Pizzahut : Now with 20% more disease
Still sunday over here, bordem is starting to set in as I talk to one of my closest friends, Jezabell, I've relised that we've been through alot togeher. Our personalitys are what kept us close, we're both lazy, hate work of any kind and endulge in drinking copious amounts of alcohol at regular intervals. We had both gotten jobs around the same time and both had found how much working sucked. Jezabell found work at a theme park close by and I found work at the local Pizzahut. Now, you might have read some of my other comments are relised that I dont like Pizzahut. This is because when I order my pizza, I expect it without the side order of disease. If you'rve ever ordered a pizza in my area, chances are I've made it. You may want to stop reading from this point if you like eating pizza. For the 8 or so months I worked there, I remember washing my hands once. ONCE! and I scored a 100% of my hygine certificate! Think about that?! you only need to score a 70% to pass and look what im doing to get a 100%! After my second day of working at Pizzahut, I didnt eat the food again. Meat is left out unrefrigerated for hours. Food is dropped, Pizza's droped. Ive mixed the dough with cuts on my hands. Next time you order Pizza, Think dominoes.

Im only one call away....
Yes, as always ,even when something as tasty as a party is within my grasp it somehow slips away from me but something better always comes along. The day had started well, an innocent trip to the local mall which resulted in a long bus trip home. A girl from my old school was there holding hands with her 25 year old boyfriend which churned my stomach in a way I thought only Pizzahut could do. "Where do these guys pick up? " I thought out loud, " This girl couldnt be older than 14, must have picked her up at a sandbox" I said to myself, almost hopeing that he heard me. The rest of the trip was uneventful and I was becoming dissapointed that there wasnt going to be an interesting story to write. A party was planned but getting there was a major problem and it seemed out of my power to make it, this was probley one of the better things that happend that day because something greater than the prospect of drinking heavly showed up. This great incedient showed up in the form of a phone call. Holly had called me. Holly, whom i had been friends with for a few months now was a real looker. One of those girls that walks into a room and doesnt ask you to look but damands it without words. She had a prescence around her that made the gods bow down before in awe. I always loved speaking to her, she had a way of making everything interesting, we could talk for hours and nothing but my rapidly draining phone credit could stop. "What'cha doing?" she asked in a cheeky way. "mmmm, Just thinking about you all day babe" I replied, trying to keep myself atleast sounding in control of things. she laughed softly and spoke in a voice I'd probley remember for years to come, "Im realy horny Jamie". Well now, if this girl was within 50ks I would have ran to her house myself, wiped the sweat off my brow, quickly accept my award for breaking the land speed record and invited myself into her room. This however, was not the case. "Help me do something about it" she asked me. This girl could not be denied such a request but I still rather shy about the whole idea of "Phone Sex", but as she started to moan I forgot all of that and spoke to her and said whatever I could. It was truely an experience and a half. But there was still one lingering problem....... When's the next phone call?

Mango's Party V2
This isnt exactly new information im giving out here people, BUT its midnight and sleeping doesnt seem like a good option, welcome to insomnia.

It was one of those nights, the kind of night that I'd look back apon and laugh and cry at the same time. Most peoples good weekends would start in the morning, have a nice breakfast, going out with the family maybe, going fishing, this however is not MY idea of a good weekend. My good weekends start at about 6pm with a car boot full of booze and smile on my face that everyone could clearly see a mile away. The night started as it generaly would, warnings from friends, a distressed mother pleading for the saftey of her house, this was normal.

To add a twist to an otherwise repeatative night, I had to be different, dressing up like a cowboy. The hat, the boots, the spurs, the gun, the shirt, i would have fitted into a Clint Eastwood movie without a glitch. I wasnt told that the party was a dress up but I assumed that they had just failed to tell me.

I got out of the car, spurs jingly like a quick draw match in a western movie, with alcohol in hand giggling like a school girl. The night was young, I was a cowboy and the women were plentiful.

I walked into the house, alcohol in hand. My friends loudly rejoiced " Jamie?! wheres the booze?!" they said in unison. "who cares?! ive got mine!" I said as i walked past them, holding my bottle proudly like a chalice. making sure a drop wasnt wasted.

The night progressed nicely, the alcohol had its usual effects, I was invunerable, I could have faught Mike Tyson and won in my mind. I thought everyone was hitting on me, including my same sex friends, in my mind I was a god.

All the girls there were models I thought to myself. I saw one girl, she was gorgeous, I am yet to see her sober but my friends confirmed this fact for me. With my eye set on the prize I decided to try and talk to her. "heyyourrealyprettyhowboutakissorsomethinghey?" Is all that managed to come from my mouth. She was not impressed with a drunk guy with the verbal ability of a toddler and breath that was quickly becoming a fire hazard, and she quickly blew me off.

"Dont worry" I thought to myself. "The night is still young... I mean... its only.... 2am!? .. I better do something and fast"
My plan of action was far worse than I could seriously contemplate in the morning. Verbaly abuse her friend. Not a good idea Jamie. Whats that? She's willing to let it slide? And she's being realy nice to you now Jamie? What should I do? Whilst the answer is blarlingly clear at this point in time. it wasnt at that moment and more verbal abuse ensued. The look of shear horror and what she said next I would remember forever. "YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE! I WAS GOING TO HOOK UP WITH YOU?!"

What a night......
Holes in the wall? one
Empty Bottles? Hundreds
Spur marks? Thousands
Leasons Learnt? 0

Love Revisited
It was that kind of night, where nothings happend and you can hear the sound of silence over the roar of dance music. I had broken up with someone who could have quite possibly been the girl I'd end up with the rest of my life but things have a habbit of crashing and burning. You might think I'm too young to make a decision like that but then I'd say you havent experienced love. The dice of fate had been rolled and snake eyes appear to shake up my life. My ex turned up. My first reaction? RUN! But I was in a good mood, I had an extra long weekend, my bank account was looking better by the week and my favorite song was on , so instead of running i decided to see what was happening. "He fucked me over!" She told me. She wanted a hug, I was relived in a way that she came to me first. That out of all her friends, family and pets it was me she came to first. "Well what did you expect? He's an arsehole" I told her quite calmly. We talked for hours but the conversation wasnt quite right, it was the type of converation you have with someone that you dont want to offend so you dont realy give away to much or offer your true opinion just incase you step on glass so to speak. Before I knew it, it was 11pm already and my bed had stopped it usual quiet comments of how good it'd would feel to sleep, to much more direct insults like "GET TO FUCKING BED JAMIE OR ILL BURN THIS WHOLE FUCKING HOUSE DOWN!" I took the bed's sutle comments seriously and decided to call it a night. Once again the dice of fate came up snake eyes. A kiss, a simple kiss but a kiss that brought back old feelings that I had forgotten, maybe on purpose. What started as small talk had progressed to a kiss.... now 2 kisses.
FUCK! I screamed, ratherly loudly, she heard me and turned towards her car as I muttered to myself how stupid I was. The Bed had lied, sleep did not come for hours.....

A going away present... For me
I think when we start at a new school or workplace we all have our periods of arkwardness. This is the time where you find out who are your real friends, who are the people you will hate and the people you will end up falling for. This period lasted longer than I thought it would when I started at my old school. I had moved from NSW and I wasnt sure what to expect. I made friends quickly but these were not the people I would end up becoming life long friends with. These people, strangely enough, turned into the people I would abuse verbaly and physicaly till the day I left. But, during this arkward stage there were some interesting storys. One of which was the day one of my friends left to go to NSW. We werent very close but we got along pretty well. To celebrate such an occasion she had a party. Her perants being strict insisted that the party was held early in the day till the early evening. "This is going to be the lamest party I will ever attend in my life" I thought to myself and I shared this thought amongst my friends at the time. I was unsure it I was going to attend an event with such a horrible outlook. I showed up at the party in the early morning, horribley drunk and wreaking of alcohol. I composed myself as best I could and entered the party. Only a few people where there so far but I began to socialise quickly. My current ex as there. She was dressed as an angel, the combonation of whisky, tosterone and her short skirt made her irresitable. We had broken up only a day before but she seemed more than interested as she hastefuly sat on my lap and whispered a few things into my ear. I began to finger this girl and Mango ran quickly outside to get a better look at all of this. We were both young, I dont blame him. Since this was happening infront of a building audience I thought somewhere more private like up against the front door was a better option. Things began to get abit more serious than that as I dragged my angel into a room, her halo quickly falling to the sidelines, trampled under the notions of oral sex. She began to give me head and as I orgasmed she failed to catch all of my cum in her mouth, leaving a few to many drops to hit my shirt. "FUCK!" I yelled with the little amounts of strength I had left. "Dont worry, I'll fix it" she said quickly as she retreated and came back with ice, of all things. She began to rub the ice across my stomach, creating a large wet patch on my shirt, masking the cum and making the whole situation less odvious. Sure, this would be a nice ending to the story but of course theres more. My angel's friend entered the room, my angel had quickly put the ice in her mouth to make it less suspicious. Now, my angels friend, Flora, was in her slutty stage of life, which seems to be an on going thing for this girl, seeing the ice my angel was sucking on, she thought it would be entertaining ( which it was ) for her to rub the ice on her nipples whilst my angel felt her up. Now, if you think about this right now, that ice she's sucking on has my cum on it. So my angel and now Flora have my cum in there mouth. Sure, this is interesting enough but theres always more. Mango, hearing my loud cheers at this sexual display unfolding infront of me, came into the room to get a look as well. He saw Flora rubbing the ice on her nipples and decided it would be a good idea to suck on the ice. Thats right, the ice with my cum on it. "Fuck, this is wrong I thought" but let him continue because I couldnt stop laughing at the whole scene. There should be more day time partys.