There is a goddess of dirt, of human dirt, sharing germs. She is the one who wrote that letter to the editor rhetorically asking what we did before bottled water. She loves to drink from a fountain that someone else just put their germs on. She never washes the pesticides off apples from the supermarket and is happy if someone else has touched it ( Read more... )

I'm listening to a song that has a great, odd blend of associations: Melbourne in Victorian times, Cajun America in the 1930s, grungy basement record stores, unbearable heat and disasterous bushfires, splendid ornate decor, underground comics in the 70s, natural history museums, coriander leaf salad and bread with balsamic vinegar, hedonistic hotel ( Read more... )

I feel like I did a good job of regenerating and being creative this weekend ( Read more... )

Thank goodness - my heart has scabbed over!

CDs used to be kind of precious objects. People used them, and the little booklets full of lyrics and artwork were treasured, even though those aspects were just kind of leftovers from the days of records. Now the stupid shitty jewel cases just take up too much space, and even the CDs themselves seem like junk that should just be transferred into ( Read more... )

you know, i am still over-thinking things. But the breakup is not so bad. He's being good about it and we still talk a little bit. I have never ended up as "friends" with an ex before. Maybe it's not so bad...

... and it really makes me want to fly back to Australia when I get a vacation.

Uzza-Buzza ( Read more... )

I feel like an asshole. I just broke up with my boyfriend... he could tell I was hesitant to commit to seeing him again, whether he came here or I went to Australia. So I was honest with him ( Read more... )

It's spring, and I'm living in the house I grew up in. I'm reminded of family barbeques, gleeful school days, the feeling of having a crush, mowing lawns, lazing around the house, and all that bullshit. It gives me an uneasy feeling. I don't really like it.

Oh my god. I had a dream that I was still in high school, and an assignment was due - too late for me to ever finish it. Then my art teacher pulled a plug that drained the water out of the ocean (in a limited area close to shore). The people who lived there were surprised, but said, "We've all had to pull that plug once for one reason or another". ( Read more... )