4 days to take off

Its been a rough past 3 days. Mostly cause Star wars: Knights of the old republic 2 came out and I just had to play it. Staring at my little Jedi go around killing gigantic frogs in the hopes of further safeguarding the galaxy, I cant help but wonder... have I packed for sydney? Actually I have not packed, I have gone out several times on the premise of buying things I would need and so far obtained industrial strength gel as a necessity.
BTW, I got flamed by Mr Man again, I think he intends to bbq this blog. Fine Mr Man, Bush is an excellent president, he has not violated any interns and his social and fiscal policies will ensure prosperity and happiness for years to come like in the smurfs.
Back to my life... Recently, my car battery died and my dad got me pushing the car around so he can start and subsequently rev the engine on the pretext of recharging the battery but I believe he wants to poison the neighbours. Its not so much that I need the car but I do refuse to leave the house unless I am in a car. And remember, thou shalt not comment unless thou hath thine own vehicular transportation.
I dont really have much to say except that the cow's 21st birthday party resounds ominously like the rest of my life... filled with guys. How can a hot blooded goat get any action when all he sees are guys? If I dont get any in sydney, I will have to hurt a soft furry animal. I dont know how monks do it but im literally climbing up the walls here... Then again, monks just eat veggies and try to commune with their respective gods. And dont get me started on the horny thai monks who violate anything from the alter boy (wait... is that the stereotypical catholic priest?) to the plentiful whores on the street.
No pics yet but daddy goat said I could annex his old cannon camera for future use so im sure the next entry would have some colourful porn (if im lucky) or scenary (if im not).