for valentines day, a 3 year old girl called molly cut out a love heart and wrote her name on it and gave it to me, a 3 and a half year old boy named luka told me i was his favourite storytime lady, and a 2 year old boy called drew told me he named his fish after me

i guess it could have been worse

tv

all saints is the best tv show in the whole world ever

except for never mind the buzzcocks

mark priestly seriously wants me

as does simon amstell


doesnt matter a bit that he's gay

you

make

me

so

mad

when i was in france i got very angry. people were smoking everywhere. in shops, in restaurants, everywhere! how dare you smoke near me! i thought, i am trying to enjoy my croissants beurre, or ....rectangular shaped croissant thing with chocolate in the middle, and you are smoking!

and then tom reminded me that they're allowed to

but then today, i found out that the government has now banned smoking in all public places, which limits people to smoking in their homes.

my croissants will taste so much better next time :)

e jokes

why did the chicken cross the road?

well, its one word, and its something about a banana and something about a chicken

its cos the chicken wanted a banana

big day out

i think

that this will be my tenth big day out

and since i know you cant read that, i'll spell it out for you. in order but a lot overlap so i'll just see how i feel at the time

poly and the statics
antony of the future
clue to kalo
sleepy jackson
fire! santa rosa fire!
sleepy jackson
eskimo joe
little birdy
the vines
john butler trio
kasabian
the killers
jet
mere theory
something for kate
bob evans
muse
you am i
the audreys
the presets
violent femmes

plus dj ian maiden playing the cockrockingrock!

and that big blue blob? that was my chemical romance. they cried too much and drowned in a puddle of their owns tears

here is where i will be all day today

wincing the night away

well

it seems there are spies everywhere. good ol adelaide. love this place to pieces! what i love the best is how someone knows someone who knows someone who knows you! and that person used to live next door to your hairdressers sister, who went to school with that guy you pashed, so you'd better not mention him to the guy who delivers the junk mail or someone will call someone and tell them aaaaaaall about it.


how about, if you have a problem with what i write about, you tell me. i clearly have a comments section, i clearly have a contact me button, its not that hard

fuggers

you're lucky i'd already swallowed my cup of tea, go fug yourself

"Do you really want to be riding bareback on this particular wang carousel"

le bored

check out the french i picked up while i was overseas. too bad i didnt bring the frenchboy back with me, AND NOW HE"S NOT ANSWERING HIS PHONE! rude.

my how easily sidetracked i can get...

it is precisely 2:34 pm on australia day and im listeing to the hottest 100 on the internets. aaah, technology.

quite quite bored. so far, the most exciting thing that has happened is that i picked my scabs and then i bled for a little while, so i got to play with some peroxide and kill germs in a fuzzy bubbling foam. the boys have attempted outside and found its too hot, so they've camped out in front of abc2 which, may i say, is a great channel. earlier this week i had the shock of my life when i sat down to abc2 to see they were replaying one of my favourite shows, and found out that race around the world started 10 years ago. which also means that 10 years ago i was seeing raymond, working at bunnings mile end garden centre, and perving on personimustnevermention.

which means....

when we met, his current girlfriend wasnt much older than xans is now...the things you learn, huh

so tonight, im home as well, but tomorrow night i'll be out on the town. how about you?

there are moments when the love you have hits you harder than you think you can bare

mum...can i tell you something?
of course you can
the funniest thing....ever...that i know....
ok
when someones walking away and .....snore....
you're the funniest little man
snore...giggle...snore
i love you

i love you mum

It's all very beautiful and quite sad
How I keep talking about you
It seems I could lose all I ever had
Except for my thoughts about me and you

Now I wouldn't mind being on your knee
But you said no and it's fine with me baby
I'm not taking chances oh no not me
This is the way it'll have to be

I guess it's true what my sister said
Not giving up though I said I would
Cause there's really only one thing I know how to do
You know now here is what I do

I'll be cryin' for you
I'll be cryin' for you

... but I'll save my dreams till I get old
I might need them some day
And I stay awake till the morning comes
I won't be waiting for them today

stina nordenstam

ok

so the stupid cat saga is finally over (i think).

i picked banjo up from the vet on thursday afternoon. she'd been given anti-venom and been on a drip all night, and when they handed her back to me she seemed so small and quiet. for those of you who know banjo, small you my understand, quiet? no, not so much.

as i walked out the door i was told that she had licked her arm where the drip was, where they'd just put some anti-sticky-stuff so the tape wouldnt pull her fur out. 'it tastes really yucky', they said.

ok, whatever. my cat isnt dead, im going home.

except that when i got her home she started foaming at the mouth, so much so that she looked as if she had a beard. and along with her beard was the facial movements and sounds of someone who doesnt like peanut butter, and has some stuck to the roof of their mouth and they cant get it off. and add to that the fact that she still couldnt walk properly, and was moving in the cat equivalent to an old crouched over man who needs a walking frame, except that he's forgotten his walking frame (prolly because of the peanut butter stuck to the roof of his mouth), but he's soldiering on anyhow.

so crouchycrawlybeardcat and i stared at each other for the rest of hursday until i went to see pans labyrinth* with brett.

oh

my

god

go and see this film. just do it. dont think about it. dont try and see if you can fit it in to your busy schedule. just go and see the film now.

wonderful and cruel, beautiful and violent, there is so much in this movie. you must see it.

if you need someone to go with, let me know. im more than happy to go again.

*not to be confused with davis bowies labyrinth, although this guy looks a little bit like the helping hands sarah gets caught by when she thinks she's figured out the 'one of us always tells the truth, and one of us always lies' riddle.

except i dont think they eat faeries or children


last night i went to the mars bar for kristins hens night. never been there before. was quite a good night. somehow it ended up with some drummer from some band covered in blood and boys brimming with testosterone, walking around with their chests sticking out, and kim in the boot of a hatchback, but it was all good