Where you see a awful photo of yourself then buy a 4 month gym membership off  Trademe with out thinking about it?  Well I have. In fact, I have to go meet the chick after work today to get the account transferred into my name.  I guess its a good deal, 4 months isn’t bad, and considering I seem to have issues with commitment, the shortest deal is probably the best.

So my parents decided to buy me a Red Hot Chilli Peppers ticket for my birthday, since the concerts on the same day.  With one catch.  Armed with my dads credit card I had to obtain the ticket.

For all of you who are actually reading this shit and are not from New Zealand I believe you don’t actually understand how the concerts here work.  First, a big international band, that have only ever been here once or twice (if ever) before, arrive to play ONE concert in Auckland, mainly because they’re wankers I’ve come to believe. If we are lucky they might extend their generous stay to TWO NIGHTS ONLY IN ONE CITY.  No one except Aucklander’s like Auckland.  Within hours of learning of said bands arrival, the entire country, North and South Island, gears up for the Great Ticket Scramble, ie, arming themselves with (usually) the parents credit card, waiting online at 9am to purchase the tickets by frantic button mashing, mouse clicking and cursing their Telecom Broadband connnection.

At 9am I pressed refresh.  When the page did finally refresh the presale tickets were gone.

Repeat as necessary when the actual sales go online, tomorrow I believe.  Apparently Trademe have banned everyone from scalping their tickets so all you fuckers who brought tickets for the sole reason to make cash, fuck you, sucked.

Yay blogging has taken me to 10am Smoko gotta love killing time on the net at work.