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So! In light of how little time I have left of being emotionally stable
socially fulfilled and
mentally healthy
I thought I would good to implement
Copping Mechanism One:
Living in the past!
Tuesday was a good day. I dropped out of music thing (okay, so that wasn't the high point). Then txt Geoff to meet up somewhere. And he's all 'nahhhhh' come to my place. Because I can totally tell by osmosis where he lives.
Anyway, got on the tram. We found each other fairly easily, seeing as I wasn't paying attention and missed my stop (that he was pretty darn vague about). On the corner with Brunswick Town Hall. And then we did what any hip cat would do: Savers!
It was a lark.
Geoff trying on all the most tasteless suit jackets. That were made cooler as they only reached about halfway down his forearm.
I gotta Big Day Out 2003 t-shirt.
He got a cocktail mixer.
We wandered and did an assortment of similar things. Which involved Geoff speaking a lot of (psuedo?) French. And Super Villan. And then a tram to his.
Which was a mess. There wasn't enough room on the kitchen bench for my coffee mug.
But still ace. There were these little notes left around the house. On bedroom doors ('I dig so much I'm calling the council to check for gas lines' and something about every day being Thursday).
On the couch outside I lay with my head in his lap and we talked about stuff.
Occasionally one of his house-mates, Phil, came out for a smoke. He was writing something on his piano for a string octet about being on acid.
Was meant to be home for dinner. Geoff walked me to the tram stop. We sang No Children on the way (he saw The Mountain Goats live the other week. Bastard).
My train was canceled, so I visited Ryan and we had ice cream. And Steve (EWF) was there and he's said 'Hey Kat.'
Score! (I get that doesn't make any sense to all but me)
Then Connex completely fucking screwed up. But I'm hungry now so I'm just gunna cut and paste:
Lar: This band is my new favourite thing. You're lucky I'm burning you a copy.
kat: I sure am. What band would that be?
Lar: The Veils. I got mum to drive me twenty minutes so I could buy it.
kat: It was good of her to consent. My folks didn't even bother the ride to Oakleigh when the trains fucked up and I was stranded there last night :P
Lar: ....what?!
Lar: explain, miss.
kat: No! That shall take away from the dramatic-soundingness of it all. I got home in the end. A fire-twirler, a bus, a cigarette, a train and several hours later.
Yea.
socially fulfilled and
mentally healthy
I thought I would good to implement
Copping Mechanism One:
Living in the past!
Tuesday was a good day. I dropped out of music thing (okay, so that wasn't the high point). Then txt Geoff to meet up somewhere. And he's all 'nahhhhh' come to my place. Because I can totally tell by osmosis where he lives.
Anyway, got on the tram. We found each other fairly easily, seeing as I wasn't paying attention and missed my stop (that he was pretty darn vague about). On the corner with Brunswick Town Hall. And then we did what any hip cat would do: Savers!
It was a lark.
Geoff trying on all the most tasteless suit jackets. That were made cooler as they only reached about halfway down his forearm.
I gotta Big Day Out 2003 t-shirt.
He got a cocktail mixer.
We wandered and did an assortment of similar things. Which involved Geoff speaking a lot of (psuedo?) French. And Super Villan. And then a tram to his.
Which was a mess. There wasn't enough room on the kitchen bench for my coffee mug.
But still ace. There were these little notes left around the house. On bedroom doors ('I dig so much I'm calling the council to check for gas lines' and something about every day being Thursday).
On the couch outside I lay with my head in his lap and we talked about stuff.
Occasionally one of his house-mates, Phil, came out for a smoke. He was writing something on his piano for a string octet about being on acid.
Was meant to be home for dinner. Geoff walked me to the tram stop. We sang No Children on the way (he saw The Mountain Goats live the other week. Bastard).
My train was canceled, so I visited Ryan and we had ice cream. And Steve (EWF) was there and he's said 'Hey Kat.'
Score! (I get that doesn't make any sense to all but me)
Then Connex completely fucking screwed up. But I'm hungry now so I'm just gunna cut and paste:
Lar: This band is my new favourite thing. You're lucky I'm burning you a copy.
kat: I sure am. What band would that be?
Lar: The Veils. I got mum to drive me twenty minutes so I could buy it.
kat: It was good of her to consent. My folks didn't even bother the ride to Oakleigh when the trains fucked up and I was stranded there last night :P
Lar: ....what?!
Lar: explain, miss.
kat: No! That shall take away from the dramatic-soundingness of it all. I got home in the end. A fire-twirler, a bus, a cigarette, a train and several hours later.
Yea.