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dear diary,
this time last year I was on a plane to London, testing positive twice for explosives, jammed next to the smelly drunk man for 12 hours...ahh the memories. time flies when you spend half a year wanting to be anywhere but back here. but stock up on garlic chicken and blow up the bed piefi because I will be back soon (and i mean it, because your bestie got a payrise).
i'll be glad once I have actually saved enough to print out my photos and have something tangible other than the small debt I still owe the mother. Melbourne has been a lot nicer to me since I got my job; which for the record and for those of you playing at home, I still have. my boss and I have come to an unspoken mutual agreement to just be friends after he went and got himself somewhat of a serious girlfriend. i'm actually glad I still have a job at all given the sheer stupidity I display on a daily basis; such as trying to get the office car out of the carpark with my foot on the brake and wondering why i wasn't getting far, strong gusts of wind seeing a lot of confidential information flying down bourke st and me deciding I don't get paid enough to run after it, and getting the giggles over the size of a random dead males penis. there's actually nothing funny at all about being murdered, let's all remember that.
there's been a lot of gts as of late and I haven't had time to write about them, besides the fact that livejournal is evidently ova. the dora mah family have taken over my life and I am very grateful for it, though I wonder how many more weekends I can spend with the same people without a court order being put in place telling me to keep my distance. I got munted. a fair bit. I became dangerously obsessed with ebay. I went to 30 seconds to mars, brown alley, werribee, brown alley, goo, switch, goldfingers, the footy, brown alley, and Lex and I had a 2 night drug-fueled orgy with alexisonfire. Katie Batman saved my life.
I've also decided that Thomas from big brother makes my skin crawl and i do not have the time of day for people that still use ":oP" whilst on the internet.
love,
ebonie
ps: go cats
this time last year I was on a plane to London, testing positive twice for explosives, jammed next to the smelly drunk man for 12 hours...ahh the memories. time flies when you spend half a year wanting to be anywhere but back here. but stock up on garlic chicken and blow up the bed piefi because I will be back soon (and i mean it, because your bestie got a payrise).
i'll be glad once I have actually saved enough to print out my photos and have something tangible other than the small debt I still owe the mother. Melbourne has been a lot nicer to me since I got my job; which for the record and for those of you playing at home, I still have. my boss and I have come to an unspoken mutual agreement to just be friends after he went and got himself somewhat of a serious girlfriend. i'm actually glad I still have a job at all given the sheer stupidity I display on a daily basis; such as trying to get the office car out of the carpark with my foot on the brake and wondering why i wasn't getting far, strong gusts of wind seeing a lot of confidential information flying down bourke st and me deciding I don't get paid enough to run after it, and getting the giggles over the size of a random dead males penis. there's actually nothing funny at all about being murdered, let's all remember that.
there's been a lot of gts as of late and I haven't had time to write about them, besides the fact that livejournal is evidently ova. the dora mah family have taken over my life and I am very grateful for it, though I wonder how many more weekends I can spend with the same people without a court order being put in place telling me to keep my distance. I got munted. a fair bit. I became dangerously obsessed with ebay. I went to 30 seconds to mars, brown alley, werribee, brown alley, goo, switch, goldfingers, the footy, brown alley, and Lex and I had a 2 night drug-fueled orgy with alexisonfire. Katie Batman saved my life.
I've also decided that Thomas from big brother makes my skin crawl and i do not have the time of day for people that still use ":oP" whilst on the internet.
love,
ebonie
ps: go cats