(Some) Names Prue & I Like

For a boy:

Damian Danueil Cooksey

For a girl:

Rei (something) Cooksey

Last Night & This Morning

Prue was off work yesterday. It made for funny times.

We played Uno and drank our asses off. Around 4PM, I got sleepy. So, we went to take a nap. Then, about 3 hours later, I woke up alone in the bed. It was something like 7PM. I was a bit surprised that I woke up alone because she was laying next to me when I went to sleep.

So, I got out of bed and stumbled through the house on my way to the back porch to have a cigarette. I saw her laying on the couch. I also saw a pot on the stove with steam coming out of it. Prue cooks a hell of a lot (and very good), so I just figured she knew what she was doing.

I was coming back inside from having my cigarette when I decided to take a peak at what she was cooking. I lifted up the lid and there was nothing in the pot. I mean, not even water. And she had actually managed to burn the steel of the pot!

I took it off, put water in it, and woke her up. Then came a lot of claims, "I've never done that before! The water must have all boiled out! I've never done that!"

Sure, hon, sure. Hahahaha.

It's 8:30AM. Prue went to work about 45 minutes ago. I was thinking it might be trash day, so just as I was taking the trash out to the curb, the trash man was at the neighbors house. I waved at him and pointed to my trash can.

Know what the fucker did?

HE KEPT GOING!!!!

Well, I got him! I put our trash cans on the other side of the road in the neighbor across the street's yard. So, he'll have to get it in a little bit.

What a dick.

Life in Australia

Prue and I have been in Adelaide for a little over a month now.

My little brother, Jimmy, and his wife Rosa came to pick us up in Texarkana. My Grandmother came to Texarkana to see Prue and I off. It was nice to have the immediate family in Texarkana to see us off.

Jimmy and Rosa drove us back to their fancy downtown 4th story Dallas loft. We hung out at their newly wed-pad for about an hour until we left there for DFW Airport. Then, Prue and I had about an hour to kill at DFW before boarding the plane.

DFW Airport Int'l was pretty awesome. It was like a huge community and/or mall inside that place. Really fancy stuff. Bars, shops, you can even get a haircut in there. It was pretty nifty aside from not being able to smoke once you've gone through the baggage security thing.

Then, it was about 4 hours to LAX in Los Angles. My great friend Marc met us at LAX. There was even a good old bomb scare while we were there. The dickheads at Quantus Airlines set us up for a freakin' 7 hour layover at LAX. Oh, god. It was unbarable being stuck in an airport for that long -- especially knowing that after we got on the plane, I couldn't have another cigarette for 15 hours -- the duration of the flight to Melbourne, Australia.

It was really great to finally meet Marc though. We had dinner (or was it lunch?), hung out for a while, walked around, then boarded our flight and left America.

We had a ton of trouble at the Melbourne airport.

Funny sidenote: On an international flight, they give you free drinks. So, at 2AM (American time) -- but 9AM Aussie time -- they called for last drinks. So, I got a glass of wine. The flight attendant said, "Uhm... okay, sir, but you know it'll be morning when we land?" I was like, "YES! I know, but this flight has sucked and I fucking want to drink!"

hahahhaa. I didn't actually say that, but damn -- I wanted to.

Anyway, I hate Melbourne. They gave us so much shit. Those horrid, awful, degernerate bastards.

First, the line for customs was about 2 hours long -- which was perfect because we only had 2 hour layover there before flying to Adelaide.

And, when we were just about -- the next in line -- to get our bags scanned at customs, they decided we looked "dodgy" and put us in the EMPTY line for "extra" screening.

They even took my electric guitar out of it's case and scanned it in the detector to make sure I hadn't hollowed it out and put drugs in it. Then they went through all our clothes, fucking everything up and just shoving it back in the suitcase, then they asked all sorts of crazy ass questions...

Those fuckers did everything but strip search us. At one point, I started to get annoyed because we were going to miss our flight due to this nonsense. So, I asked, "Uh, does everyone get this extra screening?" She said, "Well, we try to screen as many people as we can. It's because you look nervous". "Nervous? Yes, I'm nervous. I just got off a 15 hour flight, I want a cigarette, and you're going to make us miss our flight to Adelaide. I am nervous!"

"Have you ever done narcotics?" she asked. I knew they'd find nothing on us, so I decided to fuck with her a bit. So, I said, "What? In my LIFE?! YES!"

God, I hate Melbourne.

So, yeah. We missed our flight. But, Qautus got us on a flight 3 hours later. So, instead of a 2 hour layover, we had a 5 or so hour layover.

I was pretty pissed about all that for quite a while, but now I guess I look at it as just a life expirence. Good times, I suppose.

Anyway, I've been here a little over a month and I'm loving Australia. Prue and I are doing wonderful, and I'm hearing from my family on a regular basis. So, all is well here.

I'll start updating normally again -- I promise.

I hope all is well back in America

Adelaide

Prue, who came all the way from Australia to see me is asleep in my bed. She's been here 1.5 months now. She'll stay about 1.5 more months.

I'm going back with her.

Adelaide, Austrialia.

I will not return, and tonight I am sad for all that I'll give up for this -- though I'm happy to do it.

I'm sad I'll never see Cliff, Fabian, Trinity, Synthia, JP, Di, Kayla, Charlie B, or any of my other people -- the two most important being my brother and mom.

Brytni had her baby. I'm glad for her. I tried calling to make sure all went as planned -- I hadn't talked to her in a year -- but, I had to know. I got her voicemail.

July 26th is the day I leave the USA forever.

Hi.

I was talking to a friend of mine a few days ago as we drunken slumped into the couches that make my living room.

She told me that when I don't update my blog, twitter, or mySpace, then people worry about me. They think I may be dead.

Rest assured, I am not dead.

I feel very close to it, and if you gave me a gun, the only the thing I'd really have to say right now is "goodbye". But, I am cheerful for 3 reasons:

1.) Summer is an awesome friend.
2.) Prue is an awesome girl.
3.) I talked to Christine (despite a weird phone misunderstanding), and she was very, very sweet to me... I had forgotten how very sweet she was.

Anyway. Hi. I'm alive. I'm still here, kind of, and I probably won't update for a while.

Bye.