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[27 Oct 2009|05:54am] |
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Well nothing has changed but I really am very good. I really am very well. I realise now nothing ever changes beyond my favourite songs and favourite shoes but even then I've got to be lucky. Change is like pushing boulders. Sometimes I feel like I'm free falling through life but I don't ever move anything. Fuck that makes me sound like Don Draper, really I'm not at all and I'm very happy.
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[31 Mar 2009|08:11pm] |
warning bells
ding
dong
ding
dong
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[09 Oct 2008|03:10pm] |
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I haven't even been in my new house for a week and I'm already annoyed with the bathroom cold tap, the way the washing machine sucks all the hot water from your shower, the kitchen door, AND THE FACT THAT I DON'T HAVE A FRIDGE OR THE INTERNET, OMG OMG NO INTERWEBS OR FOOD MAKES ME SOMETHING SOMETHING
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[05 Sep 2008|11:48am] |
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this is ridiculous. really
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[28 Aug 2008|09:56pm] |
am own worst enemy, etc etc
Had a really weird week. It's been weird since last Friday night. I feel like the next week is going to be weird too.
I bought the most amazing skirt on sale for $35, it's black taffeta. And a pink shirt dress, you'd think being forced to wear pink dresses for six years would kill any desire to do so dead. I'm on this weird 50s fashion kick...I blame Little Red.
but the good thing is Eamon is back tomorrow morning...the only person who ever keeps me sane and doesn't take any of my crap or treat me like a princess, he just is
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[20 Aug 2008|10:18pm] |
I had a dream I hit on Seth Rogen and I'm not sure how I feel about this
especially because the only time I've ever actually consciously tried to pick someone up I was horribly drunk and don't really remember why it didn't go to plan hahaha
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[17 Aug 2008|12:58pm] |
Eamon went to a taping of The Colbert Report and apparently Stephen did his dancing muchachos dance
SOOOOOOOOOO JEALOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
and if you're wondering, yes I do have a crush on Stephen
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| this post is brought to you in the style of hanna-san |
[08 Aug 2008|10:27am] |
Life can be so fair, let it go on and on
I got loose for good and you got that cherry bomb
Blow out that cherry bomb for me
We lost it long ago, you and me
Now you know your way back from the spirit farm
Brush your teeth for bed, blow out that cherry bomb
Blow out that cherry bomb for me
You've got to know it's on your sleeve
Know it's on your sleeve
Know it's on your sleeve (c'mon)
It was the longest day that I've ever known
I watched you start that drive alone
Blow out that cherry bomb for me
It's gonna burn right up your sleeve
Burn right up your sleeve
Oh so there you go again out in your dressing gown
Get yourself to bed, blow out that cherry bomb
Oh, life can be so fair, let it go on and on
I got paid and my hand on your cherry bomb
Oh, life can be so fair, let it go on and on
I got paid and my hand on your cherry bomb
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[08 Aug 2008|10:02am] |
good weekend, good weekend, went way too quickly. Danced all night in the cantina.
I miss Eamon. I think I have found a place for us to move to...it looks absolutely fucking amazing. It's a sharehouse in Camperdown, big fuckoff warehouse apartment to be precise, with a pool and gym and tennis court on the roof with views of the city. Because we'll share a room it'll be cheap. I MUST EMPLOY WIT AND CHARM and they'll be like yay move in now!
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[28 Jul 2008|11:01pm] |
Me: How's your beard? Do you look like Ned Kelly?
Eamon: Maybe.
Me: You do, don't you? Have you cut it?
Eamon: No.
Me: Why not?
Eamon: I don't have any shaving stuff.
Me: Just ask Peter for some.
Eamon: Hey, yeah!
Me: So, go ask Peter, 'Hey, do I look like a bum?' And if he says yes, cut your beard.
Eamon: Awww.
Me: I can't believe you're wandering around America with a full beard.
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[26 Jul 2008|10:23pm] |
at home on saturday night
i went to work drinks last night and it was way more fun than i expected, especially when one of the senior managers started buying everyone shots when the bar tab ran out. this was at about midnight and i realised the only people left were me, the receptionist, the managing director and all the british people (professional drinkers) who work for us hahahaha. middle management and CEOs are pussies. and my boss told me to get a taxi home and charge it to work OMG I LOVE WORKING FOR A BANK.
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[22 Jul 2008|10:35pm] |
there's going to be a frost tomorrow morning
so my ebay boots haven't come, does this mean usps sucks more than australia post? o inefficient public services. can't live with you. can't live without you. or can we. no. no we can't.
this winter holiday is really more like what i always wanted summer holidays to be like, because i can do whatever i want whenever i want and i have a bit of money to spend. i'm going to byron next week. oh god i am so excited. i can't wait to see the sugar refinery and that funny old house in grafton and driving through that nice part of kempsey on the hill, and that nice part near the oak factory outside newcastle, and coming in the back way to byron except maybe we won't do that part. i don't know.
i woke up on saturday night drunk and cold and i was shaking so violently i actually woke stephanie up. i have no idea why this happened. i had to employ deep breathing exercises that they give to stressed people in therapy hahaha
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[13 Jul 2008|10:32pm] |
i'm sick of stupid people, there is one person who has been shitting me to tears for the last year or so and i doooooooooon't think i'm going to put up with it anymore. YOU CAN TAKE YOUR SMUG FAT (YES THAT'S RIGHT) LAZY UNGRATEFUL ARSE AND GO TO SLEEP ALLLLLLL DAY AND COMPLAIN TO YOURSELF INSTEAD OF AT EVERYONE ELSE. for fuck's sake. arrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
others are more just confusing and shallow, that's ok, i can deal.
i miss Eamon
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| Writer's Block: Birthmarks, rebirthmarks, etc. |
[09 Jul 2008|12:03pm] |
My mother assures me my birthmark is the brown spot outside the inner corner of my left eye. Where your tears and sleep come out. I have a sneaking suspicion it's a freckle, though.
I have no desire for a birthmark. I look so much like both sides of my family it's pretty obvious I was born to them. Isn't that what birthmarks are supposed to confirm? That they knew you 100% from birth?
A close faimly friend of ours was also born with a birthmark over her left eye. But hers was so big she eventually had it removed.
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[08 Jul 2008|01:07pm] |
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I'm really really fucking tempted to fly to New York in August because E has an apartment in Williamsburg for 10 days. Downside is, this is about as far away as you can get and it's priced accordingly...would probably eat up about half my savings. I'd also miss second week, not that it really matters. Is this a really bad wasteful selfish idea? Or is it brilliant and impulsive and wonderful and in the spirit of youth?
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[06 Jul 2008|09:45pm] |
It's so hard to stay grounded in reality lately
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[28 Jun 2008|12:39pm] |
Eamon called me from San Diego about fifteen minutes ago. He must have been right in some crazy flight path because there were crazy loud plans every thirty seconds. I was kind of worried about him because I had no idea if he'd even arrived there or not. But it's all cool and he's driving to San Francisco soon. My dad was arrested in Texas for driving on the wrong side of the road in 1982. This is what happens when you are from Australia. I hope this doesn't happen to Eamon.
It's bloody cold today so I am going to put some more clothes
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[18 Jun 2008|02:33pm] |
- uni sucks, I thought I was putting in enough work but I guess not...I'm also sorely disappointed with my professors and their lack of effort in communication, clarity, feedback etc. so much for attending a top 50. BOOOOO
- work is good, I am admin whiz extraordinaire, but I can't bloody well do this for the rest of my life
- my head is a mess, I keep having nightmares and exaggerated startle responses = insomnia
- got some awesome vintage boots coming from ebay
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[15 Jun 2008|09:10pm] |
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atonement
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[25 Apr 2008|11:34pm] |
you get told to be thankful about world war 1, but I don't know, I just can't thank all the dead servicemen for dying. I feel more like apologising, like saying 'we have not forgotten what a fucking stupid idea that was', except we have sort of forgotten, haven't we?
it's three years, in twenty-three minutes.
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