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Since last writing i've learned of two followers/fans I have obtained. Awesome. I'm a sucker for attention, isn't everybody? So big shoutouts to UNN-Dre-Uh & Tray Jay.
There's a strong tendency brewing in me to simply recount chronologically point-for-point what i've been up to in the last few months, but most of you, and frankly it bores even me. So what follows is a fragment of collected notes and thoughts i have jotted or written down on numerous items of 'stationery' over the last month, including iphones, diaries, napkins, the bulk-bill from my therapist.
* I'm seeing the Ghosts of Girls i once knew in the smiles of strangers on train platforms.
* Somebodies always going to end up dissapointed. Even if I do manage to make everyone arond me happy, which i try to do as it's supposed to benefit me and make me happier, i't simply doesn't work. I'm the one who ends up unhappy. You call me an asshole, but i just say im looking after myself.
* "It sounds as obvious as "dogs are nice" but getting punched in the face really fucking hurts"
* 11:45 - Wedding in Canberra - I'm surrounded by lesbians and loved up couples. People so afraid of dying alone they attempt to find refuge in others rather than accept the truth within themselves. I am simutaneously turned on, disgusted, and intrigued.
Sway Sway Swoon
Sway Sway Soon
Be Mine Soon
* Sure are a lot of junkies around Suthno. It's like some mass congregation that occurs after 1pm every weekday. Why don't these people have jobs!? Yet i wouldn't be around to notice if i had a job myself. Also i'm unsure whether they're truly drug riddled addicts or just junkie chic posers with rich parents and an allowance to afford expensive clothes that are designed to look dirty, cheap and ugly. One surefire way to tell- the ones that ask you for a dollar and shout names at you as you slip them 20c and instead and walk off hastily, are usually the true junkies.
* 12:30am Sunday morning - Housewarming, Sutherland -
There's a lesbian in a wig, a lesbian in a leather jacket with tweed elbow patches, a fake emo (FEMO) and a peroxide apocalypse standing in line for the pity party.
To end, a few words from Fiona Apple that have relevance to my life at this time -
"It's a sad sad world where a girl will break a boy just because she can"
"You fondle my trigger then you blame my gun"
Dedicated to the smitten kitten
Since last writing i've learned of two followers/fans I have obtained. Awesome. I'm a sucker for attention, isn't everybody? So big shoutouts to UNN-Dre-Uh & Tray Jay.
There's a strong tendency brewing in me to simply recount chronologically point-for-point what i've been up to in the last few months, but most of you, and frankly it bores even me. So what follows is a fragment of collected notes and thoughts i have jotted or written down on numerous items of 'stationery' over the last month, including iphones, diaries, napkins, the bulk-bill from my therapist.
* I'm seeing the Ghosts of Girls i once knew in the smiles of strangers on train platforms.
* Somebodies always going to end up dissapointed. Even if I do manage to make everyone arond me happy, which i try to do as it's supposed to benefit me and make me happier, i't simply doesn't work. I'm the one who ends up unhappy. You call me an asshole, but i just say im looking after myself.
* "It sounds as obvious as "dogs are nice" but getting punched in the face really fucking hurts"
* 11:45 - Wedding in Canberra - I'm surrounded by lesbians and loved up couples. People so afraid of dying alone they attempt to find refuge in others rather than accept the truth within themselves. I am simutaneously turned on, disgusted, and intrigued.
Sway Sway Swoon
Sway Sway Soon
Be Mine Soon
* Sure are a lot of junkies around Suthno. It's like some mass congregation that occurs after 1pm every weekday. Why don't these people have jobs!? Yet i wouldn't be around to notice if i had a job myself. Also i'm unsure whether they're truly drug riddled addicts or just junkie chic posers with rich parents and an allowance to afford expensive clothes that are designed to look dirty, cheap and ugly. One surefire way to tell- the ones that ask you for a dollar and shout names at you as you slip them 20c and instead and walk off hastily, are usually the true junkies.
* 12:30am Sunday morning - Housewarming, Sutherland -
There's a lesbian in a wig, a lesbian in a leather jacket with tweed elbow patches, a fake emo (FEMO) and a peroxide apocalypse standing in line for the pity party.
To end, a few words from Fiona Apple that have relevance to my life at this time -
"It's a sad sad world where a girl will break a boy just because she can"
"You fondle my trigger then you blame my gun"
Dedicated to the smitten kitten