sheep!

funny... but i shouldn't laugh...

The Age
April 27 2007

Thousands of Japanese have been swindled in a scam in which they were sold Australian and British sheep and told they were poodles.

Flocks of sheep were imported to Japan and then sold by a company called Poodles as Pets, marketed as fashionable accessories, available at $1,600 each.

That is a snip compared to a real poodle which retails for twice that much in Japan.

The scam was uncovered when Japanese moviestar Maiko Kawamaki went on a talk-show and wondered why her new pet would not bark or eat dog food.

She was crestfallen when told it was a sheep. Then hundreds of other women got in touch with police to say they feared their new "poodle" was also a sheep.

One couple said they became suspicious when they took their "dog" to have its claws trimmed and were told it had hooves. Japanese police believe there could be 2,000 people affected by the scam, which operated in Sapporo and capitalised on the fact that sheep are rare in Japan, so many do not know what they look like.

"We launched an investigation after we were made aware that a company were selling sheep as poodles,'' Japanese police said.

"Sadly we think there is more than one company operating in this way.

"The sheep are believed to have been imported from overseas - Britain, Australia.''

Many of the sheep have now been donated to zoos and farms.

thursday night.

enjoying a night in tonight. still homeless. i want some time alone with just myself. can finally get that since rosie isnt home.

getting desperate for a place to live. if only for just 2 weeks.

after daniel sending me a myspace link, i browsed and browsed some guy's friends page and found myself slowly getting addicted to it like most of melbourne is. last thing i need is another addiction...

Gumby - All Cooped Up

stripey peter alexanders

im restless. my sleep was fairly undisturbed, apart from the need to piss a waterfall every fricken half hour. i opened my eyes, noticed my pyjamas on a boy. my first reaction was that i was having an out of body experience - fuck my arse has gotten small and perky. the confusion dissipated and i realised it was just a friend sharing a bed with me.

im anxious. i applied/applying for a property on high street. i love the place. but im scared to get my hopes up. too many times i've expected too much and been disappointed. better to keep the expectations low, i'm not strong enough to deal with disappointment.

many friends don't understand the situation i'm in. i say im homeless. they say i'm not, that i'm welcome in their home anytime. to me home has never been just a roof over my head. theres more to it than that.

moving in with imma. gorgeous girl. god bless her. i'm looking forward to it. the whole moving process has been a tough road, with both of us feeling rather frustrated at times. it may get tougher. but, one thing i've learnt about imma, her heart is always in the right place. as friends, we've grown together in an interesting manner. when we first met, i think she thought i was the quiet boy who just tagged along. that changed one night at onesix. after a short night out, imma, dean and myself retired into the bathroom where dean passed out around the toilet and imma and i polished off a bottle of red. we sat chatting and smoking and we both realised we were more alike than originally thought. at summadayze we partied hard and we realised we were both party people at heart; she even said she never would have thought i was such a party boy. her approach to friends is like my own. like myself, she holds a lot of respect for friendships, which often leads to disappointment, but then the disappointment really weeds out the good friends from the rest. shes a needy girl, im a needy boy, her company will be good. there will be much more drama, frustration and disappointment ahead for the both of us, but we can handle it.

remember.

i miss him.

fuck

fuck. i fucked up.

emotional

so, just when i wanted to put my feelings out there, things take a turn. its okay. i'm alright. i'll be right. sigh.

special

so scattered i am. appreciative of the gestures friends are offering. come stay here. very kind everyone. but. i do not like burdens. and my home is your home does not really apply. i have no home. one thing to have a roof over your head, another to have a place of your own. very very happy to be looked after by friends. i never feel unloved. i do feel displaced...but loved.

hmmz.

hmmz. my aunty sent this to me. don't know how old it is...

glumbert.com - The Apple iRack

crash palace/the men's gallery/love machine

so i just got home from 16 hours of partying, 3 of which was spent in the cloak room being a cloak boy. the cloak room was much fun. hanging around suzy, adam and daniel was great fun.

the actual party was great, we all went and did our thing, but always gravitated back to the same spot at the same time. music was good. i was especially surprised i really enjoyed the trance room.

at the end of the party at 7pm we helped out with the cloak room again, just so everyone could
get their arses out of the joint.

headed back to daniels for some dinner, then headed to the afterparty. the crowd seemed a bit incongruent with the venue. think trashy. think love machine. i dont think love machine has ever opened their doors to so many shirtless boys wearing hotpants. at first the music was doing my head in. found myself bored and checking out hot chicks, while laughing with daniel at the puzzled chicks thinking "why are there so many topless guys? and why are they kissing?".

so the rest of the gang rocked up and the party got started. hot bartender. i kept on checking her out and i think she realised. whoops. had a random blonde girl say i looked like her cute doctor. same hair style and face. unfortunately my hairstyle wasn't intentional as lately i've been scrounging for cash. 6 hours later i was saying my goodbyes and we headed back to greville st.

all in all, an awesome day/night out spent with like-minded people...

chaos

so i'm a day away from being homeless. in true andy style i find myself in a non-sensical situation. tmrw i'm going to crash palace. tmw is also the last day i have to move my crap out of my room. chaos is the first word that comes to mind.

i'm stressing because i don't know where to put my stuff. ive got way too much junk for a single gay man.

i wonder why i put myself through such hardship. its certainly not by choice, but i could have made things easier for myself. spending 2 weeks in a hotel in feb 2006 because i was absolutely homeless should have taught me a thing or two about homelessness and how not to do things, but yet again, i find myself searching the web for short term accomodation just in case. the only difference now is i can't afford it. i am grateful to my friends who have offered beds and love, but none of that lessens the feeling of displacement. and the sense of displacement is amplified by the fact my belongings are strewn across melbourne, with my kettle base in richmond, and the actual kettle in north melbourne, chongy in prahran and cook books hopefully (?) in north melbourne with the kettle. i was hoping to leave my skis in north fitzroy, but that didn't work out to plan.

so for the next two weeks i'll live out of suitcases, from door to door of friends houses offering them all the love and appreciation i can muster because that is what they deserve.