thoughts on a monday night
remember i said long ago that if damien rice ever came to sydney, i would totally pay good money to see him?
it's funny how you can say things like that and not even give a thought about it after, and out of the blue, it happens. a couple of months ago, a co-worker and i bought tickets to see him (i would've coerced my sister to go should he have declined my invitation. and no it wasn't a date).
so yes, damien rice at the enmore theatre. it was celestial as expected. i am completely enamored with him. why do scrawny men with guitars who sing folky songs enchant me so.
as much as i shouldn't have, and it pains me to say this, i was thinking about other things that night. things like how i should be here with you. ok, am now feeling like a complete idiot.
there was a delightful turn of MSN events tonight. i had come home from work feeling absolutely shit and was in no position to be nice to anyone at all. one thing for sure, it feels nice to be noticed. that's right, even when behind the screen you're nursing a pimple which has decided to invade your self-esteem for the next few days and you feel fat from just wolfing down a greasy plate of pad-see-ew (although i had requested it to be cooked with less oil, i don't think they ever listen to me).
last question for the night, do i sound like a 23 year old? people who know me are not allowed to respond.
oh yeah, how could i forget to pass commentary on oscar results. the queen should've won best original screenplay. i liked little miss sunshine, but i appreciate the writing more on the queen. also, an inconvenient truth. no surprises there. can everyone please recycle already?
it's funny how you can say things like that and not even give a thought about it after, and out of the blue, it happens. a couple of months ago, a co-worker and i bought tickets to see him (i would've coerced my sister to go should he have declined my invitation. and no it wasn't a date).
so yes, damien rice at the enmore theatre. it was celestial as expected. i am completely enamored with him. why do scrawny men with guitars who sing folky songs enchant me so.
as much as i shouldn't have, and it pains me to say this, i was thinking about other things that night. things like how i should be here with you. ok, am now feeling like a complete idiot.
there was a delightful turn of MSN events tonight. i had come home from work feeling absolutely shit and was in no position to be nice to anyone at all. one thing for sure, it feels nice to be noticed. that's right, even when behind the screen you're nursing a pimple which has decided to invade your self-esteem for the next few days and you feel fat from just wolfing down a greasy plate of pad-see-ew (although i had requested it to be cooked with less oil, i don't think they ever listen to me).
last question for the night, do i sound like a 23 year old? people who know me are not allowed to respond.
oh yeah, how could i forget to pass commentary on oscar results. the queen should've won best original screenplay. i liked little miss sunshine, but i appreciate the writing more on the queen. also, an inconvenient truth. no surprises there. can everyone please recycle already?