hey everyone hows things? i bet no f***er actually bothers to read this anymore. anyway if you didnt know its my birthday today. n i only have 1 card from my good friend ang. thank you ang. anyways ill quit moaning.

so on st pat's day we decided to go on the jet boat around sydney harbour n decided not to be poofs and not wear ponchos, as you do. little did we know, 10mins before getting on the boat there would be torrential rain. by the time we actually got off the boat i looked like a drownt rat n have been suffering a cold all week cos of it.

that night we decided to go to scruffy murphy's, what better way to spend st pats night with a bunch of wasted irish people. was a good laff n i met a new pal, her name is marie n shes from edinburgh. nothing exciting happened that i can remember.

my flatmates have come to war on the state of the place. james finally went mental at wayne (the messy f***er) n complained bout how hes sick of having to buy take away cos no one can cook in the kitchen cos its disgustin. tim has already moved out and james i think will be next. thankfully ive only got around 6 weeks left before i move out myself. so things are a lil uncomfortable at home. what possessed me to move in with 4 blokes ill never know.

on friday night went to this brazilian night/traffic light party with chrisse, james n my irish fella, conor. which was such a laugh. just incase you have a look at my photos and wonder what the hell my mate is wearing. drank way too much as usual and spent half of sat in bed n the rest getting toasted on bondi beach.

last night was the funniest night of my life. we went to the c*** n bull (our local irish bar) for grub n when we heard the live band on we thot we'd hang about. so were sitting away minding our own business when this steamin guy comes over to talk to us. chrisse stupidly tells him its my birthday in a few hours and then he starts telling us he's a stripper. so us being evil b****es that we are encouraged him (not that he needed much encouragement) and he got up and started taking his clothes off. we were pissin ourself. until he actually pulled off his pants and flashed his k*** to the entire pub n then he covered it up with his hat. everyone was pissing themselves. poor bloke was flung out by the bouncer. it was definately a birthday ill remember.

anyways other than that i dont have any gossip. hope everyone is well and ill speak to you soon. and see some of you very soon. am dying to jack in my job n go backpacking. it aint coming quick enuf. looking forward to seeing all my vistors.

take care, pammy x