Hate!

I went out shopping for 20 minutes and I have increased my hate towards where I live tenfold.

I live in a suburb about an hour away from the city. Far enough to be classified as "The sticks" and technically not a part of Brisbane. What's it like? Think of every bad redneck, bogan, lower class Aussie stereotype ever. Yep, that just about sums it up.

I hate living here and I want to move out as soon as possible.

Whilst driving to the shopping centre this afternoon, I was cut off by a singlet-wearing hoon in a ute speckled with fraying surf brand stickers. I got out of the car to nearly be bowled over by a group of scooter-riding 13 year old boys, clearly intent on exhibiting their hardk0re factor by loitering in the carpark.

Intent on buying a sparkly hat for tonight's party, I waited in Crazy Clarks for 15 minutes before I got to talk to anybody. Why? Because the entire 5 person staff walked past and ignored me, to help ONE person on the till. Then they walked past me AGAIN and had a long, loud chat (peppered by the word "farkin") at the back of the store. I finally got some help, in the form of a boy who may or may not be slightly braindamaged, who pointed vaguely at a shelf and said "guhhh, uhh, i dont think we have any."

While waiting for some attention at Crazy Clark's, I watched a group of scantily clad teens yell obscenities at another group of scantily clad teens in a bombed out old car. None were wearing shoes.

I drove home to again be cut off by zillions of guys in what look to be very bad attempts at making a shit car look "fulli sik." Urge to flip out on a ninja rampage. Rising.

I have decided that I will never, ever go out with someone who lives here. Everybody looks like they've fallen into a tub of some variety of chemical. Or maybe it's the inbreeding.
I have never once seen an attractive male in this area. Actually I worked with one very good looking fellow in the local shopping centre, but he lived in St Lucia so that doesn't really count.

There are parties almost every night here. Which normally I'd be okay with, except for the fact that they mostly end with drag racing and people screaming at each other at 3am. That can't be good for the 16 year old mothers trying to get their kids to sleep. Oh wait, they'd probably be at the party.

I was on a bus with a bunch of try hard emos who were discussing excellent ways to self-mutilate themselves.

Ugh. Why do I live in the vicinity of these people? It sucks.