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It’s a quiet day at work. Its actually warm for once today. I have spent the majority of my day feeling slightly overheated at my desk, browsing Etsy, and applying my new and delicious plum and vanilla Blistex chap stick to my windswept lips.
Last night Nic and I watched Stranger Than Fiction. I was expecting it to be horrid, as anything I’ve ever seen with Will Ferrel in it has been horrid, but it was really good! It was totes like when Jim Carrey was in Eternal Sunshine, and he wasn’t crap and neurotic as per usual. I liked Emma Thompson in it too. Also, all the talk of muffins and cookies made me want to hold a bake off (Mish?)
We made lasagne last night, it was tres tasty. We made enough to feed most of Newtown, but we wont because I hate most of Newtown.
Speaking of hating, I’m currently less than enthused about S.I.L.K. What started off as a fun endeavour has turned out to be more like a not fun, stressful, anxiety attack-enducing crapfest.
I am constantly being nagged, called at all hours of the day, and ordered around, and made to do everyone’s dirty work. It is just NOT fun right now. I’m thinking of cashing it all in for a more relaxed, all girl, nice band. Like, maybe some hippy folk group, or a church choir? Perhaps I’m exaggerating, and I seem to be the only one stressing, maybe I’m crazy?? Probz.
In other news, trust me to suddenly desire everything in Mimco, Sportsgirl, Etsy, Josh Goot for Target, Urban Outfitters, American Apparel, and Glebe Markets, when I’ve run out of money. Why couldn’t this have happened last month, when I was rolling in dough?
I can’t wait to get paid from Getty Images, for all of the above, though I want to spend a lot of that on Supre tshirts for screenprinting.
I can’t wait to get paid also so I can join a gym, as swimming is so undesirable this season. You should see me, I’m turning into a hefer. I don’t usually weigh myself, ever, but there is this evil scale in the female toilets here (why would you put a scale in a public toilet?!?) and it was beckoning me when I was in there today so I weighed myself, and now my life is over.
The end.
It’s a quiet day at work. Its actually warm for once today. I have spent the majority of my day feeling slightly overheated at my desk, browsing Etsy, and applying my new and delicious plum and vanilla Blistex chap stick to my windswept lips.
Last night Nic and I watched Stranger Than Fiction. I was expecting it to be horrid, as anything I’ve ever seen with Will Ferrel in it has been horrid, but it was really good! It was totes like when Jim Carrey was in Eternal Sunshine, and he wasn’t crap and neurotic as per usual. I liked Emma Thompson in it too. Also, all the talk of muffins and cookies made me want to hold a bake off (Mish?)
We made lasagne last night, it was tres tasty. We made enough to feed most of Newtown, but we wont because I hate most of Newtown.
Speaking of hating, I’m currently less than enthused about S.I.L.K. What started off as a fun endeavour has turned out to be more like a not fun, stressful, anxiety attack-enducing crapfest.
I am constantly being nagged, called at all hours of the day, and ordered around, and made to do everyone’s dirty work. It is just NOT fun right now. I’m thinking of cashing it all in for a more relaxed, all girl, nice band. Like, maybe some hippy folk group, or a church choir? Perhaps I’m exaggerating, and I seem to be the only one stressing, maybe I’m crazy?? Probz.
In other news, trust me to suddenly desire everything in Mimco, Sportsgirl, Etsy, Josh Goot for Target, Urban Outfitters, American Apparel, and Glebe Markets, when I’ve run out of money. Why couldn’t this have happened last month, when I was rolling in dough?
I can’t wait to get paid from Getty Images, for all of the above, though I want to spend a lot of that on Supre tshirts for screenprinting.
I can’t wait to get paid also so I can join a gym, as swimming is so undesirable this season. You should see me, I’m turning into a hefer. I don’t usually weigh myself, ever, but there is this evil scale in the female toilets here (why would you put a scale in a public toilet?!?) and it was beckoning me when I was in there today so I weighed myself, and now my life is over.
The end.