Tired I'am, Awwww get over it

Dunedin. I've been there a few times before and funnily enough I come out of the freezing city feeling the in the same state; hung over, broke, confused, but in a overall good mood. The city itself has nothing to it. As N word notoriously preached "Auckland is better in every which way. Take the good things about Dunedin...Auckland does it better". This caused some problems but one thing you need to know about N word is that she is a rude witch (self admittedly so). The reason I go to Dunedin is the people in it. Pity about the city.

One major problem I have with Dunedin people, however, is this gigantic romanticizing aura that surrounds them in regards to alcohol. I don't want to blow my own horn or anything but I have yet to find anyone who can match me blow for blow, beautiful binding hour after hour with out sleep (a bit of a reoccurring theme in this blog) in Dunedin. Met a few in Auckland, none in Dunedin. But give them an A for effort Auckland, they try.

Pictures lol:

Packing omg



I keep my phone on in planes. Fuck you Air New Zealand. I don’t want your fucking cookie and a cup of water. Where the hell is my bag of honey roasted peanuts and complimentary booze. Assholes



This person is responsible for my near death. She led me on a wide goose chase up a gigantic hill telling me that it was the fast way to her house. When in reality it was mount mother fucking Everest. Granted there was about $80 worth of cheap spirits pumping through our veins no excuse for leading up that creepy ass street.

The Speight’s ale house. Nice place. Expensive though. I was there on a hung over morning at bout 11am. My stomach was a little iffy and I was tired so I ordered a Red Bull and Vodka. But they serve Red Eye....



I come home hung over, tired and a little shitty that I had to nurse an air scared witch through the most turbulent plane ride ever. This captain resembled George Clooney’s character in the Perfect storm, to a smaller scale obviously:Idiot: "there is the biggest storm in recorded history between us and the main land, we can either wait out here and loose a 2g pay cheque or attempt to sail through it"Clooney: "Sounds like the obvious choice is we sail. Why ask?"I'm still alive, Clooney’s character is not....hehe

Back to the point I came home to this:


A terrible fucking mess with no food in the house. One nut strikes again. But in retaliation, you will be happy to read that cleaned out the shower drain and placed all of the hairy gunk into Matt's yoghurt. Enjoy