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Yeah it's true. I was kissed by Stefan Olsdal, the bassist/guitarist from Placebo on saturday night in a non-descript gay club after their gig. Oh... oh my fucking god. I nearly passed out! Yep, there was tongue alright.

Go baby go!!

I've recently solved another piece of the puzzle. A revelation of sorts born out of a panoramic perception of the world, or more specifically the effects I have on it. No that's wrong, actually. What I mean is I'm beginning to see me as the person I think I'm becoming. I think it's going to be ok after all, it's going to be all right ( Read more... )

Long ago ( Read more... )

I was asked not to bother. I won't ( Read more... )

Nearly forget how empty this place is. Going up to Sydney reminds me of the wide world outside, and all my senses hone in on every detail, all the noises and lights, and the bustling crowds, good times. Also, inflated sense of self confidence due to newly found driving skills, it's not as scary as I thought. Minor casualty, lost my voice, after ( Read more... )

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It's official...

I'm a trashbag!
That ought'a learn me fer drinking cocktails in the middle of the week! Work was death, buckets and buckets of death... *shudder*

It was huge ( Read more... )

Our little trips up to Sydney are becoming more and more frequent, and i'm increasingly becoming aware of the need for change. To be plunged out of my depth and into something crushingly real, to get out of this day dream ( Read more... )