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So, my sister is going to India to do aid work. It's all rather exciting and I am terribly proud of her. So proud I might explode, a term that, along the same line of reasoning as implode, I am greatly taken with right now ( Read more... )

A wood-paneled caravan
with wood-paneled floors,
wood-paneled cornices,
and wood-paneled doors,
a wood-paneled fridge
I couldn't help but see,
the only thing missing
was a wood-paneled me.

It was my sister’s sixteenth birthday on the weekend, so I shipped her down Friday morning to try on dresses at Maiocchi; we picked her out a lovely one, hand-dyed black lace in strips, strapless. While we were trying to locate her perfect dress it was raining outside. Inside, too. The roof and walls were leaking and we ended up almost ankle deep ( Read more... )

On walking the corridors of St Andrew's Hospital I've realised that it would serve well as the set of a horror movie. It’s quite an old hospital, but, as is true of most old buildings in the area, it has been updated and refurbished over time. There are still remnants and reminders of the past: winding staircases with worn wooden balustrades, old ( Read more... )

Ronnie and I have, for a time, been wondering exactly what &c. meant. Of course, Wikipedia had the answer all along.

"Et cetera, usually abbreviated to etc. (archaic abbreviations include &c. and &/c.) is Latin for "and the others". It is often used to represent the logical continuation of some sort of series of descriptions."

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Last night I joined Ronnie, Sarah Gray, and Woodley for a late dinner at their wonderful home. Sarah was disappointed with how it turned out, but, despite the late hour, I thoroughly enjoyed it, and now I feel like I have the energy to do anything! Chase arrived shortly after and completed our complement ( Read more... )

"A Short Magazine About Perspective" was well worth my time. I may have said it wasn't because it was four and not one hundred pages long, but that was a lie. I'm sorry, Ronnie Scotch. Please know that I am immensely relieved to get this off my chest.

After a disagreement with my balcony, I have exiled myself to the Sunshine Coast. I hope we'll be able to work through our problems, because I really like standing on the balcony and looking out onto the street as I brush my teeth in the morning, but if there's another incident like the one on Sunday night, I may have to refuse its inviting ( Read more... )

On Wednesday 15 February, I turns 7777 days old.
Be at my house from 8pm onwards.
The theme is Minimalism.
Bring party favours.
Email me for details.