Welcome to the Neighbourhood

I've been meaning to earnestly start posting regularly again, as in 2012 I have turned over a new leaf and so many things have changed. But then I see what's on the other side of the leaf, and it's still just a stupid leaf.

So I decided to refrain from talking about moving to a new city. And I don't want to crap on about my dabblings with unemployment and the status of my job hunting at the risk of people think I'm being negative. Also, I avoided taking a photo of my new flat. This is partly because I don't yet have furniture, and partly because writing about it bores even myself. However, this morning I had a nice surprise waiting for me.


Yeah, I live amongst vermin. I actually felt bad for killing one of my own, because it was me who spotted him the day before, set the trap and respectfully tossed the lifeless Jerry into the bushes. In related news, these mouse traps are fantastic. I know they also make them in rat sizes. I just hope they don't make them any bigger because I will go to extraordinary lengths for peanut butter ("Peanut Butter: it's neck-breakingly good!"*).

Anyway, I'm not going to pretend like things are much different this year because they're really not. But who knows, soon I might just have to get the leaf blower and really blow things up.



*I'm not sure if Micky's cause of death was a snapped neck, as the clamp seemed to be a little further up on the top of his skull. It's just "Skull-crushingly good" isn't quite as catchy slogan for peanut butter.

Great Wide Open

For several reasons, this year is reminding me of this Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers song.


One of the best things about living in New Zealand is that the school year coincides with the calendar year, so each year from the age of five makes so much internal sense. (I realise this is a pretty crappy thing to be one of the best things about living in New Zealand but that's another subject for debate.) So yet again in 2012, I find myself staring down a completely new year where everything will be new except for the rags I wear. I'm newly graduated/unemployed and moving to a new city with no real plans for the future. What could possibly go wrong?

Also, I'm reminded of this song because I'm a young Tom Petty doppleganger and this year is promising to be so rock 'n roll - anything in the song could happen. I could get a tattoo, a job at a nightclub, a recording contract, anything. The only thing I know for sure is that I've already got the not having a clue part down.

I'm excited because I'll choose shitty and interesting over comfortable and boring every time and this year could be one of the shittiest yet.