My Manifesto: The Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman

I'm now in "the city", by the city, I mean, the only city in Australia - no melbourne and brisbane don't really count, infact they count so little that they rarely deserve a capital letter for their name.

I'm living in Greenwich (ok so it's really the 'burbs, but it's still close enough to "the city" that for all intensive purposes I'll call it the city). Unfortunately, or fortunately, whichever way you want to look at it, I'm working in the areshole of the earth - Seven Hills.

Seven Hills is the type of place that you can go to the shopping centre at lunch time and the people will be wearing pajamas, because apparently, that's acceptable shopping attire. The good thing is that it takes me 20 minutes to get to work because I go against the traffic, the reverse direction would take me about 2 hrs. It would suck to be a westie.

There's this really cool coffee shop down at the Rocks that does a breakfast for like $11.90. Sure, your choice of food is limited to the following:

-eggs: fried or scrambled (i chose fried, it was fried in a light olive oil, not your usual fatty fried shite);
-italian sausages;
-tomato;
-toast;
-rocket;
-baby spinach; and
-coffee of your choice.

But let's face it - it's $11.90 which is Ok by me.

Come visit me! I have views! and come this Saturday I'll even have a bed to sleep on!