I always counted on attainment accompanied by that lingering sense of unfulfillment, hopefully I’m wrong. I don’t know - maybe I don’t even want it anymore. I do know what I want though. A handspan beyond my reach ( Read more... )

e feat. lizabeth
the liquidation

love list
- fathers and daughters holding hands
- powdery sand
- balcony.
- The mystery Of A Hansom Cab 1887
- aimless wanders
- piers
- salt and healing
- second hand book shops
- Nick Earls.
- goats
- beetroot [i know; i know]
- pretty girls at work
- letters

of which i am less than fond- sunscreen ( Read more... )

Phantom Of The Opera was …
my god
I don’t even have proper words.
Just awe.
… close to orgasmic
Anthony Warlow ~ king of hearts
Even as disfigured, sociopathic musical genius.

I can’t stop singing.
THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA IS HERE … INSIDE YOUR MIND …

Christmas was pleasant, family all well ( Read more... )

today was pleasant; new skirt currently in production.
it's swishy and full and christmas-y [i know, i know] and makes me feel pretty.
my sewing machine is le bitch, but this you know.
novels! novels! *plays with large pile*

( trifling.thing.called.results )

Glennie station’s oddly devoid of scum, … and Ben.
You don’t suppose there is a plot do you?
this would be the time, because the scum is always to be found.
always
but then again, everyone must Christmas shop.
… Curious though ...Have new journal from Cath [Christmas the other night, dinner, KK, table tennis death match, enya .. the usual] it’s ( Read more... )

okay; so.
Mild hysteria - note what happened today.

IN THE LUNCHROOM AT WORK
a conversation between myself and the jailbait son of one of my co-workers [many of the women I work with have families and varicose veins, and subsequently like to bitch, as well as the many people my age] BUT the point is, this boy, he’s 13, blonde and baby faced and ( Read more... )

*overlocks The Fray*
...
with a really sharp bladed overlocker.

and yes i mean the band.

deja vu sleepyhead deja vu

two more days.

long time no see el jae
[but what’s been up man?
How’s your daughter?
Guess what - I’m out to be a father.]
The phone’s fucked and it’s really quite irritating, but on the plus side, neither work nor fucking telemarketers can call me. Self imposed exile.
Well no, not exile, seclusion [or pingitan as our Indonesian friends say, but that’s more the ( Read more... )

( quick.girly.squee )