I fell into a burning thing of fire

Today, I ate a sandwich

So today, I went to Subway for lunch. I chose to purchase a Subway Club, foot-long on Italian Herbs and cheese (it was either that, or white). I elected to have it fresh, not toasted, and had the sandwich artist adorn my sandwich with Cheddar cheese, avocado, lettuce, tomato, onion and cucumber. To top it off, an adequate amount of Honey mustard sauce and salt & pepper were applied to the sandwich, whereupon it was cut into two approximately equal lengths, wrapped and placed into a bag, along with a cookie that I had decided would be rather appropriate to consume as well.
After paying for my purchase, I selected a seat and sat down to eat. I enjoyed that sandwich. It was delicious. After consuming the sandwich in whole, I composed a tweet, and posted it. It is shown below:

I thought I would (try to) be humorous in posting this, as this is a bit of a habit of mine - trying to be humorous. This often doesn’t work all that well, but admittedly, despite my best efforts, there are occasions of brilliance. I thought that this was a particularly good effort, especially considering the recent events in a certain political party in the country.

So as I casually drove back to work (I was on my lunch break at the time), I stopped in at a local petrol station. These guys do a pretty good coffee, and I was keen to sample their wares once again. As I sat waiting for my coffee to be ready, I noticed that I had a reply to my tweet not 10 minutes prior. It is shown below:

Clearly, it seems that my effervescent follower had also taken note of the recent events of a particular political party and decided that Twitter would be the best platform to let me know of his displeasure of the inner machinations of said party, or even what the leader of said party thinks/believes, of which I have no control over.

I thought that the mention made at the end of the tweet (GROGParty) was rather odd. After a little research, I found out a few things about it. As it turns out, despite the name, no alcohol appears to be involved, although with the stance they appear to be taking, anything could be possible. This disappointed me, as I would have been rather interested in a grog party.

It seems that my follower breathes the air in Queensland - a state known for it’s out and out hate of Gillard, due to no small part of events taking place in 2010, when their precious deity fell out of favor of those within the party which he claimed to lead, and was thus rumbled for the leadership. Whipped into a frenzy by some others within the parliament, Queensland got their hate on, and aimed it squarely at Gillard and most people within the party who backed her for the leadership, despite there being no actual vote for it, and Rudd deciding that the best way he could save face across the board (both within the party and the general public) would be to stand aside and allow Gillard to take the leadership. But I digress. To get back to the point, my follower is a Queenslander, with a hate-on for Gillard the size of Texas. (The state in the USA, that is, as it is much larger than Texas, QLD, which is just a town.)

As I sat there, waiting for my coffee, and the oddity of the mention hit me. This “GROG Party” has obviously been set up by some group of conservatives. The conservatives in the country appear to be hell-bent against gay same-sex marriage as a subject in the whole. According to my follower, Gillard stands in the way of my intention to gay marry my sandwich which I had consumed, and thus take a stance on the issue not dissimilar to that of the major group of conservative and right-minded thinkers within the country, yet they still want to “get rid of her.”

Now, I can understand that not everything a particular person or party does will be accepted with grace by the population as a whole, but surely, taking a stance similar to that of your own would mean that they can’t be entirely bad? Clearly, I am mistaken.

Yet, through all of that, here I was thinking that the only thing standing between me and my gay marrying my sandwich was, as I mentioned in my tweet, the simple fact that I had eaten my sandwich.

My head. It is full of fuck

So I went to a wedding last weekend.

It was…nice.

Ok, truth be told, it was ok. I mean, the guy is really nice - he is after all my girlfriend’s brother - but the bride…well, I simply cannot stand her. Not one bit.
She causes drama after drama. She is self-centred to the extreme. She is the downer to everyone’s happy times.

Her dress on the day was a low-cut back dress, the “V” of which stopped just above where her arse would be. It was 1/2 to 1 size too big for her. She was trying to go for an Audrey Hepburn look, but failed miserably.

Apparently, I did something to upset the groom on the day, but can’t for the life of me figure out what. I mean, come on! This was a week ago, and SHE’S bringing this up with me about some perceived problem I have with the groom? Damn!

All of this on top of my inner debate of starting a new blog and posting screen grabs from facebook and commenting on them here rather than facebook - there are simply somethings that I do not say on facebook that I feel like I would be able to say here.