01-12-05 - 7:47 p.m.
i am so broke. i only took this ridiculous walmart sentence to satisfy the mortgage company, and after a week or two, discovered i actually liked it. you know the drill; scan scan, bag bag. punch a clock, get a paycheck. trouble is, nevada wages don't cover the bills, especially when it's continuously below freezing and there's an infant in the house. the gas bill alone is enough to bankrupt me, not to mention what the horse eats; face it, tiffany eats like a horse. so tonight, after work, i blew my last few bucks on a bottle of shiraz (reduced for quick sale) from somewhere in south... australia. i consider myself well-traveled and versed, but sitting in the tub, savoring this nectar of the gods (reduced for quick sale), i'm suddenly picturing bryan brown in a beautiful film called the shiralee, or walkabout, where the pitiful aborigine has the hots for jenny augutter, or the awful picnic that went bad at hanging rock, and it occurs to me that parts of australia look much like nevada, and then there's that daring anne hardy, braving new worlds in search of happiness, and lucky her, she knows what australia looks like, up close and personal. but has she tried the cheap, (reduced for quick sale) shiraz?