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Steve is going to rant.

Chapel Street is full of knob jockeys. As as I walking along the foot path, I nearly get taken out by a fashion princess on her mobile phone trying to beat the travel coming down the road. Apparently I scared the shit out of her. Was it me nearly being hit by a Toyota Camry or the fact that the demin jacket I was wearing didn't suit her green top and eye shadow. The great thing about Chapel Street is the traffic doesn't move. She had to drive past me three times.

Caught up with one of my best friends saw Sin City. Fantastic. Saw Grant Hackette. He is a tall bastard. Girl friend is stunning in the traditional sense. Not the quite of girl I would chase, but hey, some people like normality.

Kitty drops me off at my car and I walk into a over hanging bush. Ok...One branch that happened to overhanging and I copped it square in the eye. It's one of those nasty bastard Aussie bushes. All stiff branches and pointy as fuck leaves. I suppose they can be called leaves. Still hurts and that was about half an hour ago.




That's my rant. So whom is having a good time?