RIP Wayne 'Mousey' Perry

A homeless man was murdered by a snotty teenage boy this week. it is really upsetting. i am kind of really sensitive about it given my strong feelings about homelessness.

days prior to his death, he was quoted in the age: You have to sleep with one eye open because you don't know who's going to bash you or stab you or rob you.

His murderer was high on cannabis. apparently onlookers were taking selfies with the blood splatters from the murder scene. haha im not even surprised.

you know, we look at the homeless with such disdain. that they cant get their life in order, that they let their drug addiction get to them, that they cant 'get over' their mental illness as if they are a whole separate category in the human race. but we are not that different from them. i dont understand how we are so disgusted by the homeless. (im a clean freak btw and i manage fine). people always get really confused and disgusted when homeless actively ask for money. mate, thats survival. i cant deny that it is bothersome and awkward to have a smelly man randomly ask you for money, but empathize. becuase if you fucking want them to all grovel into a hole and hide themselves from society, they will rot and die. and if you think homelessness is punishable by death, youre unintelligent.

i just dont get it at all. there are people with insides ugly as fuck but they have a home and people who will weep for them. i guess they could grow up and lose all that support and end up on the streets themselves. there are people homeless becuase they flee domestic abuse, people in debt, people who lack proper support for their drug addictions, people who lose everything. we think they are monsters, but tbh i dont think theyve got the energy or the time. all theyre doing is surviving. we are the monsters for looking at the scene with such nonchalance and judging. always judging, i guess becuase we can afford to. im not saying its a crime to judge, its in our nature, but sometimes we have to realise that our judgement shouldnt always guide our behavior.
Mousey shared his makeshift home with fellow homeless people and yet we think before we share a single dollar with them. having too much makes us blind to what it would feel like to have nothing. this isnt even giving back to the community, or charity work or anything. its fucking helping another in need. its like seeing someone dying on the street. theyre fucking starving and freezing to death and we go nah, gonna get drunk instead. i dont understand how we, educated and healthy, do not see this as heartless and chillingly disturbing.


There isnt a solution to homelessness and i know that. you cant prevent people from falling off the tracks or losing stability in their life. there are obviously people of power, and people without which is natural. and i do realise that centrelink gives payments as do passerbys on the street. i dont think money is what the homeless need. thats just a short answer. they probably make enough per day to feed their stomach. but we need more services. more homeless shelters, more help for those at risk of homelessness. more 'drug help'. quitting drugs isnt easy. quitting drinking isnt easy. you cant just go cold turkey on it or chuck on a nicorette patch. it could even be quite dangerous.
there are many people who want to quit. and when they take the first step ie. ask to be on the methadone program, they often get turned down because slots are full. its a lifelong process quitting drugs and people need to be on this shit to curb the cravings and physical withdrawl symptoms. a lot of people fail to see it as a health condition, and see it more as a bad decision that they're paying for. and it is. i dont condone drug use, but flushing out users onto the streets isnt the answer.
i had a man tell me how he went from homeless fighting drug addictions to a leader in counsel groups to help people who are going through what he went through. these are the people worth being compassionate for.

and we cant expect them to just go find a job so damn easy without a shower and proper address. who the fucks gonna hire them? objectively speaking, if i could choose between a homeless stinky man whos probably not gonna rock up to work one day and a fresh out of school random chick, id go with the chick.

i want to volunteer to help. but im not sure if i can emotionally handle it. id rather open my homeless shelter first. one day. i hvaent forgotten my promise.

i dont realy know what was the point of thise post or why i keep talking about this shit. massive brain block everytime i do. you know when something seems so OBVIOUS to you but no one else seems to see it? thats what i feel. like, you probably think im some self entitled incoherent bitch but youre wrong, im just upset. and i do know there are like minded people. but when you hear about a teenage rich cunt stabbing a defenseless homeless who turns out to be a gentlehearted soul, it provokes you.

THE CRICKET

Crikey mate! haha not related to cricket but it sounds like cricket.
so my bffl vini took me and steve to the cricket last night. we are not fans of the sport so it was a whole new experience. i didnt really bother with photos because i think we all know what the cricket looks like right? its people on the field looking at a ball. one has a bat in his hand.
so you get in via a golden ticket with a barcode. they do bag checks too. i had some panamax in my bag which really excited the guy.
entering the mcg was like WOAH its so big! and we took seats at the front becuase i am a dingleberry and forgot to bring my glasses. the grass was really green, is it fake?
the players were all training on field still but i couldnt see much haha. they looked like little green munchkins bopping around.
there were scary mascots running around and pretty cheerleaders. like a realll match.
to commence the game, these fireworks came off and becuase i was at the front it scared the s.h.i.t out of me.
there were HEAPS of kids. some of them were really cute haha. i had an internal battle for about a minute about whether or not i could swear because they were EVERYWHERE. i decided to let loose anyway becuase im sure theyre used to it. what is sport without a little FUCK here and there? welcome to the 21st century. actually, tahts a massive improvement from gladiators slaughtering eachother.
it was fun watching the team i was supposed to support bat. esp when they hit a 4 becuase then fire came out everywhere which warmed me up (it was cold).
and hahahah everytime someone went out, theres this guy that comes out with the camera to capture every moment of glorious misery.
during breaktimes or whatever theres dance cam, kiss cam, air guitar cams etc. reminds me of america so bad lol. i wonder if someones been stupid enough to propose on cam here in australia tho lol.
and OMG there were thses high school cunts that throughout the WHOLE game kept nudging me and vini. we ignored it, but it got soo bad when steve went to pee. they called him 'the big guy' hahaha cause theyre all prepubescent fucks. when i turned around and asked them what they wanted, they were being all teasing and shit. like LOOK MOM IM SO COOL MESSING WITH GIRLS. but then they got all defensive and aggressive once they figured i was not amused. like omg did their parents even sign their permission slips for them to come here alone? i wanted to hit them so bad but my hits dont really do much damage so i figured i better not look pathetic. besides, itll dirty my hand.
our team lost (melbourne stars) haha. i didnt really get competitive during the match, i kind of lost interest. cricket is not my thing haha. but it was kind of cool, id probably go again if my friend wanted me to. i only really went because she LIVES for it so i wanted to see what the hype was all about. and so i can understand what she's saying half the time.

and yeah, thats what i got from the cricket. cool atmosphere. maxwell was a shit player so i dont like him. i liked the captain and luke wright. they seemed to hold the team.