My life is nearly complete.
Prospect of moving into The Dream Apartment is becoming more and more likely. Rent's $360/week. New job pays $1,020/week after tax, and I'll be working at The Heritage during nights, which will probably bring me another $500ish/week. Perfect. Affordable. Best.
Also, Kimya fucking Dawson is coming to Australia! 
Could things ( Read more... )

Someone find me a housemate? Who I like? And I can handle living with?
Thanks.

Got my anti-eyebrow.
Parents hate me for it.

 So, tell me what you're doing for Christmas. I'm bored and nosey.

 It was my birthday yesterday ( Read more... )

I think I'm getting a little ill. Stuffy nose, sore throat, coughcoughcough. It always happens around Christmastime, I guess. Let's put it down to the stress. There's an abundance of that around, ripe for the blaming.

That being said, I can't remember the last time I was this happy. It's no secret that, in the month leading up to our break-up, ( Read more... )