Blogging makes you compulsive and weird.

I’ve only been doing this for a fortnight and already I’m writing about my own vomit. Bitch, please. Nobody wants to read that.
Except apparently some people already are. I had kind of hoped that I would have a few weeks to myself to hit my blogging stride: I shuddered to think that people would unwittingly [...]

Milk was a bad choice.

As I bit into a piece of squid tempura this evening, I had a momentary flashback to my last bad battered sea-food experience, referred to variously by my friends as “the time you ate those prawns”, “the time you got really trashed” and “the time Paulina gave you that concussion”. It was all three, but [...]

Karaoke Dokey

I have a long and noble history of chickening out of karaoke, and tonight was no exception. But it was a rather lovely night all the same.
I spent most of the afternoon designing a poster for the Melbourne Model forum that the university is running, and since I am in no way a graphic designer, [...]

What does the sea want, anyway?

Whenever I get a new CD I tend to play it over and over again until I kill it, and then resucitate it a few months down the track. At the moment, I’m slowly leaching the life out of Sarah Blasko’s What the sea wants, the sea shall have , an album that Paulina [...]

An entire hand!

On an entirely unrelated note, there’s a biscuit jar in the kitchen for the first time ever and I just managed to eat five Scotch Finger biscuits without even noticing. This is not good.

I don’t wanna be a pop star tooooooo…

When Paulina and I were living together one of our rituals was to dash home from whatever it was we were doing to watch Neighbours. “Watching” Neighbours involved telling each other what our favourite storylines were, evaluating new characters, howling at particularly bad acting or dialogue, developing lame running gags about certain actors, criticising hair, [...]

Pomegranates!

So that’s what type of tree it is! But how do you tell when a pomegranate is ripe?

Finally! Wardrobes and rain…

Ever since my student-cheapo clothes rail broke under the weight of too many op-shop coats, I’ve been trawling through various Salvos and St Vinnies outlets, looking for an inexpensive wardrobe to replace it. Since I don’t drive, my mum offered to pick me up this morning and take me out for breakfast, and then chauffeur [...]

The Story of an African Farm

Once upon a time I was taking the number 19 into the city. It was a few days after the new year and a few months into a new relationship. On New Years Eve, at midnight, a pillow fight broke out and I had my first New Years Kiss tm as feathers swirled around a [...]

Oh, so lazy.

Spent a very relaxed Sunday by the beach, sketching, making notes, and eating scrambled eggs and grainy bread in the sunshine. Helen and I had a whole lot of painting planned, too, but true to form we both forgot our paints. So it looks like we’ll be going back next week to finish what we [...]