New York City's very pretty in the nighttime...
Here, have a pre-Chrimbo update. Any heavy posts (and believe me, there were a few...) can wait til after Tuesday.
THE GOOD:
*I am writing again. Hallelujer. And yes, I am working on another mournful sex poem, but hey, it's a start.
*Christmas shopping= done and DONE! One more to wrap and that's it. Thank feck.
*My first knitting project in 13 years is finished! And, dang, it is CUTE! Guessing only albauk and roadtomanderlay will care about this. ;)
*Learning to play Fake Tales of San Francisco by the Arctic Monkeys on bass. Joy.
*Less than a month til Big Day Out! *flailsqueewibble*
*lil_chanteuse <3
*blue_tiger25 <3
*blue_tiger25's cooking. That girl's homemade pizza= sex.
*Urinetown, what I saw with Pip last week. So many shades of brilliant. So completely camp, and OTT, and quirky, and sardonic and absolutely hilarious. The Fiddler on the Roof pisstake was my fave. ;P
*Real Groovy has totally got all of Belle and Sebastian's albums in stock. This makes me happy.
*I haven't managed to cop any more bugs this month. *touches something wooden*
THE BAD:
*Hayfever. Urg.
* Flat hunting. Urg. Haven't even started properly looking yet, and it's already got my stomach in knots.
*Trying to make my salary last until the 9th of Jan, when we're paid again (we were paid early, cos of public holidays and stuff). Kinda went a bit crazy on the Christmas presents...
*Latest boy crush has gone back to South Africa over summer. We're not even a couple yet, and I've no idea how he feels about me, and I'm disgusted with myself at how much I miss him. :( *hits self*
*On that note, there are far too many couples in this city. And I spent a bit too much time around couples on my trip to Christchurch than I would have liked. *grumble*
* This angst bothering me again. Bah.
*Can't get another therapy appointment until the end of January.
*Disgusting hair.
*This crime against music keeps getting stuck in my head. And sometimes I even sing along. Ew.
Hmmmm. That's enough bullet points. I'm writing this at work, we have had a champagne brunch, and I'm slighty tiddly. Life is good.
Merry Christmas, fellers.
THE GOOD:
*I am writing again. Hallelujer. And yes, I am working on another mournful sex poem, but hey, it's a start.
*Christmas shopping= done and DONE! One more to wrap and that's it. Thank feck.
*My first knitting project in 13 years is finished! And, dang, it is CUTE! Guessing only albauk and roadtomanderlay will care about this. ;)
*Learning to play Fake Tales of San Francisco by the Arctic Monkeys on bass. Joy.
*Less than a month til Big Day Out! *flailsqueewibble*
*lil_chanteuse <3
*blue_tiger25 <3
*blue_tiger25's cooking. That girl's homemade pizza= sex.
*Urinetown, what I saw with Pip last week. So many shades of brilliant. So completely camp, and OTT, and quirky, and sardonic and absolutely hilarious. The Fiddler on the Roof pisstake was my fave. ;P
*Real Groovy has totally got all of Belle and Sebastian's albums in stock. This makes me happy.
*I haven't managed to cop any more bugs this month. *touches something wooden*
THE BAD:
*Hayfever. Urg.
* Flat hunting. Urg. Haven't even started properly looking yet, and it's already got my stomach in knots.
*Trying to make my salary last until the 9th of Jan, when we're paid again (we were paid early, cos of public holidays and stuff). Kinda went a bit crazy on the Christmas presents...
*Latest boy crush has gone back to South Africa over summer. We're not even a couple yet, and I've no idea how he feels about me, and I'm disgusted with myself at how much I miss him. :( *hits self*
*On that note, there are far too many couples in this city. And I spent a bit too much time around couples on my trip to Christchurch than I would have liked. *grumble*
* This angst bothering me again. Bah.
*Can't get another therapy appointment until the end of January.
*Disgusting hair.
*This crime against music keeps getting stuck in my head. And sometimes I even sing along. Ew.
Hmmmm. That's enough bullet points. I'm writing this at work, we have had a champagne brunch, and I'm slighty tiddly. Life is good.
Merry Christmas, fellers.