Apr 19, 2008 15:36
the lucksmiths sold out because we all know they are the australian version of belle & sebastian, and even more reclusive. however I wasn't too fussed, since I managed to down the cocktail I'd been craving for so long. kuletos ftw.
early this morning: curled up in bed with humyara. fell asleep ten minutes into trainspotting. woke up to find she'd stolen all the blankets, pillow creases across the back of my legs. I kicked her and she went home. dreamt that zombies scratched at my bedroom windows, while my front teeth gently disintegrated - when I swill my mouth, I can feel tooth-crumbs rattling against my molars.
twelve hours later it's still cold, so I drank five cups of tea, and made and ate about a litre of soup. maybe I feel a bit ill; excuse me while I throw up and take a bath.
apparently I am a difficult person. really?
(also twice now I have seen people spell 'totes' like 'toats'. why on earth. it makes me think of toast with jam and other breakfast condiments.)