Return to Oz

I'm back in Australia - on the Gold Coast to be precise. I'm staying with my dad for a bit and organizing a few things now that I'm done travelling. For all my Brisbane and Gold Coasty friends, drop me a line so we can start catching up. I've been away for two and a half years, so don't be surprised at my numerous facial piercings. And my fluroscent orange hair. And yeah, I'm now black. Apart from that, nothing has changed.

My father only has a modem connection, so I'm particularly looking for contact from friends who have broadband. Wi-fi, a multi-terabyte porn array and a fully stocked fridge are also highly desirable. I'll try and do a bunch of picture sorting and preparation beforehand, so I can finally get some of the thousands of holiday pics up.

In case you're wondering, I had a really, really terrific time on my holiday. I feel like I've lived a thousand years, and the prospect of spending an evening watching gumby television makes my skin crawl. Good thing the Soccer World Cup and the international Rugby season kicks off this weekend.