I am being moved to another newspaper. To here: http://northern-district-times.whereilive.com.au/ It will be hard news. Investigations, crime and politics. The mood in my office is weird. I don't have the energy to describe it. I guess to surmise: Job cuts, firing, people being moved around, and possibility the paper I am at will close. Rumour, ( Read more... )

Cinquains

Fucking

righteous baby.

I know you are, baby.

But don’t you think that maybe I

am too?

Stranger.

I want to take

your placard of woe and

show you the things in my mind that

save me.

( More, written on the train... )

I hate the people on the train, they stink. They’ve had their morning shit and the stench clings to them, soaks into their suits and business jackets, lingers on their finger-tips and hijacks a ride to their places of work.

For lunch I imagine they will have a curry or tuna or something involving onion and the old stench of the morning will be ( Read more... )

When I am with people I hit the point where I need to be alone and I retreat, retreat. When I am alone I feel almost instant loneliness and get so depressed I can’t even read a book.

Saturday was a secluded beach and tiki-torches, dressing as pirates and roaming in caves. We lit candles and when night hit gathered around the bonfire toasting ( Read more... )

Adelaide's post about Russian fairytales made me wish I had brought my book back to Sydney called 'Russian Short Stories' which I found in a second-hand bookstore somewhere in the UK. I love the simplicity with which Russian short stories are often written and the darkness of life they are unafraid to depict in order to ultimately reveal some kind ( Read more... )

 
My editor likes to leave work early so that she can get some nookie from her boyfriend. She called a meeting at 1.00pm yesterday and asked us if leaving at 1.00pm again for a midday nookie would be taking the piss and we said no and to go get her nookie and in my head I wondered if she was taking the piss by asking us if she was taking the piss. I ( Read more... )

I am wondering if my red leather-bound pretty notebook is tainted because it was given to me by someone who I do not enjoy. I wonder if it will curse me with writers block and cliché every time I open it armed with a pen. It really is very pretty and its blank pages sit to one side of this keyboard, mocking me, taunting.
I once found a pile of ( Read more... )

I feel like I need to get out of here. I want to study medicine. I want to be jobless and drunk. I want to live as Bukowski did, jaded and responsibility-free and hungover. I'm seriously sitting here wanting to run out and hide under my bedcovers. All the great writers understood the benefits of staying under their bedcovers. Well at least, ( Read more... )

It is always kind of awkward when you come home with a boy at 1.00am and your parents are awake and surely your parents know there is only one reason you would bring a boy home at 1.00am. It's not to make tea for him in a pretty tea-pot and to talk about the weather. And there's something odd about doing a guy while you can hear your mum putting ( Read more... )

It will be New Years Day and it will be 39 degrees and I have organised a beach party for that night so see Facebook if you desire to come.
I always wanted to go to a country where the locals dance on the beach at night in a fiesta-like fashion. This desire came to me after reading 'Fiesta - The Sun Also Rises' by Ernest Hemingway. Out of all of ( Read more... )