Big shout out to Avril Eade (who used to dance on stage with Uberfaust) for being in Australian Idol wearing her trademark white tiger suit. Woohoo!!

NaNoWriMo: 19,000 words and going nicely.

The next week was a bit like hell. There was no fire and brimstone of course, but all of the other features were there. With Wendy gone and Ben having turned into some kind of sociopath, Candy was around all the time. Chad and Kristie quickly found she was perfect company for him, being a complete raving lunatic bitch herself. She would spend all morning in the bathroom, all day bleeding Ben dry of money to go shopping with, and all night fucking him in her car. They would also fuck on the couch when Kristie wanted to watch TV, in the laundry while Chad was trying to sleep and in the kitchen when either of them was really hungry. The only bonus Chad could see was that he and Kristie were now drawn much closer together in their little circle of hate for Candy. He hadn’t managed to get Kristie into bed yet, but she did keep him up all night bitching about how fucked up Candy was, and this represented a step forward.
Chad still hadn’t paid back Spider for the three foils and lived in mortal fear that he would die the coming Wednesday if he couldn’t find the money. He went down to the Centrelink office a few more times to try and plead special circumstances with them, but to no avail. They told him everyone’s circumstances were special and to wait the two weeks for his birth certificate to come through. He even asked Kristie, but she had spent all her allowance on a novelty twenty-five litre bottle of Scotch that she couldn’t remember where she had put.
They also noticed that Rob was still gone. He had not returned since he went to get pizza, and that was more than a week ago. The petrol station where he worked called looking for him, but they didn’t know anything about where he could be either. Sooner or later someone would have to pay the rent, and they didn’t know who it would be.