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I just made myself a bowl of tomato soup from the selection of five campbells soup cans my mother presented to me last time she visited.
Among the groceries there was also a bag of lemons (my new favourite thing to eat), 1 pack of instant indian rice and lamb, 1 packet of garlic pappadams, 7 cans of tin tomatoes, travel size vegemite and a $10 KFC voucher.
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| more leather daddies please. |
[01 Jun 2003|05:13pm] |
Saturday was me and Tom's (electronic_arm) big gay night out.
We kept it local and shared beers, cigarettes, and intense secrets! Also peanuts that were available in the buckets (for free) at the laird.
Both of us were on the prowl, though there was not a whole lot of talent. Tom found a bearded bulky bear and me a Gus from Architecture in Helsinki look alike. I wouldve given him the eye (and tried many times) but his baseball cap covered the top quarter on his face the whole night. The Beer was expensive at the Laird and The Trade bar, but cheap at the Peel, which was of course the worse of the three options. At the bar though I was confronted by a small man in his mid forties asking me if I wanted to see his crop top. I replied "Maybe later," but in 10 minutes later I saw him leaving.
I enjoyed our time at the Laird though, which was our last stop. It is a Mens only bear pub on the wrong side of town. I didnt fit in very well, which I guess was kind of humorous - yet didnt get me any attention. The plan was to go to the Prince night at Bourgies bar and was decked out accordongly but I ended up ditching the plans to spend some quality gay time. It was gay oclock all night and I was the cuckoo bird with my booty popping in and out! Do you love that image?
I have also decided that I have a type of man that I like to go for now. Smaller, same body frame as me, and maybe even younger (sometimes). Needles to say there were none at this establishment - (except for GUS) only hardcore leather daddies and moustrous bears with titties and pecks. Not even any cubs! Tom tells me that Saturday is older mens night and friday attracts more of a younger crowd. Make sure to go on Friday nights.
Today I was woken up at midday by Tom phoning to see how the rest of my night went. Then I went over to his place and we cooked breakfast! Bacon and tomato and baked beans and spinach and haloumi and pide. We watched a film with Parker Posey in it and hung out on gaydar, trying to set up a date up for tom.
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| Pictures of me in the magazine |
[17 Apr 2003|08:43am] |
Hi everybody,
I would just like to inform you all that I, Alex Viviano, am featured in the new May issue of womens magazine, MARIE CLAIRE. Page 50. Do you love it?
I am taking part in an article entitled, "Would you eat sushi off the body of your naked lover?", or something to the extent of that. There is a full coloured photo of me in there too, crouched over the naked body of my partner (Kiera - we have been dating for a year. What you didnt know that?) on the verge to select some sushi from her cooch.
My favourite part of the story was the caption above the photo which read, "The only way Kiera could get Alex to eat sushi was by providing her naked body as the platter."
The whole article in itself is made up of complete lies. Much like my life I suppose. My fathers favourite was the line about the pizza hut by candle light and the fact they reported me as being the ripe age of 25.
In the next couple of days I will be scanning in the photo for you all to see. And, also, my mother has colour photocopied 7 copies of the article, so please, for my International readers, who wants a copy? Just leave your postal adresses on here and I will be sure to send it out to you.
xoxo Vivs.
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| Fried chicken help |
[21 Mar 2003|02:57pm] |
Does anyone know of somewhere in the city to eat fried chicken that is not a KFC or a vietnamese restaurant? The only other place I know of is in the Melbourne central Food court, and the skin there is totally non existent.
I opted for a chicken burger at KFC today instead of the normal original recipe. I'm totally so over recieving the drumstick with its grey meat and no skin whatsoever. Also, its like youve thrown crap in their face or something when you dare to advise them on what chicken pieces you prefer. Only breasts and thighs for me please!
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| NO MORE FRIED CHICKEN. EVER!! |
[05 Feb 2003|02:23pm] |
This is a pic of me in the dayz before the lethal fried chicken poisoning. I can't even go there nowadays. The smell, the grease, the way it looks under the lights and on the heat trays. Oh, it just makes me sick. Also kind of sad too. To think, come three months ago it was MY DIET. Taken in July 2002, by Miss Helen.
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| POPPERS |
[11 Jan 2003|10:15am] |
Many people have warned me about the wrath of poppers. I guess right now I need to think seriously about my addicton.
But I just love the way one sniff can clear out my sinuses and leave me feeling so open and loose and fresh. I'm usually quite tight, but when on amel i feel as if my ring is like a big gaping vagina dragging behind me when I walk around. You could fit a whole 4WD up this gash!
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| MEN ONLY |
[02 Jan 2003|04:58pm] |
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Have you had sex with me on the internet? Have you banged on with either Itsmepete2, Dan_lowhanger, SaUcEeBoiiii69, melbbrad4 or blink182lvr? My main haunt is the MSN male only chatroom, but sometimes i cyber at gaydar.co.uk. I like the notion that i dont even have to clean off my dags to get me some, or better yet : bathe.
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[04 Nov 2002|05:58pm] |
All I do all day is sit in front of the television and re watch porn and pull it and pump the air. I wonder what upstairs think? Sometimes I can hear what sounds like bed springs, so I guess they cant be total prudes.
I’m running out of shirts to use as clag rags and i can’t afford to wash them. So I’ll probably just start spilling into the carpet and rubbing it in. I can’t even scratch up enough money for white bread at the moment, let alone fried chicken from the covenient store up the road. The whole day I have only been thinking about fried chicken and chips and butter and chicken skin. It's like torture.
The KFC restaurants in Wodonga used to throw out chicken at the end of the night, but people who worked there would save it for me. I didnt even have to justify eating the watery white flesh, as I didnt pay for it. I could just rip off the skin and throw the rest over my shoulder. I think it’s vital to get up my KFC connections. Think about all the chicken that must go to waste! I need to investigate if it is thrown into dumpsters on the street or disposed of inside.
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| EVERYTHING ABOUT ME MUST GO!!! |
[18 Oct 2002|01:43pm] |
ANNOUNCEMENT:
Saturday 19th October, tomorrow, I will be holding a garage sale. THIS IS SERIOUS.
Everything I own must go. The shit I'm flogging off aint bogus or nasty. It's all cool, quality junk. I'll be outside of my house all day long from 9am to 5pm. OKAY?
THIS IS SERIOUS.
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[04 Oct 2002|05:40pm] |
Dr. Taverney broke his rib while going for a salted cracker. He lost balance and his safari shorts wearing ass slipped flat on the ground. This all happened last Tuesday. This is my grandfather I am talking about. I bet you all didn't even know that.
Have been kicking the brian wilson theme and ive been bed bound for a large portion of the day. Maybe my father was right when he said I was the laziest boy he had ever met. Even lazier then "those dole bludgers. 'Cause at least they have to get out of the house to go down to the friggin DOLE OFFICE!"
Nobody is online to talk, and I dumped all my Eboyfriends when I started seeing this new guy. So I cant hang out and pork pull and have c-sex with them. Tonight I will make caramel popcorn for dinner.
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| Do you know Alex Vivian? |
[25 Sep 2002|03:21pm] |
All this wine I have been drinking makes me think about the breath of my father, Rex. He called the other day drunk on coolabah and making some jokes about a japanese karaoke bar and whale meat that I couldnt understand.
Ive been so funny lately, but sadly have not been recieving the credit I deserve for my cracks. I was so out of control at the george w. bush show, and I thought more people would of written about me in their livejournals. Sometimes it gets tiering trying to constantly sell yourself. Wasn't it hilarious when I was throwing ice and then my whole drink at leith when he was playing? Or when I kept on accidently trying to push people down the gallery stairs?
I have found this dude who is, in some ways, just like me. Two Saturdays ago we were drunk off a bottle of vodka we shared and were fighting with a discarded 10 litre bottle of oil. Then wrestling, and unfairly ganging up on people. TWO AGAINST ONE.
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| PARTY HARDDDDD |
[03 Sep 2002|06:57pm] |
my teeth are rotting from constant red wine and the occasonal throwing up. I am 21 and wild. Did you know that?
I think finally I have officially burnt out for August and am laying low preparing myself for the start of september. Will you invite me over to your house to smoke pot and hang out?
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| Open legs and fresh boys. |
[31 Aug 2002|01:26pm] |
it was Friday afternoon. I had gotten freaky with this fresh dude till midday, then stumbled home to find Alex and Brodie from Big Brother hanging out scantily clad in my loungeroom. What a pair of fucking princesses. Tight like 2 big blown up birthday party balloons.
How seedy and sleazy do i look?
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| Borrowing a video camera |
[28 Aug 2002|12:19am] |
I spent the afternoon filming boy snatch. Some of it was authorised. This dude slammed my peak hat off on the 96 tram and i thought he was gonna deck my ass.
He almost made me crap myself though.
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| Party Punch |
[17 Aug 2002|02:00pm] |
I got into this mini fight last night and copped a blood nose. I sprinted upstairs dripping sauce like wet laundry and drained it in the 3rd floor bathroom.
I threw a punch back, its all cool. I got way cranky though, and had to leave because the issue was beginning to get stretch and bubble, and I was sick of hearing about it. Also, my attacker got pussy. I guess he started feeling bad and was forever repeating, "please forgive me, please forgive me." Whatevz.
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| Hitting the bottle |
[11 Aug 2002|10:45pm] |
At the club last night this older bearded dude unbuttoned his fly to fish out for me his shrivelled pin dick. His member bounced and sprang from side to side as it stuck straight out, even though it wasnt even hard. I went to touch it and he pulled away and I said I'd suck it. This reminds me of when I come onto taxi drivers in the AM.
Some pussy waiting at the bar for drinks got all high and mighty with me when I licked his ass. Not cool. There were these hot dudes doing lines in the bathroom. I kept on asking them if they wanted a threesome. When they said no i kept pushing on the door and repeating the question. This is the shit I remember from last night. the other stuff is second hand stories through phone lines or from my flatmates.
It has been my 21st birthday for the last two weeks. Tomorrow the 12th is my actual birthdate. I think perhaps this will be the end of my celebrations and my, what seemed like never ending shower of booze and poppers and money and elaborate gifts.
I feel seedy and my elbows are stained with black dirt from floor dancing. Must sleep in order to wake up for my gift arriving by courier tomorrow morning.
this is my favourite site at the moment: http://www.skaterboyz.com
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| Sydney break |
[15 Jul 2002|07:00pm] |
Totally no hot meat on the ride up here. there was this dude sitting next to me who leaked this musty dirty marijuana smell and sported a black eye. He smelt like me I guess, but minus the cheeba deal. I was too tired to deal with the ugliness of Canberra. The weirdest city in Australia!
Saturday night katejinx, this saucy canadian boy: asha and myself skulled vodka in a back alley and went to this bad club. Dirty dancing and dry humping and I guess we perverted the whole britpop square kid dance floor. Oh they were hideous! I have trouble with dance moves as of late. Try to pull variation but can only really seem to do the running man. Kate ripped her shirt, how dramatic!
On wednesday I want to go to this meat market type bar and take poppers. Tomorrow I am going to wear my heavy black lensed frames while I am out on the town with helen and clinton so I can scope out boys ass without being too obvious. Got to speak to Andy pressman on aim this afternoon also. The coolest NY dude EVER!!
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| Hanging on the border |
[12 Jul 2002|08:10pm] |
I arrived in Wodonga only a few days ago and I am leaving tonight. Will be back though. I really want to find out more about the saucy dudes who inhabit here. There are a handful of uncharted hot boys with fresh twink faces. The rest of the men here are so torchered and angry but you know theyre just gonna be gentle and on first embrace they will cry like a baby and crumble into your shoulders. Its a front, man.
I followed the hot young boy with the crouched posture and eyebrows that fell into eachother out of the bank today, as he yelled back to his co-workers, "I AM GOING OUT FOR LUNCH". Was curious of what he ate and followed him into chicken store. Reminded me of being 15 and guy crazy and OBSESSED with and lusting after boys boys boys. So much bait to be sought. So many phone calls and woah baby, dude, the bug eyes! Can always remember getting the dudes I never wanted. I could always pull the freaky goth dudes who loved marilyn manson and whatever, but i got sick of that and ugh, they were nasty.
My bus leaves for Sydney in about 7 hours and I am busy washing and preparing fashion. So many outfits and so little space in my bag. I am on my 2nd energy drink at the moment to avoid excess sleep while on board. Dont want to snore too loudly.
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| Macauly Culkin forever! |
[08 Jul 2002|01:14am] |
I have totally fallen in love with Macauly Culkin. He is so fine and weird looking. I want his rosey ring like there is no tomorrow! I love his almost coming down from a really bad cold look and childhood acting history.
This cut out mug shot I keep of him on my desk is so amazing. He looks totally doped out and pale. The ugly strokes tshirt he is decked out in covers the bulge in front of his jeans though. That is not cool! I have another photo of him from the set of PARTY MONSTER and there is the same deal. He is wearing these neon bike shorts but with a pair of baggy cotton hot pants over the top, ruling out any chance of hint or package outline.
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| Tiny shoes |
[07 Jul 2002|02:40pm] |
I feel like a hipster with this new cut. Even though it's not really that severe, I'm gonna cut it all off and go back to my normal beatles haircut this afternoon. My mother will really appreciate it come Tuesday. I wore my pizza boy ensemble last night and my shoes totally killed me. They were 2 sizes too small, but I thought I would be able to hack it. I really wanna bring them to Sydney and Wodonga next week though, maybe I can just wear them when I go out for short amounts of time. They are velcro, slip on esque and read NOW on the outer side of each shoe. Old kmart stock!
Karaoke last night. Sean performed LIKE A VIRGIN and shazz: SAY MY NAME. There was a lack of hot boys in the venue. When I go out I want to see dripping booty and fresh dudes. MASTURBATORY MATERIAL FOR WEEKS! I kind of wished my pseudo stalker was there though, so I could play interested and score free drinks. Maybe I will score like a bitch on the line in Sydney, cause baby its been a drought.
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