WELCOME TO MY VENTING.

Sometimes, I just need a break. From the outside it may look like I'm doing nothing - I haven't got my licence, I haven't been studying properly for uni, I don't even go to class regularly ... but right now, I feel like I'm pushing myself to the absolute limit. I can't fucking take it. I feel like everything is inadequate. But nobody knows about the things going on inside my head.

I don't have enough time. Assignment after assignment. I need fucking room to inhale and exhale.

Yes, I have to work. Yes, I understand I need the money. Yes I understand this is nobody's fault and I am just incapable.

Incapale of coping, incapable of not whinging.

Argh why can't good things happen to good people. I want J to win the lotto so he can stop stressing about monetary problems all the time and fucking buy the things that make him happy. I want K to find someone that will love her and appreciate her for the things that make her special. I want my parents to be happy with me. I want work to be happy with me and not give me a fucking warning for getting 74% on mystery shop.

I want a thank you. I want a nice night where I can just be me.

Em


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jimmi;

Yes yes i know emily has tried to resume her blogging only because she wants to steal the new limelight i have gotten from my crack induced rants...but i still love that fish.
Anyways I have come to the conclusion that i need to detox. After months of living out of a suitcase and endless partying has taken a toll on my body and my mind not to mention waking up in an emergency room with a tag around your wrist that says unknown really makes you rethink your life choices.
So thus, no more self destructive hobbies, no more alcohol, crack, meat and especially no more girls. But unfortunately for me I am stuck working at events that have all of those things, yes you crack heads, im talking about Festivals.

Tis summer, the time you have been waiting months for, you have to figure where all of your hard earned dosh goes and grab mums credit card and buy your tickets quick before they are on ebay for 3 times as much. You are still shaking off last years come down but you think Its going to be the best time of your life, seeing your favourite bands play, plenty of what you think are std free girls around and sizzle and rack flowing the fair grounds like a fucking river. However what will really happen is you are going to be too trashed to even make it to your bands set, you are going to walk around the showgrounds like a fucking invalid, your mouth gurning like a mofo and your skin burnt pink while you lay sloshed on the ground covered in dirt. Even after all of this, you can't wait to do it again next year....hahaha its quite hilarious how we just love to fuck ourselves up, but hey this is a junkie taking.
There are redeeming features of festivals though, i haven't heard the phrase "I Love You" used so many times in one place, all of the platonic love affairs and bromances explode when you take ecstacy haha.

Don't really know where i was going with this.




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jimmi;

To my loyal readers i am back from the crack den that sparks my inconceivable thoughts.
First of all i would like to wish everybody a happy new year and may their slates be wiped cleaned to make room for the new mistakes of '09 to blemish.
Moving on to more important matters..blow up dolls. Apparently there's a guy in Cairns being labeled the 'Blow Up Doll Rapist'. What he is doing is breaking into sex shops stealing a blow up doll and inflating the sex doll and making sweet sweet plastic love to it in the alley behind the shop. After this is done he done he would do what any normal man would after a sexual encounter, ditch the girl by using a stock standard excuse such as "I have a rocket to fly" or "I need to get back to my wife".
So lets say this guy was married, is he technically cheating on his wife with these plastic vessels of dirty sex? These dolls are not sentient, thus he is merely making love to an oversized condom, however the japanese have developed a doll which is robotic. So this animate being still lacks the general thought of what the hell its purpose is, which is mainly to satisfy the married men who cant get any off their headache prone wives. Thus the pure purpose of these machines is to provide sexual gratification to whom married men are deprived from and thus it is cheating. Many would disagree with me here that making love to a lifeless doll isn't cheating, but i look in disgust. Not to their ignorance to the situation but the fact there are guys out there getting off to a plastic lookalike of a dollar prostitute you could find on the streets of Kings Cross.
Obviously their cognitive skills are severly impaired or their fetishes for plastic simply transcends my train of thought.
Either way...thats gross motherfucker!




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jimmi;

This rant has been put off long enough, yes it is time to finally attack the monstrosity that is the Twilight series!
First of all, yes i have skimmed through some of the pages of these really shitty books so i have standing for my hate rants! This is for all of those poor innocent bystanders who have to listen to teeny bopper girls squealing about how good the series is and how hot and idealistic Edward Cullen is.
To begin with Twilight is just a shit story. Ok so what you have a teenage girl with self esteem issues who has to deal with the trials and tribulations which is high school. That there is the most original back story ever, like seriously give Stephanie Meyer a fucking medal or a muffin for her huge heifer ass (we will get to that later). Then surprise surprise she meets an incredibly attractive guy, oh and yeah hes a VAMPIRE. Like ohmigawd really? Then 300 chapters later some dude comes and kidnaps the girl for no apparent reason and as always the strapping young vampire must rescue this fucking boring damsel in distress. And cue unnecessary sequels!

Secondly the characters are the most two dimensional and stereotypical characters ever written. Not only is this a banal love story but the characters seem to have no depth to them at all. Bella is an insecure, self loathing and useless damsel in distress who for some reason beyond my comprehension decides to stick with her cocky dickhead vampire boyfriend.

Also now this book has become an international phenomena. Meaning this size 18 print book without any discernible morals will now be the new To Kill a Mocking Bird of the 21st century, meaning this shititure will be taught in schools, just wait the average national IQ is desperately drop in the next few years. Now the worst has happened, the series evolved into a Film. So, the next generation of young women are currently flocking to see a female lead starring in a movie by a female director based on a bestselling book by a female author, and in this movie the main character wants to become completely submissive and self-sacrificing for a male. So much for centuries of woman's suffrage.

Now to him, the very troubled Edward Cullen. Okay ladies HE IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER.
Hes not going to save your pathetic ass anytime soon because he is a made up motherfucker. Even so he is riddled with textbook daddy issues and is a closet homosexual. He does not exist and even though we do have people have manifest some of his qualities none of them will ever talk to you because you are a boring and insecure bitch.

Now Twilight is the product of a unpopular fat girl's pathetic daydreams get written down and published into a bestselling book. So to rectify this problem i think when we see a fat girl with a pen, slap that motherbitch out and give her a muffin instead.

Bring on the hate mail, this needed to be said.


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The above are a collection of photographs I have taken over the past few weeks. Thought you guys deserved some pleasant imagery rather than hate filled text for once.

The rest of the photos can be viewed from my website http://astarphotos.blogspot.com/

Enjoy

Jimmy x


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jimmi;

Lately I have been going on alot of photoshoots, which is good because it occupies my mind and it gives me time to collaborate with the other COFA kids. Anyways whilst i am on these shoots which are done in semi public areas, I get my fair share of spectators....no thats too polite lets refer to them as BoneHeads.
Now these Boneheads are the kind of guys who not only stare relentlessly at the poor scantily clad models but come up to me with suggestions on how to better the photoshoot, such as to make the models strip nude. These horny morons aside there was one character that gave me the heebeejeebees when he snuck up on me. It was a shoot down at Woollmooloo and he claimed he was the devil. After offering me the reward of a million dollars in exchange of a photograph of the self proclaimed Lucifer, however after i kindly declined his generous offer he started hurling profanity towards me and with the final threat of me going to heaven.
Now craziness aside what really got me thinking was the clothes he was wearing. It is those tacky fire print clothes one would by from go-lo. So it got me thinking, maybe Go-Lo is connected to the devil and their Hot Deals are actually an allusion to the fiery pits of hell. One would think that logically this would make sense, who else shops at Go-Lo? Bogans for one, ill-informed politicians and many Twilight readers are all prime examples of pure evil that shop at Go-Lo.

And on the topic of Twilight, you are the bane of my existence. Why must you be the annoying fad you are like High School Musical and Harry Potter. I wish one day you shall return to your dark and nefarious dwelling of a Go-Lo Savings bin you poor excuse for literature.




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WELCOME TO MY VENTING.

Sometimes, I just need a break. From the outside it may look like I'm doing nothing - I haven't got my licence, I haven't been studying properly for uni, I don't even go to class regularly ... but right now, I feel like I'm pushing myself to the absolute limit. I can't fucking take it. I feel like everything is inadequate. But nobody knows about the things going on inside my head.

I don't have enough time. Assignment after assignment. I need fucking room to inhale and exhale.

Yes, I have to work. Yes, I understand I need the money. Yes I understand this is nobody's fault and I am just incapable.

Incapale of coping, incapable of not whinging.

Argh why can't good things happen to good people. I want J to win the lotto so he can stop stressing about monetary problems all the time and fucking buy the things that make him happy. I want K to find someone that will love her and appreciate her for the things that make her special. I want my parents to be happy with me. I want work to be happy with me and not give me a fucking warning for getting 74% on mystery shop.

I want a thank you. I want a nice night where I can just be me.

Em

jimmi;

Yes yes i know emily has tried to resume her blogging only because she wants to steal the new limelight i have gotten from my crack induced rants...but i still love that fish.
Anyways I have come to the conclusion that i need to detox. After months of living out of a suitcase and endless partying has taken a toll on my body and my mind not to mention waking up in an emergency room with a tag around your wrist that says unknown really makes you rethink your life choices.
So thus, no more self destructive hobbies, no more alcohol, crack, meat and especially no more girls. But unfortunately for me I am stuck working at events that have all of those things, yes you crack heads, im talking about Festivals.

Tis summer, the time you have been waiting months for, you have to figure where all of your hard earned dosh goes and grab mums credit card and buy your tickets quick before they are on ebay for 3 times as much. You are still shaking off last years come down but you think Its going to be the best time of your life, seeing your favourite bands play, plenty of what you think are std free girls around and sizzle and rack flowing the fair grounds like a fucking river. However what will really happen is you are going to be too trashed to even make it to your bands set, you are going to walk around the showgrounds like a fucking invalid, your mouth gurning like a mofo and your skin burnt pink while you lay sloshed on the ground covered in dirt. Even after all of this, you can't wait to do it again next year....hahaha its quite hilarious how we just love to fuck ourselves up, but hey this is a junkie taking.
There are redeeming features of festivals though, i haven't heard the phrase "I Love You" used so many times in one place, all of the platonic love affairs and bromances explode when you take ecstacy haha.

Don't really know where i was going with this.





jimmi;

To my loyal readers i am back from the crack den that sparks my inconceivable thoughts.
First of all i would like to wish everybody a happy new year and may their slates be wiped cleaned to make room for the new mistakes of '09 to blemish.
Moving on to more important matters..blow up dolls. Apparently there's a guy in Cairns being labeled the 'Blow Up Doll Rapist'. What he is doing is breaking into sex shops stealing a blow up doll and inflating the sex doll and making sweet sweet plastic love to it in the alley behind the shop. After this is done he done he would do what any normal man would after a sexual encounter, ditch the girl by using a stock standard excuse such as "I have a rocket to fly" or "I need to get back to my wife".
So lets say this guy was married, is he technically cheating on his wife with these plastic vessels of dirty sex? These dolls are not sentient, thus he is merely making love to an oversized condom, however the japanese have developed a doll which is robotic. So this animate being still lacks the general thought of what the hell its purpose is, which is mainly to satisfy the married men who cant get any off their headache prone wives. Thus the pure purpose of these machines is to provide sexual gratification to whom married men are deprived from and thus it is cheating. Many would disagree with me here that making love to a lifeless doll isn't cheating, but i look in disgust. Not to their ignorance to the situation but the fact there are guys out there getting off to a plastic lookalike of a dollar prostitute you could find on the streets of Kings Cross.
Obviously their cognitive skills are severly impaired or their fetishes for plastic simply transcends my train of thought.
Either way...thats gross motherfucker!



jimmi;

This rant has been put off long enough, yes it is time to finally attack the monstrosity that is the Twilight series!
First of all, yes i have skimmed through some of the pages of these really shitty books so i have standing for my hate rants! This is for all of those poor innocent bystanders who have to listen to teeny bopper girls squealing about how good the series is and how hot and idealistic Edward Cullen is.
To begin with Twilight is just a shit story. Ok so what you have a teenage girl with self esteem issues who has to deal with the trials and tribulations which is high school. That there is the most original back story ever, like seriously give Stephanie Meyer a fucking medal or a muffin for her huge heifer ass (we will get to that later). Then surprise surprise she meets an incredibly attractive guy, oh and yeah hes a VAMPIRE. Like ohmigawd really? Then 300 chapters later some dude comes and kidnaps the girl for no apparent reason and as always the strapping young vampire must rescue this fucking boring damsel in distress. And cue unnecessary sequels!

Secondly the characters are the most two dimensional and stereotypical characters ever written. Not only is this a banal love story but the characters seem to have no depth to them at all. Bella is an insecure, self loathing and useless damsel in distress who for some reason beyond my comprehension decides to stick with her cocky dickhead vampire boyfriend.

Also now this book has become an international phenomena. Meaning this size 18 print book without any discernible morals will now be the new To Kill a Mocking Bird of the 21st century, meaning this shititure will be taught in schools, just wait the average national IQ is desperately drop in the next few years. Now the worst has happened, the series evolved into a Film. So, the next generation of young women are currently flocking to see a female lead starring in a movie by a female director based on a bestselling book by a female author, and in this movie the main character wants to become completely submissive and self-sacrificing for a male. So much for centuries of woman's suffrage.

Now to him, the very troubled Edward Cullen. Okay ladies HE IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER.
Hes not going to save your pathetic ass anytime soon because he is a made up motherfucker. Even so he is riddled with textbook daddy issues and is a closet homosexual. He does not exist and even though we do have people have manifest some of his qualities none of them will ever talk to you because you are a boring and insecure bitch.

Now Twilight is the product of a unpopular fat girl's pathetic daydreams get written down and published into a bestselling book. So to rectify this problem i think when we see a fat girl with a pen, slap that motherbitch out and give her a muffin instead.

Bring on the hate mail, this needed to be said.









The above are a collection of photographs I have taken over the past few weeks. Thought you guys deserved some pleasant imagery rather than hate filled text for once.

The rest of the photos can be viewed from my website http://astarphotos.blogspot.com/

Enjoy

Jimmy x

jimmi;

Lately I have been going on alot of photoshoots, which is good because it occupies my mind and it gives me time to collaborate with the other COFA kids. Anyways whilst i am on these shoots which are done in semi public areas, I get my fair share of spectators....no thats too polite lets refer to them as BoneHeads.
Now these Boneheads are the kind of guys who not only stare relentlessly at the poor scantily clad models but come up to me with suggestions on how to better the photoshoot, such as to make the models strip nude. These horny morons aside there was one character that gave me the heebeejeebees when he snuck up on me. It was a shoot down at Woollmooloo and he claimed he was the devil. After offering me the reward of a million dollars in exchange of a photograph of the self proclaimed Lucifer, however after i kindly declined his generous offer he started hurling profanity towards me and with the final threat of me going to heaven.
Now craziness aside what really got me thinking was the clothes he was wearing. It is those tacky fire print clothes one would by from go-lo. So it got me thinking, maybe Go-Lo is connected to the devil and their Hot Deals are actually an allusion to the fiery pits of hell. One would think that logically this would make sense, who else shops at Go-Lo? Bogans for one, ill-informed politicians and many Twilight readers are all prime examples of pure evil that shop at Go-Lo.

And on the topic of Twilight, you are the bane of my existence. Why must you be the annoying fad you are like High School Musical and Harry Potter. I wish one day you shall return to your dark and nefarious dwelling of a Go-Lo Savings bin you poor excuse for literature.