A running commentary
Now that I have regained the use of my words, I've found fresh inspiration for my journal entries - in the form of photos.
So, for your viewing pleasure:
This is our cat, Max. So named after Maxwell Smart. As in "smarter than the dog". It's true. It's so confusing, I just call him Cat. He's much bigger now but still tries to climb around in flower pots.
This is my friend, Jess, dining in style at Bellas. She has given the royal assent to this photo, so I can use it here. She's an awesome chick and I love her stacks. (sorry, just channelling some ocka bloke out bush... mate.)
This has got to be the best photo ever of my old mate, Sylvie and I. We were a little bit crazy on, er, Thai food that night.
And to finish, my bestest photo this year, aptly named "Drinks on Peter at Hotel Broadway" - my cousin Joel's 21st.
Somebody stop me! This is fun! Hoodle-woodle-hoody-doo! <--that's me trying to do a sort of... Scooby Doo getting... excited... thing. Oh, go home.
So, for your viewing pleasure:
This is our cat, Max. So named after Maxwell Smart. As in "smarter than the dog". It's true. It's so confusing, I just call him Cat. He's much bigger now but still tries to climb around in flower pots.
This is my friend, Jess, dining in style at Bellas. She has given the royal assent to this photo, so I can use it here. She's an awesome chick and I love her stacks. (sorry, just channelling some ocka bloke out bush... mate.)
This has got to be the best photo ever of my old mate, Sylvie and I. We were a little bit crazy on, er, Thai food that night.
And to finish, my bestest photo this year, aptly named "Drinks on Peter at Hotel Broadway" - my cousin Joel's 21st.
Somebody stop me! This is fun! Hoodle-woodle-hoody-doo! <--that's me trying to do a sort of... Scooby Doo getting... excited... thing. Oh, go home.