A Short Set of Rules to Live By ( Read more... )

I decided to have a quiet one as I have to be up bright and early tomorrow morning to head to the seaside, to bask and frolic in grey-ish blue swirling waters and to drink in local pubs. Paddy is currently in town on business, and in true bitches-with-careers (and disposable incomes) style, I decided to take her to Supper Club, as opposed to Hell' ( Read more... )

Eugh. Feel awful ( Read more... )

Articulation is a bitch ( Read more... )

I think I can now officially call myself a Melburnian as I attended my first AFL game on Saturday afternoon, and have entered my first footy tipping competition (however, due to the Salvos being a gamble-free area, all tipping must be done across the street in the 7/11 carpark).  Melissa, my lovely co-worker, is an insane Collingwood supporter, and ( Read more... )

Pat Benatar's Love is a Battlefield has made high rotation on Jennifer Sound (my iPod with crappy headphones as my ears are too small for regular run of the mill headphones - count your blessings kids ( Read more... )

In some preteen, Dear Diary, twirling my hair around my finger, Corey Haim is so dreamy sort of fashion, I feel that the following should be stated: everything is breaking my heart. The onset of winter has always had this disasterous ability to remind me how incredibly lonely I am, and how much I yearn for butterflies, bed-buddies and intimacy. ( Read more... )

My Great Aunt Jane died this morning. I awoke in a groggy haze to a phone call from my mother in Colorado bearing the bad news. My Great Uncle Max is not intending to hold a funeral, or a ceremony of any description. He is driving down to Finley from Toledo and has planned to have her buried at the Powell family plot, next to his parents ( ( Read more... )

Those who know me well are aware of the fact that I'm prone to go through phases, usually characterised by obsessively consuming one thing or immersing myself in one activity for a period of time. That period of time typically ranges from a week to a month, and ensures, to some degree, that I'll play the part of a recluse and shut myself away for ( Read more... )

I’ve had a mixed twenty-second birthday. For the greater part, it was excellent; I was taken out for lunch on Friday, had a party at our office thrown by co-workers and after-work drinks at the Mountain Goat Brewery, as well as having dinner at Shanghai and drinks at Prudence with friends last night. The events that have clouded this fun roughly ( Read more... )