Autumn again. Schwing. Those Autumn colours that you've come to love from the movies, the dull golds and lightly burning oranges, or the faded street-light yellows and lady-beetle spotted reds, they're everywhere. The leaves are dropping from the trees and carpeting pathways with a layer of debris that crunches underfoot when I meander my way to work in the chilled mornings. The air has a winter bite to it now, and my breath mists when I exhale. Sometimes I think I could amuse myself for hours watching my breath steam up in front of my eyes, forming ghostly shapes that dissipate into nothing and leave me staring at the fog wreathed mountains in the distance. Although they do say small things amuse small minds. Which makes me believe that all my ex's have small minds, because something small used to amuse them regularly.
My new job is jizztastically fantastic, generating a firm platform to base my I.T. career on. I'm learning loads and enjoying my time in Queenstown, which is a balance that sometimes proves reasonably difficult to maintain.
Despite my cracking new job, my thoughts are still occupied by the grandeur of travel, however; it has been firmly established that I cannot save money in Queenstown. Too many distractions. The allure of inebriated backpacker bombshells has proven expensive. I have no idea how the New Zealand economy is so poor, I'm pretty sure it should be kept afloat by my contributions alone to businesses/bars around Queenstown. Maybe they should stop using monopoly money as the currency, they need to realise their notes are worth less than a kid's board game.
So with travel dominating my conscience, Australia is back on the cards for a stint. So that I can earn some of the world's wheel spinners and get myself back on the road. Melbourne looks like a likely destination, although with my elder brother getting a sick as, mean as, cool as, mint as job in Brisbane I wouldn't mind heading to Brisneyland either. Depending on how much this winter abuses my bank balance it may even have to be a trip home to bum off the folks for the first few weeks until I find my feet and start earning millions. In any case I'll be glad to have a break from people who say Chups and Sut. Didn't really bother me at first but now it's like sticking a drill in my ear and holding it on each time I have a conversation with a local. Thank god I predominantly hang around with European's, the have sexy as sin accents. They have voices like tiny little angels playing silk stringed harps in my ear holes. These angels must live in castles of ear wax and forests of fine white hair. Dirty little sprites.
Long time since my last blog post. This one was simply due to being on call for work tonight, and having to sit in front of a computer to log calls and reset passwords and whatnot. Who knows, being on call once a week might mean I post more. Hope all you sexy daughters out there are flaunting what your mother gave you, and all you lads a gawking what they mothers gave them. Peace.
