So my dad is getting married tomorrow

Look i don’t do weddings at the best of times. I find the whole institution archaic and unless you were doing it for religious reasons – i just don’t see the point in this day and age.

I’m more of a ‘contract’ type  I think. You know – instead of marriage you go for a 5 or 10 year contract. At the end – either party can choose to renew, or walk away. No angst – no bitter and twisted hate vodoo – just an amicable contract end with provisions for division of children and assets.

Done. Heaps cleaner – little use for lawyers (always a godsend) – no obligations to spend a lifetime with one person. I mean – who the fuck invented that idea? People who lived to thirty i’m guessing.

It’s not natural to think two people will grow together, in the same direction – on the same time frame, for a lifetime. Just isn’t. Why do we expect this and why are we so surprised when so many marriages fail. Human beings are not monogamous by nature – and we get bored and restless easily – 60 years with one person – faaaaark – that is a long time!

Anyway – back to me me me and my family. Dad – married again. Yeah – that’s going to take some getting used to. And it’s not that i’m not happy for him, cause i am. No-one deserves happiness more than my dad – and if Veila brings it to him – then i know i should be celebrating.

Here comes the proverbial but.

But – to me – it’s just another reminder that mum is gone.

And even four years after she died – that still fucking sucks. All the time. Every day.

It’ll come to me later

So – we’ve had our introductions. You are the probably non existent reader – i’m the foul mouthed bile hacking newbie ‘blogger’ trying to break a 20 odd year smoking habit

habit habit habit habit habit habit habit

Stupid fucking word.

Oh look – spell checker works now. Magic.

So to clarify – i don’t smoke cigs. I’m a pot smoker. Always have been. More recently a synthetic smoker cause of course the cops had to find a way to do those random roadside drug tests – making being a regular stoner a lot harder. As if i’m going to hit anything driving at 20km/h looking for an open takeaway joint (Ha –  joint) at 3am.

I’ve got no idea how this is going to work. We may end up with 20 posts, all today – then nothing for weeks. Who knows. At this moment i’m inspired to write my shit down – but fuck, that could pass any minute now as i take a little couch nap with a bag of Doritos.

Guess we’ll just keep posting shit and see how it turns out.
Thanks for playing along.