Jesus has returned, but so has the devil.

 Jesus came back.  Yep.  He’s been in India.  Oh, yeah, Jesus is actually my friend by another name but we called him Jesus for a long time because he was one of the first guys to grow his hair long and have a beard.  Probably because he’s a couple of years older and the other guys didn’t have facial hair down just yet.  

Anyway, he had drinks at the pub on Monday, and I turned up.  Which was a risk for me because since he and Omar have broken up (like probably almost a year now) I’m not sure if there will be anyone at his stuff that I can talk to.  But I ended up talking loads with Jesus and a couple of other people.  One was a guy that I never realised knew so much cool stuff about naturally occuring psychadelic fauna in Australia.  The other is Boris, who I met at drain parties and afterwards randomly turned up at my house to make extremely loud noise art with my flat mate which was sort of a weird coincidence. He has added me to facebook so I hope now we shall progress from casual acquaintances to acquaintances who invite each other to gigs and bushwalks.  He’s a tad socially awkward, like me, which I like.  Although maybe I should not hang out with socially awkward people if I really want to stop being so painfully awkward.

So it was weird but my Monday night was quite a bit nicer than my usual routine of watching SBS until I fall asleep.  The weekend just gone I had three different options to go to, all within walking distance in the city and instead I stayed home making a cubby house for the Palex because I’d been to Ikea that day and it had made me uber-obsessed with designing the ultimate kid’s room.  Super lame.  But Monday night made up for it.

On the homefront, Jones is still insane.  Quite literally mentally ill.  Something about the devil is out to get him.  I’m partly just tired of this shit, which he moans about but has no intention doing anything about, but I’m also …. I don’t know how to describe it.  I guess it’s getting me down.  Things were going so well and it seems as though he just felt like he had to go fuck it up again.  And one minute he’s all crawly and whatever, the next he’s a total arsehole.  From my experience with a few people who’ve had mental problems at some point, it seems crazy people aren’t just crazy – they treat everyone around them like shit too.  

Fuck crazy people.  Put them on the same iceberg as the old people and let them float away.  One big bobbing ice cube of stupid people babbling about evil spirits and age pensions.  See ya later Jones!  Enjoy the elderly and penguins!  I’m going to buy that loft bed from Ikea I like and live in a studio apartment  in Glebe and I’m going to burn your stupid posters, you fucker!  Enjoy your icy grave, douchebag!