This banana remembers. I pass the pile of envelopes to Sue, explaining what she'll need to do with them, what needs to be entered into the spreadsheet. She listens, offers suggestions, asks questions. And the smallest part of myself wonders, "What am I doing telling this, nice, middle-aged white lady what to do ( Read more... )

It's 10.45pm. The waitress brings over the tea. Dinner at Itto on Bourke St with Big Furry*, a notebook and Drone-A-Matics II and III** in tow ( Read more... )

That's what "S**t! I can't access LiveJournal from work!" looks like when put through Google's translater. Apologies to REAL French speakers.

So...

Poo.

Arse.

Bum.

Farq.

I mean, it's no big deal, sort of. I just like checking in when I damn well want.

And when you're dying under a mountain of med-student queries, it's nice to know that badtattoos_4 ( Read more... )

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Long time no postie and then it's KEYBOARD DIARRHEA. So here is random mindlist.

- Love cars, love ladies, love tattoos. So see Rachel Larratt's blog, an inked hottie and proud owner of a sexy Lotus. The Top Gear boys and I are drooling now. Link nicked from the gorgeous Needled blog.
- While in the land o' big fat girl-crushes... Monica ( Read more... )

I nearly walk past it. Dynamic Tattoo is a clean, bright studio on Richmond's Swan Street. Pretty like a white origami crane, shoji screens seperate the back from the work area ( Read more... )

New job is currently referred to as 'Fucking Cool New Job'. I know it will receive less stellar nicknames as time goes on, but now it is a new baby; one paying a lot more than my previous. There are also one-hour lunchbreaks, obscenely long morning teas and the building is right near wallet-murdering shoe stores (x4), bookstores (x3), a JB Hi-Fi ( Read more... )

There was once a girl, who fell off the edge of the world. She fell through the black and the sharp, parts of her tearing off like old wallpaper ( Read more... )

... but the reality is more butter knife-like. Here' a wee article-thingamoo I wrote for BMEzine ( Read more... )

This afternoon, there were three distinct minutes when I was not tired ( Read more... )