My job can suck my penis.

I think I'm about to get fired.

In which case I'd like to officially state, for the record, that the company for which I work is about to commit massive insurance fraud of the accidentally-on-purpose-fire-in-the-warehouse variety.

If I get fired, I'm going public.

The end.

New York i love you...

Yeah, so two weeks today I'll be in New York.

Bought an awfully nice shirt today. Going to buy more in New York.

Who gives a fuck about uni when you can buy bagels from Jewish people?

I think it might be happening again.

Last year, I (almost) went to Sweden on an impulse.

Just got my tax return, and discovered Delta Airlines have some awful cheap flights next week.

...New York, anyone?

M.

The other day I cleaned my house like a maniac whilst listening to the hottest 100.

Now it is absolutely trashed. Harry threw a box of empty bottles at John. John threw a fan heater at him.

I love my friends.

I'm really drunk and I have a shoot for Oyster tomorrow. I've also got a shoot for something else later this month. Funtimes.

Harry is asleep somewhere in my house but I can't find him.

You're beautiful but your old life was shit.

I cannot wait to have money.

I'm so, so sick of living from Friday to Tuesday every week on zero dollars. I went shopping with Aaron the other night and he bought a three hundred dollar scarf. I wore it to the Oxford Art Factory. It was great. I felt awesome. I just want to be able to save money and purchase something and have something to show for working. I got nothing.

On the topic of Aaron he's managed to get me into a shoot for somethingorother magazine. I'd like to do stuff like that. I'm good at it. Ironically there's no money in it at all.

Story of my life really.

Wha happened?

Today:
Woke. Ate three pieces of toast for breakfast.
Worked. Sold some crap to some people. Not very much though.
Ate lunch with Declan and his sister.
Bought a really nice pair of jeans and a scarf.
Procured supplies for the weekend.
Came home.
Realised phone bill is due tomorrow. Realised I don't have enough money for phone bill.
Regreted jeans, not the scarf. Then neither. Who cares about overdraw.
Visited friend working on King St.
Finally worked up the nerve to go into my housemates room (she's moved out). Discovered that it's easily twice the size of my room, has heating and a verandah.
Resolved to set alarm half an hour early tomorrow so I can go have a chat to the housing people re: that room.
Went to Capoeira.
Sung Brazilian folk till I literally couldn't any more.
Went to Sushi Train.
Came home.
Had a shower.
Updated my blog.
Slept?

You are beautiful but you talk too much.

I'm really stoned.




Declan is in a snowglobe.

That is all.

Still holding hands through the catflap.

I had the laziest day today. Smoked too much, ate only burritos and pizza, and drank way too many coffees. I feel like I'm living in a haze.

I feel so self indulgent every time I post half-baked internet philosophies on life on here. Sorry.

Still, though, if I had the choice, I'd change my hand.

That makes me as angry as seeing Katy Perry in an Agatha Ruiz de la Prada.
As if that whore understands what she's wearing.

Hello.

Hello.

Writer's block.
Unable to get high tonight, we retreated to watch the last episode of skins on my living room floor from a bed made of pillows. To my left all the ingredients necessary to make lemon lime and bitters sans lemon. To my right a barely sufficient twenty watt heater.

Went to OAF last night. Snuck in to a sold out Yves Klein Blue by drawing stamps on our wrists.

My life is proper ridiculous.

Amazing that such a fox can fail at life.

I'm down in Wollongong again after the onslaught of drink and drugs and people leaving on jet planes.

I need to start updating this more often because I forget about stuff that happens or I choose not to post it because I don't want to. Most of the people that read this know about what happens anyway.

I've been a bit down lately. There's a tendancy to attribute it to a single event but it's actually got next to nothing to do with that event.

And whilst having your two best friends muntedly crashing your bedroom at two in the morning might not be such fun at the time in retrospect it gives you some fun memories to look at.

I don't know what I'm going to do with those memories though.