Fall Out, separating the numbers from the individuals since 1968

Sometimes I pimp the Prisoner and I’m not sure. This time I knew this person would fucken love it, but then again she’s not seen Fall Out yet. That’s make or break

Moody

There are joys in my life. Getting new comics and pimping them out to others, having nights out with work colleagues, seeing the girl at work with the mischievous smile and watching Californication every Monday night with a bottle of red wine.

Iron Fist

The week I’ve had was filled with tiny pieces of awesome that made one big tower of awesome. Little moments of cool where I found people know me, but I can still surprise them. I am going to be a union delegate at work, I want more to do at a place I love and from my decision to be a voice I found respect, love and a totally new set of balls. I’ve had criticisms this week as to how I am from a person I respect and comments from others who can kiss my ass. Ultimately I am what I am and the people who dig me and I dig back they know what I’m like and don’t give a flying shit. There’s how I appear and what I’m really like and the people who know the difference are the people who are the awesome sauce. I don’t consider myself disrespectful. I am compassionate I respect the people I like. The way I choose to express myself is a way to keep acquaintances as acquaintances and the ones who look past a dirty word and innuendo have always been the ones that are with me for the long haul. I’m seriously shocked how well liked I am at my place of employment and every chance I get I pay back that love with a joke, a kind word or an awesome gesture. I am Luke Sims I say what I like and I do what I can and what I can do is bring the heat and the awesome sauce and I get it back in spades. I will raise a glass to those people who inspired me to grow a major pair of balls, the people who want to get hammered with me, the ones who see through my mask. I’m not in any way ashamed or embarrassed about who I am and those that are can read the badge. Life is good.

Easy Peasy

Making excuses for a minute to talk to someone. I feel childish, but it makes me happy. I’m a master of this.

Suddenly…..

Alright I’ll admit it! I like someone in this damned city I call home, the thought of seeing her on a near daily basis makes me smile and we have so much in common I think I’m imagining her. I do however feel a bit hesitant, I usually fuck things like this up.

It certainly makes my last piece (the one I’ve not put up here yet) seem redundant.

Haze-L

At my work you can find someone with ANY interest you have. A-N-Y.

Fuck I love that.

DIY

Woke up did the usual routine and was restless as hell! Get to the city got the next Constatine trade paper back then made a bee line for Errol street and  thought I’d burst. Started plotting, read some comics and had a latte before work. At work while waiting for someone to agree to do a crappy survey tore out what I’d done and replotted till I was satisfied. Caught up on surveys so I wasn’t behind then arranged for drinks with a very cool lady for this Wednesday.

Dancing like a happy loon ensued and decided nah no drinks tonight, I was taken for mad.

Suicidal Grand Mothers, Comics books, rollin, and chillin at the mother fucken SRC.

The days are tumultuous, feelin up and down, goin through some bad shit and also enjoying so much good shit. The last couple weeks are a mish mash of messed up crazy and through out all of it I’m good. Yup good as mother fucken gold.  No bitchy whinyness, very little (but never entirely absent) woe is me shit, no complaining, I love all my dawgs at work and feel the love back. I’ve finished some pieces finally! I’m constantly reading cool mind blowing shit all sweet sweet comic book nectar. Nothing touches the mediums imagination. I also might maybe very be kinda interested in someone who doesnt live a million miles away. Taken the Michness to the Camberwell fair tomorrow. There is probably more, but the gist of this drunken rant is that a year ago or maybe even less than that, the stuff goin doin with Nan would have broken me, but I’m livin large baby oh so very large.

When bad shit goes down go out and make you’re own awesome sauce.  Put that on a fucken t-shirt.

Mixed bags

Call me bad but I’ve stopped asking about Nan’s wellbeing. If she’s getting betterI’ll be told and vice versa. I find I have some things of my own to work through.

Ahh women, as much as I’m into a couple of them in good ol Melbourne and one may be interested back, I’ve still got those feelings for the girl up north. I feel it’s holding me back from going for it.

The City and I are back on good terms, there’s no hate. I often wish however the buildings I saw everyday were different.

Despite the work at work being crap, I have become very attached to the place. The people there make it bareable, but I hate not being able to just sit around and talk to them for hours on end.

Despite what I said about Nan above I’m still plagued by those 10 minutes and visions of her laying on the ground all fucked up.

Life has become a crazy mix of good and bad, which is no different I guess from any other time except they seem more intertwined than balanced.

Curbs

A girl at work said I reminded her of Richard Lewis in Curb You Enthusiams which has prompted me to give the show a proper watch and yup she’s kinda right. Suit with chucks on. I’m looking forward to seeing him more in the show.

Another thing about Curb is its damn awkwardsness makes me cringe, I have to keep pausing it.