Sleepy weekend

All this week I’ve been struggling with a cold, and this weekend my body finally gave out. To wit: Friday night I came home, took a three-hour nap, ate dinner, went to sleep. Saturday I woke late, read the papers, had breakfast, read a novel, fell asleep. Sunday I napped all day before meeting Jelly [...]

Argh

At the moment, I’m sitting in the office, waiting for a courier who assured me he’d be here first thing in the morning. I just called the courier company, and a very perky lady informed me that he’d be here between twelve and three, she couldn’t be more specific. Well, I certainly am glad I [...]

Figs!

I wandered into the back yard this morning to take some washing off the line, and apparently the fig trees are covered in almost-ripe fruit. I’m not quite sure how I managed not to notice them before, but it’s a very exciting development nonetheless.
I only acquired a taste for fresh figs after moving into this [...]

Things I have done today (in no particular order)

- Cleaned red wine off the walls.
- Took a shower without first removing the ice from the bathtub. It was tingly and rather refreshing.
- Filled ten garbage bags with empty beer bottles.
- Ate a solo hungover breakfast of pumpkin cornbread, white beans, spinach, relish and eggs. There’s a really good cafe thankfully stumbling distance from [...]

America is fucked, y’all.

Georgia had a friend around tonight to help make a pinata for our party on Saturday, and somehow the three of us ended up sitting on the floor in the lounge room eating pizza dosa and watching So You Think You Can Dance. We were sitting on the floor because Bec got into a fervour [...]

Just kick me in the balls if I ever get that emo again

That is all.

So I may just be single forever.

I had a rather startling realisation last night, as one friend threaded cocktail umbrellas through my hair and another bombarded me with popcorn. Looking around Jelly’s apartment, crowded with people I love, I realised that I am for all intents and purposes dating my friends. The sex is non-existent, but spending so much time with [...]

My feet hurt

My feet hurt because I’ve just come back from the Spiegeltent opening gala, where I danced to bad lounge singing in my second most dangerous heels. My most dangerous heels proved too dangerous when I feel out of them whilst practice-dancing around the kitchen. Shut up, sometimes you need to practice-dance a bit so that [...]

Reviews, in haiku form

HairsprayChristopher Walken:oh, how my heart leaps for yoursuave and sprightly form.
The End of Mr YPhysics, Derridaand really kinky sex: thisis my kind of book.
LifeWants to have it all -quirky lead, hot babe, Zen – butLife sucks Buddha’s balls.
Blue VelvetHelen made me watchas Frank beat poor Dorothy.A young Kyle’s cute, though.John Thomas and Lady JaneNot finished [...]

In which I become nostalgic

So I’m back from Newcastle, hurrah. We rolled in late Monday night, and it was good to see the lights of Melbourne twinkling in the distance. I get these vast feelings of parochialism whenever I come back to M-town from another part of the country – parochialism tinged with relief. Note: I have never experienced [...]