I’m amazed how life can flip you from moments of surrealism, to doldrums of bland, uninspiring, uniform dullness.
It was only a week ago I spent time swimming with the fishes – in a good way. Snorkeling circles around coral reefs in Hawaii, we were joined by a pod of 25 dolphins swimming calmly below. As we swam after them, these smiley creatures would periodically swim through us to the surface, take a couple of breathes of air, and scamper on down to the blue ocean depths.
Fast-forward to THIS very Sunday morning. Cloudy, rainy outside, and I’m trapped inside an appliance store shopping for a new fridge and washing machine. Should I go with the 403l v 440l fridge? What does an extra 37l get me? Who measures the inside of fridges in litres? And why? How the fuck do they measure it? Some idiot fills it with water? Really? Other than spinning more crap out of your clothes, is the extra $300 between a 800rpm and 1000rpm washing machine really worth it? What the fuck am I going to do with a free 6 month supply of detergent? Wash everyone’s clothes?
I DON’T FUCKING KNOW – JUST SHOOT ME IN THE KNEE CAP WITH A HIGH CALIBRE RIFLE.
Beer – I am sorry to hear Michael Jackson died. Whilst on the toilet, I have caught myself softly singing “Heal the World”. I’m not sure why, but its most definitely a nostalgic moment.