Hi Euphoria !

PART 1: ON THE OUTSIDE

Me: Man
Date of birth: 21/may.
Current status: Single
Eye color: brown dark
Hair color: brown very dark
Right or left handed: Right
Zodiac: Gemini


PART 2: ON THE INSIDE

My heritage: Asian
My fear: Flying
My weakness: solitude
My perfect pizza: anchovies! olives! basil! cheese.....


PART 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROW

Your first thought waking up: where's my pants?
Tomorrow: work!
Your bedtime: horny horny horny
Most missed memory: sex, actually.


PART 4: YOUR PICK

Pepsi or Coke: Coke diet
McD or Burger King: McD
Single or group dates: Single
Adidas or Nike: Nike
Lipton Tea or Nestea: Lipton
Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate
Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee!


PART 5: DO YOU…?

Smoke: Yes, more and more each day
Curse: like a lady!


PART 6: IN THE PAST MONTH, HAVE YOU…?

Drunk alcohol: please
Gone to the mall: Yes
Been on stage: Nope
Eaten sushi: yes


PART 7: WHAT WERE YOU DOING…?

1 minute ago: playing with my precum
1 hour ago: stroking my cock
4 1/2 hours ago: having a shower
1 month ago: shopping at Gucci
1 year ago: Spent it at cafes and smoking cigars


PART 8: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: being with good friends
I feel: horny but disinterested
I hate: broken pencils
I hide: bits of broken lead
I miss: being in love
I need: a man who can fuck me senseless and cook me a decent meal.


I'm so, sooooo horny.
But i'm all alone so it's back to the cold showers.

SAVE THE JIZZ , DO A QUIZZ

What a day, worked 8 hrs straight on a girls legs then stuffed myself senseless at macdonalds, bigmac and 'son of the mac' which is a mini version of the big mac. I nearly threw it all up but i'm not that precious.
Finally figured out the PDA ! haha.. i can get internet acess using mobile phone as modem and exported all my address and phone numbers etc from computer and entered all my appointments which will beep at me when it's time! all this without any fuckin instructions. Added bonus is i can carry all my photos with me so i can see the faces of my dear friends who are, distant and inbetween. Who would have thought i could be sentimental.

I bought books, iggy pop biography and fidel castro and religion and florence broadhurst biog. I've been reading myself into oblivion.

Does my arse have Wi-Fi ?
These are the modern day issues i have to deal with especially now i got a PDA which you can access the W.W.W wi-fi style . It seems being a busy single person these days even your peripherals come no-strings attached.
Technology imitating life.

Must i hover round a wi-fi hotspot to get access? running from one fast food chain to another looking oh-so important but really trying to tap and walk at the same time without slamming into a lightpole or overhanging tree branch.

I'm so over at-home micro-dermabrasion.

I've stopped eating lean cuisine, found space in my bag for sour-fruit lollies and scoffing hashbrowns from aportos before 11a.m because, the world isn't allowed to have hashbrowns after .

Eating fish for lunch now, with chips and i must say, i had the most wonderful pate and roast beef baguette, it was so good i can't describe the way my mouth was feeling. It was better than sex.

Mind you i've forgotten how it was like to have sex, it's been a long time, so much so i think i could be broken in again!
What a great gimmick to get back.

And i am just waiting for some feral occupants to move out of a share house and then i will move straight in. We've concluded all the finer details it's just a matter of time, i'm quite excited as it is only a few streets away from work and it's not some grannys place , that i will be house sitting next week. I shall take loads of photos of this creepy place and harrass the tortoise shell cat with pictures of limp-wristed attempts at style from Australian fashion week.
The shit will be fingered out onto racks at Myer very soon.

I'd rather masturbate whilst sniffing Petes re-tread moccasins..... text only feed ha!

I went to see a room this afternoon which turned into an absolute disaster.
First of all the photo of the townhouse was actually of the one next to it, squating in the shade of its bright paint.
When i walked in it smelt of undried panties and yellow underarm stains, the girl had the allure of a wet wipe, used.
She showed me the lounge, atleast that wasn't brown. Showed me upstairs to the room which she proclaimed could fit a queen sized bed, yes, queen sized bed for pygmies maybe.
The bathroom looked as if it had been cleaned by someone with carpal tunnel syndrome, dead skin cells partying on the shower ledge .

girl - "i have an ensuite in my room but i like to come into this bathroom for a bath"

me - blank stare

I was told about the rules of the house and that someone was waiting to see the room so she will text me on monday.

I stared at her blonde hair, it isn't natural, her roots seem to have given up any sort of statement, they're resigned to being fucked by a bottle.

I left hastily.

Whilst crossing back to victoria road i was sad, this room mate thing isn't working out like on big brother where they're all horny and eager for something. The reality is as appealing as globulous spit on the edge of a rubbish bin.

I popped round to my boss because i thought i ought to share my misery and who else better than with my boss.

She pounced on me and asked if i wanted to house sit for a week.

Oh, i thought, where? where?

it was only next door.

So she showed round this miniscule federation cottage heavily dosed with old-woman style.
Olive velour chairs and a ...wait for it, VCR player.

The redeeming feature is a friendly tortise shell cat and the opportunity of house sitting for 6months when the occupant leaves for overseas in a months time.

I felt like i had experienced a miracle , that God grabbed his toaster and shook the crumbs out and somehow a piece of burnt raisin toast fell into my life.

Tonight i spent in a panic, what do i pack?

Everything is so heavy, denim is heavy no matter how skinny the cut.
It's winter so i need layers which means the bag will be heavy .
I have to use a trolley bag and a carry bag.
I can't fit my candles in and i'm having a melt down with the thought of using my facial cleanser as a body wash aswell.

I wont have internet!.

I need more light but warm clothes, i need more cashmere , i need a big trolley bag., why do books have to be so heavy? is it because they have so many words? I have to take my laptop because the old woman hasn't got a dvd player, i have to take dvds , what about underwear? and i haven't even gotten to my shoes and manchester unless i sleep on her bed with her, er, bedsheets. Isn't that illegal?

It was easier when i was younger, i just arrive then suffered the consquences yet managed to rock .

I've been stressin'.

The flat hunting/share scene is tough! i've been schedualed for an interview on saturday for a room! i feel like i'm on some big-brother type show and i'm thinking, should i wow them with my wackiness, wow them with my fashion sense, wow them with my shy, quiet tilt-head-at-an-angle lost school boy look?
I saw one place, it was a shared bedroom!! i don't want to pay to share with some freak!! i don't like having people sleeping ontop or below me, i'm not a slice of devon!!

Today is rememberance day, so i did.

When i was a little boy i discovered i liked penis and big ones at that.
When i grew up my penis grew too so i enjoyed myself alot then one day i discovered other boys had penis so i thought i should enjoy it but in another way. That's when i discovered the pain of anal sex and the joys of lubricant and to finger the area first before u sit on it or have someone put it inside.
Then i discovered the horrors of poop and lube and poking it about .

The end.

i've been flat hunting, yes i want to move again but this time closer to work.

Flat-sharing is an option i'm looking at however it's so expensive round where i work so sharing may be my only option.

Something will come up... hopefully soon!

wouldn't mind flatsharin' with these 3...hehehe

My father observed the table behind me, the father was feeding the daughter and wife feeding the son, he thought it was amusing.

"did you feed me when i was a baby?"

"hhehehe, i blew on your food to cool it so u can eat"

"you mean u blew on the food? with your smokers breath!!"

"hehehe"

mum " then he ate it. you never got fed when your dad was feeding you"

Since Pete has made a current faves playlist i thought why not moi?


Sarah mclachlan - Adia


Tori amos - Mary


Olivia newton john - Physical (samba remix)


A.F.I - Miss murder


Cat powers - Where is my love?


Britney - don't let me be the last to know. (music video)

Awww wasn't britney so pretty a few years back...

Alright, picking myself out of the darkness (that'll teach me not listen to sarah maclachlan) to clamber into work nearly wacking fellow train travellers with my oversized monogramed bag to find out that the drummoyne clinic had been firebombed! arson! they shouted. Turned out to be a minor fire in the back stock room.
So much drama for such a small business.
i say to mrs mui mui whilst i'm sticking needles into her upper lip with voodoo abandon.

"do people get buried with their handbags?"
"i don't know, but i would want a say in my accessories when i'm buried"
"you never see what kind of shoes dead people wear, they only open half the casket. "
"I would guess they would, can't be just the top half... no pants underneath!"

*both squeal in laughter*

"i want to be buried with my birkin and loubittons"
"i just hope they don't put me in sideways, i'd hate to get pillow crease"

**both squeal in more laughter**

i love sour-gummy fruits

i love passionfruit flavoured softdrink.

i love tying my hair up at the back but letting the front parts fall forward.

i wish i knew what it felt like to have someone fall in love with you. Again.

I was thinking of a million things other than what i should have been today.
Last night i had another one of those dreams, i saw my grandmother sitting in some building lined with wine red swirls on the floor , long tables with thick plastic chairs and glowing sunset curtains. I came down a spiraling staircase and saw her and an aunt and my dad sitting there with a middle chair empty. I approach and notice each chair had a bunch of flowers beside it, bunches, roses, daisies, bouquets , my grandmother had a bunch of pink lillies not entirely open, i walk round and sit between her and my father . my chair had a canary yellow cactus like flower, succulently alien.
My grandmother said a few things, one was that my mother and her sister had been great friends to her and that she was about to be at peace, that is not inbetween worlds whilst at the same time my aunt beside her was mouthing words with no sound.
I woke up to hear the whirl of my computer starting up.

The other one i had last month or so was of an elderly-aunt who's also passed away i guided up a staircase to a post-modernist house lit with yellow lightglobes.

The others i don't recall , only when i'm in that situation i realise i have dreamt it before.

Oh well life goes on.

Tomorrow i'm having pancakes with Linda and little miss sunshine , to walk round the harbour and breathe salty air.

Life has been busy since amy's brunch.
Attempting to adjust to early starts and not panicking what shoes to wear to work. I wore my snake-skin heels into work on thursday and realised i looked too androgenous, one of the girls called me , poncy

I'm seriously considering a new career. I'm even considering melbourne as a new home for a while, i need to get away, start afresh. I could open a tiny cafe , if only i knew how to make coffee..... i could open a vintage store on the brink of salvation army.... i could do many things if only i put my mind to it.
But i do feel a change is needed soon.
oh how i envy petes borderline-bohemian.

I miss my art and imagination, it all died with the 9 to 5.

If only we could be ourselves instead of tracing shadows of past regrets.

Well, sunday brunch at Amy's started off with a bang! a moscow mule bang!

You see my idea of a easter sunday brunch is totally different to Amys, i'd have some gorgeous croissants and pastries, fruit salad , raisin toast, gorgeous seeded breads with chunky jam , coffee, earl grey, orange juice etc... but nooooo at Amys it starts with a freggin cocktail double shot in tall glass (11am.m) then moves onto champagne and more champagne.
We started with some light viet- noodles, the ones u make yourself, fabulous fresh, with vegetarian options. I so love, fresh mushrooms uncooked!

Then we had tempura kingprawns, pumpkin, eggplant etc to which we drank continuously. But the most delicious of all was the blue swimmer crab in angel-hair pasta which was swirled through a double-cream and cheese sauce that skimmed the edges of the pasta , it was.... oh soooo... well... if i had to choose between a room full of naked bel-ami boys or the crab-pasta, i'd choose the pasta.

It was so amazing, luxurious and fresh. More champagne!! and change of outfit.

The champagne kept flowing till 5, we caught up with our lives, some good some bad... "why are you still single?" she always asks, "why did they invent fake-leather? i ask and the day went through it's motions.

In the end we were jumping round to hip-hop music on channel V, all the while i thought "kick-push" was 'kate bush' we nibbled on dark chocolate and attempted to leave.
By the time i got home i had to lay down, i had a family dinner which i didin't turn up cos i was in the toilet throwing up and amy, well she had a romantic weekend away at a hotel with her husband but i guess, she fell asleep before she even got there.

God i'm bored.

Easter is becoming tedious since no shops are open so i fill in my time with cooking and cleaning and eating. I can't sleep more than an hour or two extra.
I can't believe i cooked, i made a lentil rice dish with lots of butter and tonight i'm roasting drumsticks in a bean paste thing.
Fortunately i got my Gucci bag recently because i saw on the news last night (i was so bored i watched television) they were doing ramraids on luxury shops and a Gucci was one that got raided! Louis vuitton got ramraided too, but most of their better objects are upstairs, the shit on ground floor isn't that exciting. You'd think they would have better security.
Maybe it was a group of chinese tai-tais who couldn't wait for another Louis vuitton purse to use or Gucci heel to stomp round yum cha.

My mothers birthday is on monday however everything is closed that day so i brought it forward to today.
She as always says she doesn't want anything and since i bought her so many things during the first half of the year, really, she doesn't need anything!! haha! Instead we glammed up our usual afternoon-tea or high-tea some would pretentiously call it.
I ordered a gorgeous tiramisu cake which has it's sponges soaked in grand manier and huge vanilla slices from strudel-baron and took out the Royal doulton darlings. How gay!
Mum seemed happy, she prefers us to sit down and spend time together.
With our hectic work lives and shopping moments it's hard to sit down and spend time without agendas open and mobile phone ringing.
Talking about mobile phones, i am sooo looking forward to the Nokia 61i, it's a pda /phone that actually works and flat.
I have small hands i know ....but with these small hands i can type on tiny pda/phones. Is that a Jewel song??

I was mistaken for a girl recently as a client walked by our clinic, "who was that girl vacuuming monday morning?"

"it was me!, i was vacuuming!!"

Bloody hell, no wonder i'm single, straight people think i'm a girl with no tits and gay guys think i have a vagina.

I don't know, i guess i'm use to being single after all this time, single as in relationship, not one-nighters. Kind of scarey at times to think this is it, no more hugs and cuddles and looking into the eyes of the other person thinking which eye-cream would be suitible for him.
Infact i don't think i cuddled or hugged much, or held hands! well i don't remember really.
My ex and i use to watch tv laying next to each other naked, i guess that counts but that would end up with his cock in my mouth so it wasn't excatly romantic. Saves me having to go the fridge.

Anyway i'm having issues with my mouse, wireless has it's limits.

hmmmm...... right thurrrrrrr!!

The week has been oh so breezey, i only get to work 3 days!!! woo hooo i so 'heart' easter, who would have thought i'd be into a dead jesus.
Work has been the usual, one woman couldn't believe it when i told her 'age' is a factor for her lip hair, i mean really.....
i discovered what panty liners do, they have this sticky-tape side which u place on the underwear!! how inventive!! i put it on the outside of my pants for maximum effect. I'm so glad i'm not a girl despite not having all the make-up accessories and cleavage. Having to deal with periods and things, not pleasant.
Did you know a tampon expands when it comes in contact with water?
did you know that panty liners absorb water but remain dry?

Miss dumb was quite amused at my discoveries.

I tried to explain who were 'the pussycat dolls' to the old woman, she thought it was dolls of cats.

me- " no, pooosy-cat dolls"

old woman - "fancy cats made into dolls what will they think of next"

I might buy some books for easter, i'm getting into the reading mood, almost halfway through that 'after the fall of berlin' book.

And i absolutely love elizabeth arden ceramide cream, it's so moisterising, i think i'll buy the intense mask for easter beauty. Get another gift with bloody purchase darlings.

I'm smoking cigarettes again, it's been 4 years since i touched a dunhill red but, i am back on them. However it leaves a hideous smell on my fingers so i have to smoke with rubber gloves on or use a cigarette holder.

Easter plans - sleep and eat and read and dvd.

- Sunday brunch ( 11am!! haha) at Amys.


I miss my dear friends so much, andrews in london, pete, nick and natalie are in melbourne, johns going to a buddhist retreat during easter.... greg is having his 'fantasy relationship' with another boy, not that he's a friend. ... cherelles in port maquarie....Lindas making tea and eating tim tams in suburbia.....Tims dealing with his recent break-up in tokyo...nori's somewhere in gosford with his hand up a cow....Yuji is M.I.A .... Ken's somewhere i don't know... whatever happened to all these people, small faces now in a breeze of quiet laughter... ah.. people... who need people....time to light those crabtree and evelyn candles.

So many break-ups recently, must be the new moon, to all of those who are finding themselves suddenly single let me assure you, it can only get better.
You'll have more room in bed.

Yes well atleast i can drown my sorrows with amy on sunday.

i still haven't bought a camera yet, bloody hell, i need to get my act together.

What a lovely sunday, took my time and wandered out to the city and had a lovely lunch with john. Poor boy is recovering from some flu bug which resulted in him orally purging the contents of his stomach. Bless him, i do believe in a purge now and then, makes you lose an inch or two off your hips. We had a lovely meal, pumpkin rosemary fritata and gorgeous vegetable soup at the kino-cafe , the only thing that annoyed me were the hideous school-holiday-teens with their acne laden faces and green hair and 'korn' tee-shirts, the girls in black and white stripe leggins...that is soooo done! Emo? i don't know what the fuck it is but please spare me with your fugliness, get a scrub (head to toe) and sit in a tub of body butter cos it's the only fat you ought to be near.
Fat boys make me convulse. Fat girls....atleast they can be fag hags...but fat boys!!! Just don't leave your bedrooms till you've purged every cell in your smelly fuck-ugly bodies. You aint half way up a revolution thank you very much.

We skipped over to david jones and myer looking at manchester. Now i know i may be so gay in alot of areas but i'm clueless when it comes to bed furnishings. Darlings, when did a mattress need protecting? what are u doing on the mattress????
Can't you just aim it on the person???

Anyway i had a look, john had a look, and i think that bedsheets are overpriced however there is nothing quite like fresh bedsheets when you're having a good long fuck.

I went looking for candles.

You see, last night was earth-awareness-switch off-your-lights-at-7pm night and so i thought the environment needs to be kept in the dark so i switched my lights off at 7pm. However i realised then i couldn't see in the dark and went searching for candles which resulted in me realising i had no candles. Well i do have one, a church candle but that's not exciting to light.
With the computer screen as my only lightsource i was momentarily sitting in a room of swirling itunes generated images.
So today i thought i would go looking for candles to only find some which you needed to purchase a glass cup for, like umm... whatever!

Went round in circles looking for bloody candles, it's like liquor stores, where the fuck are they in the city??????
Poor john looked a bit pale being dragged round the city, we had a pitstop at that austrian/bavarian coffee cafe in QVB with all non-english speaking japanese staff!!!
After a rest and a drink we head into crabtree and evelyn which looks so bright and comfy. Managed to get two sets of candles there which came with bloody glass holders and down to L'occitane and got a lavender candle so i can lull into a haze of environmental conciousness whilst i sit round in the dark struggling to read the words out of Vogue. Is that kate moss or a chair? oh it's kate sitting on a chair...... is that allegra versace or an umbrella? oh it's a tampon.... just the string bit too.

The girl at crabtree and evelyn had wonky baby teeth, it was weird but she did get me all those cute candles. One's called 'window box' fragrance, it smells like a window box. I mean really, why don't they come up with one called,'sweaty arse on summers day' ? or 'cheesey dick and cotton underpants'???
Atleast now i will be prepared for any electrical cut-outs or turn off your lights environmental day

God damn the environment.

I spent most of the day at the body shop with clueless sales people and Elizabeth arden with a slightly better sales team.
Note to any cosmetics sales people, KNOW WHAT'S IN THE PRODUCT YOU'RE SELLING!!

So after scaring the sales staff i bought a whole heap of exfoliators and face creams with even more mini-products/gift with purchase. I'm planning a pampering and cooking easter break, would love to cook that lentil/rice dish again, it's not that complex and treat my deglected skin and hair, i caught a glimpse in the mirror when miss dumber decided to put make up on my face.

I need intense hydration, moisterisation and exfoliation.

My bag is getting filled with things... books, facial blotting paper, lip balm, chocolates, paracetamol... and i'll add some mini vodkas, weathers getting cooler.

At 5pm on a monday i managed to crash an entire kinkos with an insertion of my bosses usb hub.

We have a woman who pounces into the clinic unanounced asking for how long it takes to do her legs which she goes into some trance and calculates per minute how much it would cost her.

Oh by the way i need a small bag to put inside my big bag, for all those travel sized items.

I don't know, my life is so futile however atleast i still look good.

Since Wednesday.....

- Big bags tend to leave marks on your shoulder.

- Dumb and dumber are on "the laxative" diet they take laxatives (4 per night or as many as possible) however miss dumber keeps getting stomach cramps all day and hasn't pooped for 7days.

- Bought a shard of quartz crystal , my bedroom needs to be cleansed. I've been having weird dreams and waking up at 3am with my computer suddenly turning itself on. I'll try and exorcise my room if it doesn't work i'll have to call my psychic for some channelling and get some messages aswell since i'm there.

- i was cruised by a midget on town hall station

- had a drunk irish guy fall asleep sitting next to me on the train, his head slowly sliding down to my shoulder, i slowly moved away but then he suddenly he fell sideways very quickly and landed on my gucci bag which was on my lap at 8am in the morning. (deep breath)
People stared, i gently edged him off to the side , fortunately the train turned a corner which allowed me to quickly move my knee to the side resulting his head sliding off the guccissima print and landing with a thud onto the floor.
Thank God for miniture tissue packs with cutesy pastel coloured cats prints availible for $4 pack of 6 at asian discount stores (deep breath) managed to wipe his presence off my Gucci bag!
He just laid there at my feet, well my feet were on tip-toe to minimise contact but you know in someways i ought to be honoured to have a man at my feet be it pass-out drunk irishman with yellow smiley t-shirt.
I had my sunglasses on, you cannot expect me to not wear them so early in the morning.

- wearing sunglasses on cloudy days.

- Having Mars Bars or Snickers day

- Singing 'Clocks' by coldplay , very badly.

- Told a client to felch instead of clench when she had issues with keeping her vagina tight

"i can't put the needles in if that area is slack, either i pull it tight or you felch it"

i meant clench, she clenched, i haven't fleched since that time i got corn stuck on my teeth.

- had lunch with John, we browsed Bally which has some cool bags and a leaking roof.

- Saw an old woman run in the city, she wasn't wearing a bra.

- I believe in another luxe purchase soon, i do believe.

- still single.

It's waterproof and has metal feet.
Flora (yes that is her name) brought out 20 bags? something like that, i was quite overwhelmed but i only wanted one!
"it's the one with the guccissima bits on the edge" i vaguely describe but i think she just wanted to 'shock and awe' me with choices, i did think about the canvas black, it was only 750 and big however i know the unpleasantness of fabric verses rain. Very disappointing so it was either all leather (too heavy) or the nylon and leather one which is abit bulky, but you know, you can never have enough carry space.



It all fits with room for a block of lean cuisine and small jumper/scarf.
Geez, it's been a while since i had a good spending spree, to think i use to go fortnightly and raid castlereigh street.
Any way , life goes on, i buy for function nowadys the product must be able to handle everyday use, i still have a Gucci kaftan which i've never worn, what on earth do i do with it?

The next item on my list is new digital camera.

This Gucci bag or This Gucci bag?

I've been watching Twin peaks dvd set , finally i got some time to myself.

I decided not to get a pda especially after getting overwhelmed by the similar models, shapes and functions. And the thought of carrying so damn heavy, i'll probably drop it like the first flip phone by motorola i had years ago with pull-out antenea, it just fell out as i got out of a taxi and down the stormwater drain.
No, i shall jot down events in an unused large autumn-mottled agenda, all i need is the papers to put in.
I will however get a new tote, the Gucci ones are winning so far, Coach has some slightly cheaper.
Totes eventhough may look rather odd but are sooo functional, especially the ones with no zippers, you just pop everything in.
I can have my lean cuisine, magazines, phone, wallet etc and a bottle of evian all in one bag and upright!
One must be prepared working in the city, a fold out louis vuitton map of the freggin world came in handy the other day as a fan whilst trapped on central station.

Little miss sunshine is resigning from work in a few weeks time, this another sad departure from our tight-knit workforce, i mean there's not much left but a bunch or apprentices. I am sad about her leaving so we planned a shopping trip to Gallerias as she wants a dior handbag and i want to play round with some more Anna sui make up.

Ah life, so many twists and turns.

I spent this afternoon with Nick who's going down to melbourne to study and live for a while.
We had a peculiar lunch at a cafe in Hyde park, the sun and trees cast light shadows along the edges of our smiles.
None of the wait-staff could speak english, a japanese girl brought over a bottle of scotch when i wanted scotch and coke, you pay for them seperately! and a delightful spanish waiter who said "sorry i can't take orders, i can't make drinks, i can't do anything" had tight spanish buttocks which was suffice on this perfunctary day.
We talked, ate something i don't remember, had another drink then stumbled over onto the vast amount of wet grass dotted with napping office workers and wide eyed tourists. We laid between trees and the sky so blue etched in plumes of white fairy floss flying by , flying through our confusing lives.
Laying on the grass in hyde park we tried to pause time.
Then we grabbed a taxi and headed to Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Dior, Coach, Fendi and some Dolce gabbana place.
Sat down at circular quay and watched the fat german tourists and fatter seagulls waddle by, elderly couples eating ice cream and those shadows which seemed so far away lurched forward.
Nothing stopped except our credit cards.
We walked back up to townhall, the evening decending in waves of white shirts and black skirts waiting at bus stops and seperated as we had met, effortlessly with a breeze gently moving my hair away from all the chaos behind me.

Edited, extended, remixed.

I can't say it's been an eventful week, work has been slow so we just sat round doing bugger all. Dumb and dumber sang to their favourite tunes on the mediaplayer at work, god help me if i hear another Sarah Mcloughlin song.
Then there was some big meeting which i couldn't go to because someone had to look after dumber,
"oh but you've been to all of them already"
eck...i missed out on what went down because when the drama-queen came back his voice was coarse and his eyes quivering on the edge of overflow. It was funny to see.
The Queen got shook and all the kings horses made porn.
He babbled something about no coffee allowed inside the cubicals and wearing all white and the usual bullshit ideas that never eventuate. So i didn't miss anything at all really.
When there is no work-stress your brain seeks out little things to blow-up into major issues. It's stupid.
I've been trying (is an understatement) to get to know miss dumber because i've been accused of being superior! me?!!
But you know it's not easy trying to relate to some feral 17year old freshly shitted out of a country town so small you could spit on it.

I don't come with a half-flush button darlinks.

So anyway i tried to bond with her, i think i'm becoming feral using swear words and standing round outside buildings smoking. Sooooo feral!!!

My boss gave these girls "white" business shirts to wear today, oh dear.... they look like albino potato sacks with fat heads on top and big hair. It was just so funny.

Sometimes i love my boss for being so cruel.
She fired a new one the other week because she wouldn't wear make up,

boss - "she looks like she parked her broom in the carpark"

me - "thats so mean! but she did have shiseido issues"

boss and me - "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

Tomorrow i'm going to meet up with John and have wild sex, er..not quite... just hang out and buy something? haven't bought anything lately, i'm trying to be frugal, it's strange, i'm taking my own lunch to work and even drink.

I need a drink and smoke, fuck, i don't even have time for that nowadays.

SUNDAY 10/3/07

I couldn't be bothered posting a new one , the boy in this pic is yummy.

So i managed to get my lazy arse out to meet john for lunch thing, we sat down to Jet cafe in townhall, it's in the middle of the bloody intersection so i had a scotch and coke

waiter "scotch, with coke?"

stupid but cute so i was kind and repeated "COKE"

So John and i caught up with the latest, so nice to chat with him, he's so intelligent, he's doing a PHD so there you go.
So i smoked abit, drank abit, called up pete and told him i'm going to melbourne in May, yes i'm going in May, John's organising it so it'll be fun! Apparently all the cafes there serve alcohol!! yay!! it's going to be drinks a.m till p.m darlings.
So sunday was babbling along then this smelly frenchman complained about the smell of my smokes, and these young ladies sitting next to us complained in a nice way, so i just apologised and carried on.
But the smelly frenchman kept going on about it and used it to have a conversation with them which kind of pissed me off. I can't stand people who think they're righteous so i inhaled twice and blew more smoke! hehehe hahahaha... they eventually left, fuck it's an outdoor area with ashtray, if you don't like it move away.
I aint stopping my filthy habit for a smelly frenchman who has no friends! kekekeke

Actually, that's not fair, not all french men are smelly. Just some.

I love french things, like croissants and Jean paul gualtier and bread sticks.

we hit incu , john bought a really cool hoodie , then the usual Myers. David-jones where i went psycho in food-hall and bought white necterines and cookies and had some chocolate thing , i bought a pair of skinny black jeans and all of a sudden the day was over.

Sunday... too short for me.