I'm doing 14 things
I’m still trying to love you more and more sweetheart, you’ve been my rock over the last year. Let’s get fucking married already!
oxy's Life List
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1. love Karol more
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2. be less selfish
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3. develop my ethnobotanical garden
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4. drink more milk
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5. roadtrip around Australia
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6. go to jail
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7. get me gun licence
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8. get my boat licence
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9. buy an investment property
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10. fix the garden
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11. start a PhD
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12. go to europe for a honeymoon
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13. get married
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14. ride my pushbike more
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How I did it
It made me
cream my pants 
How I did it: 1. Buy a shitty old bike 2. Get a few lessons so at least you know the importants like how the gears and throttle work and road positioning and where to put petrol in the bastad etc3. Screw any further lessons and teach yourself in carparks and abandoned streets - heaps more fun and free of charge! Read how I did it…
It made me
How I did it: Buying a motorcycle, in retrospect, was the easiest part of the the equation. Convincing all my loved ones that I wasn't going to kill myself and that bikes are dangerous but I bought all the necessary safety equipment and I swear i won't speed except on the freeway after we have a blue and i need to get it out of my system and yes i bought it dirt cheap because i totally anticipated spending 3 g's just fixing up the gearbox and i need to… Read how I did it…
Recent entries
It is physically, financially, Anita spatially and time-wise impossible to buy back the HQ wreck. Rita I relegate this wreck to some lucky fucker who has more of the above four qualities to bring back the ‘woody to its former glory. Many good Jane memories were attached to that car, may it rest in piece and may bad luck and many painful STDs be landed right on the head of the Hessing bitch that crashed into me and took the HQ out of commission. Whorebag slut, go fuck your self you dirty wog skank.
This job sorta fell into my lap, which is neato cos I can never be assed finding a job in the first place and once I have one (no matter how shitty) I usually stay in that job for a while simply because I cannot be fucked finding a new one. Anyway, in relation to my course I have to do 500 hours work experience, and the unit coordinator rang up some pharmacies and arranged job interviews for a bunch of students. Even though somehow there was a pubic hair on my CV (which the head pharmacist proceeded to pick off as soon as he recieved it), I managed to get the job and started working last Monday.
I like this job actually, I feels like a keeper as it forces me to become more outspoken as I deal with customer all day.
