The Aussie Biker's College Life

love/lust:::: Lust. Love.

5 Things you love
1: Motorcycles. Yami.
2: Beer.
3: Cookies.
4: Cars.
5: CHC.

2 things you would bring with you to a deserted island
1: Laptop. Yami.
2: Beer.

love/lust:::: Lust. Love.

5 Things you love
1: Motorcycles. Yami.
2: Beer.
3: Cookies.
4: Cars.
5: CHC.

2 things you would bring with you to a deserted island
1: Laptop. Yami.
2: Beer.

Fuck their anniversary.

...I still don't even have something to say. Not going to let this go so bloody easily, dkghelrhgsgd;gehre.

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Fuck.

Going out on motorcycle.

It's only a fucking kilt.

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Arrr, a'ast, maties, for this day we scour the se'en seas for treasures unknown, terrorisin' royal fleets and flyin' our pirate flags high, gar!

Hell if I could resist.

Arrr, found this little gem* kickin' around. Gar.

Aye, Yami, my bonny lass lad, gar! Avast, for today we shall plunder that scoundrel Yoshida's mansion and commandeer one o' his ships, gar! We shall encourage his fleet t' mutiny and sail off with his ship, sa''y? We just need t' take the ol' scallywag by surprise and Bob's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt, we have oursel'es one fine ship and a whole ocean at our feet, poppet, gar! What's say you that we take off t' Tortuga for the week and fuck uni'ersity entirely? Do well, and I'll make you my Jack O' Cups.

Winter time, then. Looks like I should be stocking up on CHC.

Mechnical engineering, I did not miss you. Fuck off again.

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Steve Irwin died. From a stingray barb. One of Australia's most famous, no longer contemporary loons's gone and gotten himself killed. ...really, my money'd been on the bloody crocs to get him.

I think, in tribute, that I'll use my worst best Aussie accent today in work. And shoot someone. Kaiba, where are you?

Varon's been at work for the usual hours (8am to 5:30pm - safer to stay in work area for breaks) and can be spotted around corners (and down alleys, behind building, cars, etc.) if you're prepared to look for a Varon without spikes. His motorcycle will crop up in most places he can find a plausible excuse to park outside, e.g. mall, a couple of bars (you can be inventive with names - I'm not), grocery places (supermarkets, corner shop things?), and about his work place. If he ventures out of his work for whatever, he's probably borrowing his boss's motorcycle or car. Car's silver (I picked it out and forgot) and motorcycle's blue, for talking's sake. If anyone wants exact models, I can find. In a time-consuming process, for the car at least.

Leaving work, he walks home. Water pistol is tucked away inside jacket - black leather biker jacket. Leaves apartment thirty minutes later without the spikes to go a-hunting. Yeah. Can anyone imagine Varon with a ponytail/his hair down? I can't. :| The water gun might be a give-away, though. He's doing his best at being sneaky sneaky, rly! And no, before anyone asks. He's not wearing a jingly collar or kitten ears. And he's staying sober. Just because the motorcycle's there, Varon doesn't have to be.

And stuff. Ask questions, leave comments, something?

Finally, I have my motorcycle back.

Hours spent driving: three.
Hours spent cleaning motorcycle: two.
Hours of cleaning motorcycle that counted as working: one.
Hours of work: no idea.
Hours of sleeping through work: a few.
Minutes of break left: ten. Someone amuse me. I'll still be online pretending to be researching something even after my break ends.

Back in Japan, now renting an apartment with a really fucking ugly old witch next door. Back to working tomorrow - joy - and I need to get my motorcycle over from Australia, and soon. I'm starting to suffer withdrawl.

...and get coffee in. In fact, I should make a list of what I need to get. Then sle go and get it.

...it's going to take days to wash the sand out of my hair.

But ha, Australia. Fuck you and your bloody winter coinciding with Japanese summers. I have a tan that should last to Christmas time, when it can be topped up back home.

And I need to figure out how I get my motorcycle from Australia to Japan when I'm in Egypt. I hate walking without the liberty of a motorcycle. And having to have someone else drive. That, and find out when the hell we're due back. Anyone know?

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...no one can say Egypt isn't exciting, at least. Bloody warm too, thank God. Have a tan and ... nothing else of interest I'm particularly willing to plaster over the flist of you nosy gits.

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Surprisingly, I'm now plus one Yami. Definitely not complaining.

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For you, babe, as my Paint skills aren't up to scratch.

Melbourne destroyed Richmond by eighteen points, for anyone that cares. Which, to clarify, should be every last one of you.

Got tickets for the Melbourne vs. Richmond game tonight. I'm remembering now I've really liked the AFL. World Cup fever's over, but at least I can support Melbourne in something.

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... Lesson learned today: All those years your mother spent yelling at you for dumping jeans on the floor and leaving them there overnight? She was right; a white tail will, one day, bite you.

In other news. I went to bed at a reasonable time last night, and the possibility of a week in Queensland looms. That means a tan, and if I have to return to Japan as pale as I left, then heads will roll.

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