I've been looking everywhere for Vice lately but it seems to have disappeared off the streets of Sydney. I am so totally sad! Slash, drip, etc. I miss it ( Read more... )

As usual, went to uni, watched porn, saw Sharnae, ate cupcake, came home, cooked dinner, got drunk with mother. Still a bit tipsy. Having a mild aneurysm over the dinner party, apparently pork is best, what the fuck am I gonna do with pork? Well as long as it's BONED pork. Because then I can laugh quietly to myself, as I stroke it. And drink. And ( Read more... )

Got up, had coffee, went to work. Jeff isn't returning my calls. I thought he loved me.

Goddamn. I was totally rushing to finish my assignments so I could go to the Mat's place, but then it was sprung on me that I have to stay home and watch the children, and beware of the infant who smiles while sleeping, for surely it plays with Lilith, the night-shrieking taker of small souls ( Read more... )

I am so much better than everyone else. Where can I get good prawns? Not too expensive. And chicken livers! No, not really livers. Sorry to disappoint. But anyways I will be making paella, I am so excitedful! And tonight I am baking CARAMEL MUD CAKE like you ain't nevah seen beh-fo'! It will set your pants on fire, I tell you. I'm just so excited ( Read more... )

POP TARTS! I am so deprived.

Now that I've heard pop tarts are off the market, I really really want one. The unattainable is invariably attractive. I have to paint tonight. I didn't go to uni today so therefore I missed out on cupcake land. Oh nooooo. I'm rather melancholy about it actually. And some other things I'm a tad uh...concerned? About. Which I'm not used to really. ( Read more... )

I don't know, well what I've been doing. Stuff. And then you get thirsty. You need a hard-earned beer, because you are a fat sleazy FUCK. But some of us, only some, need a bottle of rum. Which I drank well only half of, and the boy at the bar sez "YOU, missy, need shoes next time!" alright alright sez I! And smiled like a reeeeeeal wild child, yeah ( Read more... )

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This has been cutting me ever since I heard it, and disagreed, but bit my wagging tongue: look, in my personal opinion, calling pasta "al dente" IS fucking pretentious, okay?! If you are not a connoisseur of pasta, who has spent hours if not days choosing flour and kneading dough and rolling and pressing and cutting the pasta from scratch, by hand ( Read more... )