Tagged: Birthday

Half Year Old

At midnight tonight, Potty Mouth turns half a year old. Let’s reflect on the half-year that was.

This entry marks the 123rd post over 184 days (by my calculation). That’s roughly 2 posts every 3 days. Nice.

I’ve been staying afloat posting about my daily activities and other mindless rabble but it’s time to concede that Potty Mouth isn’t going to reach one year at this rate. I need to make some radical change – mix up what I blog about or even break the code and change when I blog.

But I can’t do it without you. Where do you want to see Potty Mouth go? To dizzying new heights or vanish from the cyber world completely? Please comment!


“Nobody gives a f*€k”

So it turns out I survived my birthday party. The speeches were fantastic and were only a little embarrassing in the grand scheme of things. One thing I did take away from a part of the speech is that it is quite likely that Potty Mouth has very little appeal to my audience (the quote in the post title framing a sentiment of one particular speechmaker).

So am I going to stop posting? Nah. This stuff might be mindless garbage that practically no one’s interested in, but it’s probably the most productive thing I can do on the dunny. And if just one person reads a post everyday, I know I’m making a difference in some sort of insignificant and really weird way.

A strange man once wrote: “Poo often and post plenty”. That man was me.


Tonight is my 21st birthday party. To be completely honest, I’m absolutely terrified. I’m not terrified that people won’t have a good time, I’m not terrified that the party will end in some tragedy due to a rogue marquee. I am terrified because I must endure the obligatory 21st birthday party speeches.

As this blog makes pretty clear, I’m a fairly open guy and this translates to pretty much all aspects of my life. I’m not afraid to be downright silly at times because I don’t get too phased by what others think of me.

But gees, do my friends have some dirt on me.

There’s some things you don’t want your parents to hear/see. I’m pretty sure they know just about every embarrassing detail of my life, but I’m willing to bet I’ve overlooked some major incident that will rear its ugly head come nightfall. If I never post again, it’s because I’m dead. My mum killed me.

“Good” Charlotte

Do you know what’s sad? I’ve had Good Charlotte’s I Just Wanna Live stuck in my head all day. Why? It hasn’t even played anywhere recently. It’s just unfair. Could that band be any worse too? Joel or Benji or whoever the hell sings has got one of the most grating voices and generally sounds like a whiner.

What a way to spend your birthday.

Birthday Poo

There’s nothing like a good ol’ poo to get your birthday rolling. Given that it’s my big day, I feel I can treat myself to talking about poo.

I GOT A CANON 60D. My girlfriend and a lot of brilliant people put in for the present and to say I’m stoked doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. My girlfriend is the biggest and the best babe. I’m also still drunk and that’s pretty remarkable given my last drink was probably close to 12 hours ago (that’s really not a thing to boast about in any case).