tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post9033553937394511651..comments2023-05-01T03:03:53.746-07:00Comments on The One Way Suburban Conversation: Sleeping alone on a landmineMiles McClaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-79158123689200302322009-04-05T02:39:00.000-07:002009-04-05T02:39:00.000-07:00I don't know, they all have their moments surely? ...I don't know, they all have their moments surely? That relationship was pretty bad, but good in a way, it just wasn't what you could would call easy. Dad on his muffins asks for a Sausage and egg McMuffin without cheese - it's a nightmare! I'm a gun on Wii Boxing, I know that...no fits there!<BR/><BR/>Netball just seems so boring to me. If I had to watch Netball all year my mind would wander all over the place. I've never cracked the sanctity of the chip canteen though I did sell some team fund raising buttons. And yeah, it's not Moonahs fault so much as mine, although the bakery is pretty up itself!<BR/><BR/>I was Goal Keeper in my meaningless stint playing mixed netball, all I had to do was punch the ball! Easy! Her meatballs were good, I was praising from truth!<BR/><BR/>That one was hard to write, because I took myself back there! Having to think about goal attacks, nightmare!<BR/><BR/>Yeah, you can't beat the 3am wander be it in a car or walking around. It's good for a poetic soul! You are lucky you didn't have to suffer netball - I saw girls who shouldn't wear skirts, believe me!Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-4809360903447694032009-04-04T22:53:00.000-07:002009-04-04T22:53:00.000-07:00My post-argument activity of choice was driving ar...My post-argument activity of choice was driving around Canberra at 3am in my little Datsun 1200, freezing, but it was better than staying still and thinking. Moonah and Canberra sound a little the same :)<BR/><BR/>I never had to suffer through the agony of netball, though!Kettlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05555996290361714986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-36118390170264981772009-04-04T21:49:00.000-07:002009-04-04T21:49:00.000-07:00Oh I love your posts. It's like going on a bit of ...Oh I love your posts. It's like going on a bit of a journey with you, like I was there at the netball courts and getting in trouble off your girlfriend as well..you write so I can picture pretty much everything. I love that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-47746938562466160772009-04-04T17:56:00.000-07:002009-04-04T17:56:00.000-07:00Ah, fine writing yet again, Miles you clever perso...Ah, fine writing yet again, Miles you clever person you. Took me back to my Goal Attack days. I don't think there's any position better than GA<BR/><BR/><I>I thought perhaps over effusive praise of her meatballs was enough </I><BR/><BR/>LOL!!squibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10744419106501810243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-76399915665263564102009-04-04T15:25:00.000-07:002009-04-04T15:25:00.000-07:00I've spent many an hour on the sidelines of a netb...I've spent many an hour on the sidelines of a netball court and totally understand where you're coming from. The most exciting part was being asked to cook chips in the canteen! It's weird how places take on their own force through the experiences we have in them. I hate Parramatta for much the same reason. Or maybe it's because the place really is druggiefied, homeless person's paradise.Bainohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156193098088048637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-79065052557672610082009-04-04T06:17:00.000-07:002009-04-04T06:17:00.000-07:00i'll be frank with you, Miles.i'm not liking the s...i'll be frank with you, Miles.<BR/>i'm not liking the sounds of ANY of these girls. the ones in your stories i mean. are there ANY nice ones? just give me a heads up. will there be a nice one appearing any time soon? <BR/><BR/>also?<BR/>what on earth does your dad request on his McMuffkin? (an aside. that is not a typing error.) <BR/><BR/>i bet you'd chuck a right hissy fit when i beat you at Wii hoola hoops.Catastrophe Waitresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16059689371446944502noreply@blogger.com