with study and casual jobs and govt handouts and scholarships it has taken this long to taste financial insecurity and it tastes like blood on the inside of your mouth. its actually stressful and gives me bad dreams to not have a job and not be sure where the next rent is coming from. but mostly its just weird ( Read more... )

no netball tonight. this day feels colourblind at christmas.

jonathan lethem - your fortress of solitude kicked my ass.
jason molina - the new direction works for me big time.
john lawrence michael patrick eaton - your company is all a boy needs.
jehovahs witness - you are happy with a couple of kids.

in bridgetown the first rain brings the creatures out from their soily habitats. hundreds of milipedes emerge and make their way into our house like an army on a mission of conquest. it's eerie watching them wriggle along the polished pine in the dim light, spreading, searching. for what? dry? heat? light? human flesh ( Read more... )

the bastards brought me down but i used the self-preserving powers of subjective perception to trick myself into thinking it was something i wanted. uh ha. mm hm. here my monitor is. there my dreams go ( Read more... )

with a simple idea came this weight to be lifted ( Read more... )

as is whoever said it is always fun. i think that was me. no, i said netball is life. which is true i guess, there are always some bruises ( Read more... )

day one of no coffee for two weeks: oh my lord the pain.

my new favourite park activity. this one taken on australia day playing with panda, marty and joe. we have plans for a game progressing in a giant lap around hyde park. i can't wait.

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seventies superstition rules out a flat number 13 so the second story park side is rounded out with number 12, a flat occupied by another middle-aged overall-wearing man who drives a ute. in fact i think buddha, wayne and this guy might actually have a little top floor posse going on. i have seen them drinking together at the hydey on occasion and ( Read more... )

wayne, the guy who used to live in my flat, lives at number 14. his real name is gary, gary wayne jenkins. i know because not all of his mail got redirected. gary/wayne - they are both boring names, so i am not so sure i understand the motivation here ( Read more... )