The FlatmatesErin (dark hair at the back): The resident heavy metal chick. She only owns black clothes (cotton, mind you), her last boyfriend is the bassist in New Zealand's most popular death metal band and she enjoys the occasional fist fight. She's quite slim but the photo would beg to differ. Merlin (with Erin) is Erin's cat and he's a ( ( Read more... )

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I read the words on the court papers but, at five, understood none of it. "Court ordered therapy," it said ( Read more... )

I've been to Sydney often but I've never played tourist so today, I climbed aboard a tour bus and went trekking about town.

Apparently, Sydney has an aquarium, a museum and an opera house. To discover these, all I needed to do was stop shopping during the day and leave bars at night at a reasonable hour.

Genius!

Whether you're arriving in Wellington, Melbourne, London or Shanghai, there's always a period of adjustment required before you're really prepared to throw yourself into the city ( Read more... )

I was so excited to be back at work, I did the improbable. I wore a tie.

My workmates know that I dress for work to please my morning mood. Some days during the week I even wear non-business pants and shirts that aren't tucked in. Even on non-Fridays. That's right, kids, UNtucked and pushing those boundaries ( Read more... )

Michael: Friend. I took ice cream to his BBQ. Stupidist idea ever. Who combines beer and Neapolitan? A Henderson Spider, anyone ( Read more... )

Michael: Friend. He's having a BBQ on Sunday and I've taken Monday off in preparation. People in the hospitality industry treat Sunday like we treat Saturday ( Read more... )

I ran into someone I slept with over a year ago. As expected, I looked like trash.

Why is it that your body always knows when to pack it all in and go on holiday to Uglyland?

Memo to self: When seeing former fucks, make sure you look fantastic. Not "respectable". Fantastic.

Erin: Flatmate. We purchased the best looking couch today ( Read more... )