Daily-Column

I closed my Commonwealth Bank account today. It just wasn’t a working relationship anymore. Something had changed, and I’d moved on - specifically, I’d moved on past uni and now there was a constant payment that had to be made. And there was just so little interest from them that I couldn’t help but feel ignored and abused. In fact, I’d been two-timing for a while, making a relationship with another, who was much more interested in me. The last couple of months though, I’d been triple-timing, with yet another promising me everything CBA had decided they’d take away from me. And more! ...

While I’m at it: “Once you pop, you can’t stop” - everyone knows that one, right? Well I tested it. And you can - indeed you have to - stop, lest you die of salt-poisoning.

After 5 years of driving, finally, I am licenced with no conditions! I can finally peel off that P plate which has been clinging to my car window for 3 years straight! I can hire a car! I can… drink before driving! (no, I kid, I kid, don’t drink and drive kids) I’m no longer going to be counted in the P plate statistics! No more tests! (NSW makes you do a test on the way out of P plate) ...

Three weeks and I’m off to London. For 6 whole months. I’m still not sure I’m ready… I’m still not sure I know what I’m getting myself into. Yikes. I’m flying business class, by the way. Just thought I’d toss that in.

Twisted ankle, again. Playing basketball, again. First game of the day, again. D’oh. Not my fault this time! At least the other guy felt my whole weight coming down on his foot. Take that, bastard! Serves you right for sticking your foot under mine. *grumbles*