Back to Livejournal because it's the place I don't feel like I need to hide. We lost our dog Charlie a few weeks ago. He was 18, so he had a really good innings, but of course that means nothing when you love someone. He was the best dog. So sweet, so gentle. Little dogs like him have the reputation for being yappy and ill-tempered, but he was the ( Read more... )

I think I'm struggling with depression. That's a tough realisation for someone like me to make. I've felt a cloud over me when I was a teen or in my early 20s, but for so many years I've been light and sunshine. Too happy if anything ( Read more... )

Whenever things really matter and I need to write them down, Livejournal is the place I want to turn. Facebook has a much bigger audience, but the last thing I want is to hear a lot of sympathy from people who don't really know me. The last thing I want is people hitting me up on IM to talk about it, because I don't want to talk about it. I want to ( Read more... )

This post is adapted from my music blog Sounds of Oz. I felt considering the way I feel, how personal this all is to me, it really deserved a place here too ( Read more... )

It feels like one-step forward, five steps back with the parents at the moment. Dad came around on Monday because our dining room ceiling was leaking. I thought this was massive progress. While the conversation was incredibly awkward, I made it and thought things were mending. I thought perhaps he'd even come around on Wednesday, their usual day to ( Read more... )

I love being around Livejournal again. I was reading back and realising how much bigger it all is than Facebook. I can't possibly express myself over there. The audience is too large and the space for expression is too small. And whether anyone hears you depends on algorithms that I don't quite understand ( Read more... )

I can hardly believe it's been nine months since I wrote here. I think I started to back away from Livejournal ironically after I made some new "friends." I was kind of stoked that I got some comments from new people who wanted to get to know me, but as I was reading through their posts I didn't feel like we had all that much in common. And they ( Read more... )

Holy shit. Since February Livejournal? Really. That's just terrible. I think when you're a writer for a job you spend so much time writing there that writing for yourself slips away. When I do write for myself lately I've been emailing a guy called Bill. He was one of my Copypress colleagues and we discovered we both had a shared love of ( Read more... )

I keep turning a situation that occurred last night over in my mind, so I figure perhaps it's smart to write it out. Since RollerFit moved to its new home at Niagara Park, about 35 minutes from my house, I've been carpooling with a girl called Rochelle who lives in the neighbouring suburb. We've been making small talk in the car, nothing too earth ( Read more... )

This morning a woman rang my doorbell enquiring after the catalogue that was left on my doorstep. It was one of those homewares catalogues full of useless crap that people leave on your doorstep and collect days later. It was there yesterday I think, but couldn't really shed any light on its whereabouts. Anyway, I noticed there were some store ( Read more... )