Tullamoronic: the idea that selling Citibank credit cards at the airport is a positive life choice ( Read more... )

For keeping outdated sideburns I am brave ( Read more... )

It is with great sadness that I announce the death of the joke(s) contained in the previous entry of this Live Journal.

Born into much promise, the entry A Plea, never fully lived up to its expectations. As is customary in such cases, society was immediately blamed ( Read more... )

Isn't it strange how things change with time ( Read more... )

Dear Uncle Toby,

I write to you with respect to the disappointing current unavailability of your Original Formula Swiss Natural Muesli, my favourite breakfast fare ( Read more... )

Inside my jeans you live ( Read more... )

So according to the doctrine that is my Livejournal friends list, I have been “tagged”. No, this does not mean I have been spray painted with some kind of ghetto logo, nor does it mean I will beep when I go through the doors at Kmart. This is one of those tags where the tagger forces the taggee to divulge twenty secrets about themselves. Wish I’d ( Read more... )

Dear Mr. Howard,

As per your request I am writing to you with my list of suggestions for bettering this great country of ours. It was great meeting you last week, and I am honoured to have been offered this forum to impact on the development of our society.

Firstly, please outlaw the surname From-Big-Brother. If you are not good enough to have a ( Read more... )

The other week I met someone who has a life coach. Named Leonie. Obviously, this is an interesting concept, but not one which surprised me as I was at the Melbourne Hilton on the Park, a house of splendour and renaissance since 1997. Leonie is given financial restitution for telling my acquaintance how to live her life, how to be happy, and how to ( Read more... )

Mother’s Day was first celebrated in 1883, four months after the invention of breakfast in bed. It came into popularity during the early 1900’s at the same time as the development of the mass-produced combustion engine. It was thought by celebrating femininity and motherhood one day per year, the remaining 287 days (as was the calendar of the time ( Read more... )