The buttons are too small for my fingers...

After some super sleuth work worthy of a holmes novel ( mainly done by mel bel and my boss ) we found the only wallace james chester located in melbourne lives in sale and is the head of the good time dance commitee or something of the like. Sounds like a hip happenin type of guy , maybe someone of the new age type of thinkin ...and i have his phone number and address sitting in my bag.. ready to go ....

so why cant i call it

I've been bagered at work for the last week about this topic as they are all convinced that life will be alot easier if i just got all this over and done with, which is alot easier said than done
its all good for people on the outside lookin in you know..to them its just like watchin someone act out an episode of bold and beautiful. i think there waiting for ron moss to run into our workplace and shake me screaming im' not your father... im your brother ( bom -bom) ...from another mother ( bom -bom)....another mother ....from another planet ( extreme close up at my terrifeid bewildered eyes and cut to commercial) . This is all sunday night viewing for them and all though i dont doubt they want to help it's really not as simple as ringin this guy up and saying " yo homie i think you be my poppy , lets hang "

For this guy this is a pretty major deal as well , by the sounds of things he has a new young family of his own , do u think he needs mysterious phone calls from skeletons in the closet? i doubt it , theres a fairly good chance he's gonna tell me to fuck off , or just deny it all together

i dunno , but i guess theres only one way to find out .. i just gotta press a sequence of buttons ,
bah that avrail lavigne was onto somethin , why DOES shit have to be so fuckin complicated ,

ahh well

In other news melbourne cup day is at the new location of melanie and jaroods place in the berg , there will be much drinkin ,watermelon eating and bbq sheaningans but i doubt very much race watching ....fuckin horses so come one come all

hope to see you there

She's my cherry pie

Jazzcat