my stomach is a tight ball of muscle ( Read more... )

those backpackers are weirdos...
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Went out to the newy last night with the boys ( Read more... )

Wasting it thinking about people who don't think about me ( Read more... )

I'm angry. At the boy who shot those Americans, at the people who didn't notice that he wasn't OK ( Read more... )

each day i laugh, live, love life a little more ( Read more... )

When i'm sober at the moment, I'm not all that happy. Well, content is the word, i guess. Worried about my current state of unemployment perhaps.

But I've had a spate of really bloody good nights.

At the Beach Bash the other night i saw a pissed girl leaning on her boyfriend. As they went to leave, she bends over, grabs a handful of sand from the ( Read more... )

i am just astounded at how i have grown to be 19 and have only just discovered that you can't call leggings leggings. They are to be pronounced leggin's, like a fucking leprachaun has decided to get interested in women's hosiery.

the supre ad says leggin's. the women in the place i used to work called them leggin's. randoms on the street, talk ( Read more... )

i dreamt last night something that i knew i had to draw when i woke up, and do you think i can remember what it was? there were a couple of people in it. it was a scene of some sort. who knows. its so frustrating ( Read more... )

yesterday i spent a perfectly romantic, solitary morning in Fremantle. Took the dress to be dry-cleaned, took the hair thing back to the hairdressers ( Read more... )