You've reached my livejournal, but sadly, I'm not here. I've gone to a city that was designed by anarchist magicians who laid curses into the road designs. Yes, I'm in Canberra. Right this moment, I am being threatened by a sugar rushed and insane toddler whose Mother (under the influence of those streets) put Vulcan ears and a Star Trek uniform on him, thus insuring his place at the bottom of the evolutionary ladder. Being an understanding sort, I don't blame him for the anger, but I got to wonder where that blood on the blade he's holding came from. I had a companion yesterday. Where the fuck is she? Anyhow, because I don't think anyone needs to hear be beating a toddler within an inch of his miserable life, I'll leave it here. Please leave a message after the beep.