I know I should be happy that they're practising violin and not, you know, sitting on a couch somewhere with a needle in their veins and smug expressions on their faces, but c'mon.

Twinkle Twinkle will get you shot, kids.

SNOW! SNOW! SNOW!

I start my spanking new job today and my most sturdy footwear for braving this pile-up of white stuff is a pair of holey chucks. I predict that my feet will get damp. And cold. And probably fall off. Actually, no, no probably about it.

I'm in Cairns, tropical far north Queensland, again. It's raining. It's been raining for a week. I smell musty. The italian boy is still here, we've been driving each other crazy on and off for the past three weeks. At the moment it's off, and he's lovely, walking around our temporary abode in his underwear singing Split Enz. He smells his ( Read more... )

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Proof I've been in New Zealand:


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I'm not usually one to post "OMG I just bought this and this and this" kind of posts, because part of me wishes to believe that I'm not a consumerist pig, and that part is very vocal and says things like "DOWN! CONSUMERIST PIG!" whenever I look at things like.... sheets. But ( Read more... )

Anyone know how I can get rid of the spiders in my car? I hate spiders. I keep feeling little biting sensations on my feet when I'm driving. Ghost spiders! Imaginary spiders! Post-traumatic-stress spiders! The only thing I know to do is to run around with a ruler destroying their webs and calmly reasoning with them to find their own fucking car. If ( Read more... )

1) My survival instinct has kicked in in the wake of 2-week-in-arrears paypackets and general pay fuckups and I have become the queen of schmoozing food from work engagements and beer from complete strangers. The other night I found myself completely engrossed in disgusting drunken conversation with a bald scottish man on a couch in a bar playing ( Read more... )

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I've been back in Melbourne for a week. I had penned me a gushing river of bollocks about how lovely it is to be back, but then my computer turned itself inside and started fucking itself very inconsiderately and the only revenge I could extract was to format the bitch ( Read more... )