as one of Cassi’s friends was supposed to bunk in with us. Alas, she never turned up. *sighs dramatically*
He has a very nice arse. And skin - he has Ukrainian parents, so he has that gorgeous natural tan.
He stole the bed sheets from me at one point though, bastard. I get enough of that when Jac stays over.
Morning found me with untangled hair (for which I was very thankful for, my hair.. well…. You’d be hard pressed to find more than 3 people within a 200km radius that have more hair than myself), and a bleary eyed brunette smirking at me. The night before I had decided to catch the train back home in the morning with him, but at 7:20am I was kicking myself for such a screwed up idea. With daylight glaring in my face, I determined to beat the crap out of the aforementioned brunet. Turns out Michael isn’t very gracious, I asked him to ‘kindly’ to get rid off the offending daylight, but no.
The train station at Stony Point is, well, nearly none existent.
Turned out that the train driver decided he would sleep in, and fundamentally fuck us all about, so a bus came along and tried to have us killed in a head on collision before it reach our desired stops. I wouldn’t be surprised if the bus driver was pissed because he had to leave his cousin wife in the middle of sex in order to come and get us.
Michael and I both agreed that something needed to be done about the ‘skateboard’ epidemic in these rural areas. Every boy between the ages of 7 and 17 owned a skateboard.
I was tempted to grab one of their boards and throw it out the window. But the further we travelled the more we saw. They had enough to not only start their own football/soccer/netball team, but a whole fucking league.
When we finally got to Frankston station we got something to eat. I found this place that makes yummy hot chips, while Michael had a grease bacon egg toasted sandwich. Oh, and the pillock is a chip stealer too. He’s going DOWN.
So, 1 bus, 3 trains, and 3 hours later. I’m back in my home town, with promises to call and meet up with Michael when I next go jet skiing.
As soon as I got home I made sure to check that Jack hadn’t burnt some part of the house down, that my dog wasn’t dead, roughly cleaned the kitchen, then went to the toilet.
12:00pm I was face down on my pillow, hidden under the covers from the damn daylight, with my cloths hazardously dumped on the floor.
I didn’t emerge till 6pm.
Overall, it was just nice to see Cassi.
I’ll see what I can do about getting some pictured of Michael for you lovely ladies. No use in depriving you, now is there.
*hugs you all*