its really cold this morning; 4 degrees according to the mercury.
too cold to type effectively

it's all about the money
who has much and who has more
the corporations raping us
like a worn out wrinkly whore

the world is spinning
round and round
continues to turn about
all this greed and selfish deeds
causing me great doubt.

Fudge...

1400g dark cooking chocolate (preferably buttons)
75g butter
2 cans sweetened condensed milk
dash of cream (1tbs) OR
3 or 4 tbs of rum, kahlua or similar liquid.

-put it all in a glass bowl

-microwave until melted

-pour into a lined, freezer proof tray

-Refrigerate for 24 hrs

-turn it out


you know i love quoting people, so here's one from weird al yankovic

'Just eat it, yeah, eat it, yeah."

Baby, take off your coat, real slow.Baby, take off your shoes. I'll help you take off your shoes.Baby, take off your dress. Yes, yes, yes.You can leave your hat on.You can leave your hat on.You can leave your hat on.Go over there, turn on the light. No, all the lights.Come back here, stand on the chair. Ooh, baby, that's right!Raise your arms in the air, now shake 'em.You give me reason to live.You give me reason to live.You give me reason to live.You can leave your hat on!Suspicious minds are talking. That's right, they'll tear us apart.They don't believe in this love of ours.They don't know what love is.They don't know what love is.I know what love is.You can leave your hat on.You can

i'm socially happy, but psychologyically i'm a shipwreck; if you hurry the crew can be saved but the ships being bashed against the rocks.

no, that's no right. i'm also a social shipwreck, no, more of a car crash.

42-39-56 you can say she got it all

today's question:

who is 'rosie' from the song whole lotta rosie? the large woman who slept with bon as payment for her meal, and thus inspired the class acdc riff. that's the actual riff malcolm plays... a-c-d-c.

If anyone knows, reply

just been listening to highway to hell. it's fucking brillant, and cruelly ironic and painful to listen to at the same time. every single song on the album is amazing, yet highway to hell and touch to much are almost signs that bon knew what was going to happen six months later.

HIGHWAY TO HELL:

Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin i
tNobody's gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payin' my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell(Don't stop me)
And I'm going down, all the way downI'm on the highway to hell.


TOUCH TO MUCH

It was one of those nights
When you turned out the lights
And everything comes into view
She was taking her time
I was losing my mind
There was nothing that she wouldn't do
It wasn't the first
It wasn't the last
She knew we was making love
I was so satisfied
Deep down inside
Like a hand in a velvet glove

CHORUS:Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
This kind of woman's gonna drive me insane
She's got a touch, a touch too much

She had the face of an angel
Smiling with sin
A body of Venus with arms
Dealing with danger
Stroking my skin
Let the thunder and lightening start
It wasn't the first
It wasn't the last
It wasn't that she didn't care
She wanted it hard
And wanted it fast
She liked it done medium rare

CHORUS: Seems like a touch, touch too much

You know it's much too much, much too much
I really want to feel your touch too much
Girl you know you're getting me much too much
Seems like a touch
Just a dirty little touch
I really need your touch
Cause you're much too much too much


The thing about bon's lyric writing was that the words weren't the serious bit of the song. they were almost a joke.

so, next time you're using the oujia board, and bon begins to talk, you'll know that he's having a beer with satan.

choclate cake ... happy...

the tests confirm it... i'm paranoid. dr. says it's something to do with the way i was raised as a kid. so much for love and affection from my parents... they've turned me into a psycho. do you also not trust anyone? those voices in my head are telling me that everyone is out ot get me/ why are they doing this? i haven't hurt anyone. i keep my mouth shut in class becaus i get shot down everytime i speak. not speak. i get shot down before the sound comes out of my mouth. help.

if you're like me, see below...

http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/killerquiz.htm

hopefully this will answer all your questions and provide some direction in life.

there's something horribly retarded about the world.

stalin was right to limit individual freedom's. he was paranoid. in a cuntry like australia, where we're turning into a police state, a socialist revolution is just what is required to remove our asskissing prime minister and his cronies in canberra. if the revolution can be timed to occur within a few hours of ones in washington and london, then the world will become a better place.

Our primeminister, J.H, used tax payers money to buy himself tickets to the 1st test match at lords last week. that's democracy for you! my money is going to his pleasure. what happened to his money going to my pleasure? screw it! SCREW THE WHOLE FUCKING THING! this guy doesn't deserve to be in office. he is liberal, which means he supports the minority, the wealthy. if he wants not to be overthrown, he better start doing some stuff for the other 94% of the population!

to quote ozzy...

"Finished with my woman ’cause she couldn’t help me with my mind/People think I’m insane because I am browning all the time/All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy/Think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t find something to pacify/Can you help me thought you were my friend/Whoah yeah/I need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find/I can’t see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind/Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry/Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal/And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state/I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it’s too late/"


just remember, just because you can't see them, doesn't mean they're not out to get you!

there, i've had my rant for today.

going back to chocolate cake. happy...

04/08/05

Didn't post yesterday.

in an extremely jubious and boyant mood. just been in cooking, making chocolate cappuccino cakes. YUUUMMMM!!! it's a round of chocolate cake, with a dark chocolate collar, and kahlua flavoured whipped cream in the middle (DROOOOLLLL.....).

OH, I'M NOT HAPPY TODAY,


Is it just me, or is there a common feeling around that we're living in a country where the politicans are open to corruption and put the nation at risk without the concensus of the population?

If you're in australia, like me, you probably won't realise that the only reason we went to war in iraq (illegally, and subject to full UN sanctions) was because the US president dangled a big Free trade agreement carrott infront of our prime ministers nose, and he took the bait.

not only was the going to war illegal, but he did it without consulting the people who voted him in, US! America, Britain and Australia; Like Germany, Italy, and Japan in the 1930's and 40's.

end of another long day. got italian tonight from 5.30 to 8.30, so got to go prepare for that.

02/08/05

i'm currently supposed to be in catering (cooking), and have a book called secrets from an italian kitchen. i'm dro0ling!

psychology

i'm currently investigating whether there is any connection between a person's memory ability (duration, capacity) and the things that they enjoy and are good at i.e. school subjects.

Any suggestions?

02/08/2005

hello, welcome all to those who dare to (or can) read.

i live in hobart, tasmania, australia, and and 1.84m tall with chocolate brown, medium length hair and a dark, almost sadistic sense of humour.