Katoomba

This Motherf*cking Virus

Week three of another lockdown and I’ve started writing a work of kinda-fiction, because why not. Also part two of the months post, because the other one got stuck and I can’t be arsed fucking ’round with it when contining in a new one is, easier.

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Queen of the Hive

This months post will not be all about her but really, she’s pretty engaging: though I’ll use words like “Cute” and “Feisty” as descriptors for Amanda, she’s more complicated than that – the reason she’s central to the plot recently is that she’s central to the cleaning.

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“You’re a good boy..”

Maybe a tiny bit patronizing, sure, but sheโ€™s lovely: both supervisors love me, which is all that really matters when you’re boxed in a site with someone day in and out so really, the people I want to love me already do and the only ones who don’t are those I haven’t spent time with or the few boring ones who have no personality anyway – the grinners.

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No wait, hang-on, fuckit..

I’m still exhausted and it’s Monday tomorrow: maybe because I’ve not done anything yesterday or today dunno, but the school disco was on Friday afternoon so there’ll doubtless be even more work than usual.

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Goodbye Katoomba!

It’s genuinely too hot lately to give a shit and I figured out what I hate most about hot weather: you never, never get to just feel fresh for a day when it’s hot – the moment you wash yourself you’re sweating again and washing your clothes is almost pointless but you’ve still gotta do it to eliminate the filth and stink.

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Time to get MOVING again! โ„

The days grow icy again and fog blankets the town as Autumn tapers out into my fifth or sixth winter here, which makes half a decade in Katoomba – give or take. Also I’ve agreed to a short training course immediately followed by a land-care volunteering ‘position’,

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Fuckin…

Mm I do very little this month, so clearly the ‘show’ hasn’t gone on yet though I do start making myself doodle a pretty drawing or two, still managing to find time to send abusive texts to my uh, ex-ex girlfriend. Don’t know how I manage to fit it all in..

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Tortas Portuguesa ๐Ÿ’

New year’s happens again, I get chatty with a Brazilian chick and start learning bits of choppy portugues and take a temporary cleaning job as the contract comes to an end.

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Deixe os cรฃes dormentes ๐Ÿ•

While walking back from town ther other day, I come across this baby dog running around the middle of the road. The puppy ran up to me, I was dumb enough to pat her and here we are: in my unit together. Very irresponsible thing to do for an ordinary, common-as-shit kelpie pup.

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Outing #48: And another

I grow attached to a dead parrot that’s slowly decomposing, a cleaning of Junction 142 of junkie filth, no visit to the rainfirest in over two weeks now and an ever expanding collection of attractive female friends sees me finally not so nervous talking to beautiful women which was all I ever really needed to do to begin with,

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