Mutants - the spice of life!

So after 4 attempts at my password and user name, Im finally back in the blogger business. Unfortunately its far less lucrative and much less likely to turn me into the next big thing than i was hoping. Not surprisingly it only took a week and a half to forget both of these important parts of a blog update but not to worry fans, i have written it down to prevent jepardising my posts in such a way again.

So, without further adue i will fill you in now on exactly what the title of this particular blog title alludes to. Hayley - you may not want to read this next part as it has lots of big words that may confuse you such as 'Book' and 'Reading'.

Mutants. To sum up in one word. Awesome. As an educated proffessional i have recently become interested in the variations of the human form. In particular i had my suspicians about the freaks of the world which have commonly manifested themselves in the inconspicuous forms of gingas (also commonly referred to as fire crotch, carrot and my personal favourite, fanta pants). My good freind Hayley was a prime example of one such mutant who has blended in with the modern human race. So as a result of my recent investigation of these genetic fuck-ups so to speak i have some ground breaking news.(and i do beleive it will confirm many of our theories) As it turns out Gingers are in fact, mutants. It turns out that gingers lack a cruicial gene which codes for both skin pigment and hair colour. Also it was not mentioned in my book, however i concluded that this gene must also code for other aspects missing in gingers such as a soul and the ability for discretion in any situation (both of which are sadly lacking in gingers i know. Case in point, Hayley).
So in summary, as delightful and fascinating as it may be to look at, red hair is in fact of no use at all. Not a surprise really. So gingers of the world, we all know now. There is nothing left for you to do now but lather on the sunscreen and bathe in the pastey glow of your fellow freaks.

Not much else has been happening the wonderful land of pharmacising. ( similar to the wonderful land of oz but with less music and as it turns out the yellow brick road led me to motueka, not a castle. Dissappointing,) But we did get a new pharmacist recently. One word. DORK. Which at one stage someone told me meant a whales penis but i have reason to doubt my source. Seeing as i was 8 years old at the time and it was a boy in the playground who gave me this information. However, it would be handy if it turned out to be true as this man is the biggest dick you have ever met. As it happens he is from southland (invercargill to be precise) so that figures doesnt it. Biggest R roller ever. And i have recently discovered that this is NEVER funny or appropriate to tease about at work. I should have guessed, apparently work is never ever a place to have fun in any way.

Also i am endeavouring to post my first ever photo today. (Partly by popular request by hayley, partly because i found an awesome picture of caroline and a drag queen we met in dunedin when we went and partied with pip). Who also looked particularly photogenic in some of these pics.

Speaking of caroline, i recently went to visit her in Rotovegas. It stinks. Bad. But as a silver lining it is pretty good that you can fluff and no one is the wiser that your fecal coliforms (thank you philippa) are floating in their nasal passages. So the birds were singing, the sun was shining, the mud was boiling, and an old lady with dementia shat in the corridor of the medical ward. Another perfect reason i dont work in hospital. So in summary - what more could i have hoped for in a visit!! It was great!

Well i better see if i can post these pictures.. i hope this works.


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Stay tuned.. next time My new flatmate - who would want to sleep with that?