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Last things last?
Kia ora LJ whānau,
Here it is, my possibly last LiveJournal.com entry (and don't it look spiffy).
Twenty years later and we’re all no doubt a little older, a little rounder and one would hope, an ickle bit _wiser_.
I started this journal at a time when I thought my world was crashing down around me because some online berk “dumped” me. Oh woe was me ( Read more... ) -
You are HERE
Kia Ora, curious traveller!
Thank you for stopping by this wee old vintage LJ. Who would’ve thunk that it would still be here eighteen years down the track?
I don’t really post in _here_ any more. I do sporadically post elsewhere but my online rantings are about as frequent as trains on the Wairarapa line ( Read more... ) -
wanderlust
my life seems to be filled with travel these days and i wouldn't have it any other way ❤️
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a pukeko in a pohutukawa tree
it's been a year and a bit since this blasted thing received an update, albeit a brief one.
lettuce sea.....
• still very much alive (thanks to the kind troll commenter for being so concerned with my welfare. I am OKAY 👍🏻)• happily and blissfully engaged to the love of my life. getting married in the early part of 2016 ( Read more... ) -
the interweb is a funny place
oh you know, especially when that same old LJ friend you've been babbling about on here is actually sitting next to you on the train.
awkward. namely when you want to pipe up and say something but nah.....
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all aboard the 0755
Monday morning, all nearly wrapped up in a pair of huge headphones, red cardigan and tortoiseshell sunglasses.
Front train carriage. There he is, tartan cap, sunglasses and his nose in a book. It's been twelve years since those crazy little late night online conversations occurred.
Wry smile, shrugging of shoulders and a sigh.
No-one uses LJ ( Read more... ) -
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That uncanny awkward moment when an old LJ friend is sitting next to you on the train. Hmm.
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what's your malfunction?
almost hit flirty-six. no regrets and if you've got an issue with me, you can EADC. gearing up for a holiday and exhibiting some photos at a mate's exhibition.
I saw you suited up at Flinders St and wanted to say hi but then I thought to myself "fuck it, you still HATE me anyway'.
