So. That weekend was apparently Porn Appreciation Weekend in the fine, fine city of Wellington. I have a lot of love for Wellington, despite its inexplicable tendency to give me indigestion. But, I have a Very Cunning Plan to steal the best part of Wellington and keep her all to myself down here ( Read more... )

Normally, the mood I'm in would serve as an unthinking excuse for including all kinds of cusswords in this post, but I am endeavouring to Become a Better Person and all that jazz, so: my day, the G-rated version ( Read more... )

I got my favourite boots fixed, and I am very busy being HELLA SEXY, Y'ALL, with ACDC's "Highway to Hell" blasting out of my computer speakers ( Read more... )

Oh, how I live in interesting times ( Read more... )

I go through phases. Sometimes I want to rule the world, sometimes I want to save it instead ( Read more... )

Public: I am unbreakable! My injuries cannot defeat me. I work! I achieve stuff! I am determined and motivated and a force of GREAT WIKTORY.

Private: Emo-tastic.

*headdesk*

Oh well. I'm going to go find a black t-shirt and make myself an "I heart MUSHROOMS" t-shirt.

I keep forgetting to buy a new pastry brush ( Read more... )

I keep forgetting how good my bedroom looks when tidy. *stares around in awe ( Read more... )

So, you know, February is traditionally time when Christchurch remembers it's supposed to have that summer thing. My head is pounding, I have magical hospital wristbands to here and back. I don't even know what that means. I remember what I was going to say! I have decided to spend the entire day wearing a miniskirt and a bra. I am still too ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning with a vicious lump on my head and blood on my pillow, which caused both distress and some confusion. It has a lot of owie. I seem to be okay, aside from a great deal of whatthefuckery. (Seriously...what the hell? You would think I would wake up for massive head trauma. That reminds me, Imaginary Chick Band is totally ( Read more... )