ME WANTEY.

This is for "all the blog entries you write but never post".

Yep.

I always find blog posts that are simply song lyrics incredibly self-absorbed (unless there's an incredibly good reason).

But for the record there'd be a whole lot of Nude by Radiohead sprayed across here right now.

MMMMMMMMM I don't know.

Dolce and Gabbana - Time

Don't get angry at me.

But the less you speak the more you'll hear.

What I did today.

My spleen is the size of Brazil. I'm not allowed drink, drugs, sex, exercise, rock and roll, or anything that could be viewed as being entertaining in any way.

On the other hand, I've been catching up on my duct tape work. Done two Melbourne cup dresses, a "fragile" sticker ra-ra skirt with a bodiced woven top and a ridiculous fascinator and a fluro orange bobble skirt with a bandage fifth-element top. It's cool. I think. Maybe.

I just want to go home.

One week.

Spent the morning in hospital capping off a lovely week in Wollongong.

In Sydney dates were had, friends were made, girls were lost and found. Lines were had with bands in bathrobes. Oxford Arts cost five dollars and a friend of friend died.

I've got a season of 30 Rock and a season of How I Met Your Mother and three days to watch them in.