Those pj's are too adorable.
Your new shoes are interesting! I don't know if I could pull crazy goat lady off too well. I'd love to see them on.
I am currently meant to be painting. It isn't happening.
A list of things I would rather be doing include:
-Drinking red wine, lying down and listening to Alice in Chains, NIN and assorted other chillaxing tracks.
-Having Italian Hot Chocolate with friends in Park Road.
-Eating butter flavoured popcorn.
-Watching Veronica Mars (I copied this one, as I love that show, and her!)
-Making out.
-Snuggling, making out and having sex. (Yes, I really want to make out damnit!!!)
-Dancing.
-Watching bad movies with subtitles.
- drinkin' and dancin'
- staying up all night watching movies I love
- not worrying about every little thing
- being able to write something
- sex would be nice too
And, um... that's about it really. I hope the Tafe stuffs isn't too headachey for you currently.
p.s. your jammies are awesome. seriously. so too are your shoes.
Sounds like a plan. I'll draft up an action item list and you send out an outlook memo. We'll talk about it over coffee and get the proposal to TPTB ASAP and see what we can't do about it. Yeah?
I'm pumped! Let's baste this turkey!
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I think I've worked in an office for too long. Yeah?
So, I've been having notions about doing a few semesters of fashion. On account of being slightly a little bit thin, and not entirely short, I've never, ever, ever been able to get clothes that fit me, you know, at all. This is frustrating.
I don't have any foolish notions as to making a career out of it, I know I'm not that good, nor that patient. But I'd wonder what you thought of the idea[1].
I miss you, really quite a lot. People in Canberra just aren't my kind of fun[2].
1: Most noticably, is it as expensive as it seems to me it could be? I have not insiginificant costs looming, and I don't think I should institutionalize my spendings.
2: Even boring straight boys agree! A friend I introduced to Connections when he was last in Perth went out to the so-called number one canberran hotspot (as though that wasn't a contradiction in terms) and informed me, in no uncertain terms, that straight people don't know how to have fun.
She's not your doppelgnger. Not even close. She's like an Ellie without the, you know, class. And style.
I probably shouldn't do it, then. I was already concerned over the time commitment.
I'm just so very sick of never having clothes that fit me. I'm a size ten in jeans, at the very most, and I have to wear a size fourteen coat on account of awful shoulder foulness. I look like I'm wearing a tent. And on the rare occasion I do get something in the right size it's always "Hello, have you met my navel?".
I only know two people who could theoretically qualify for seamstress status. One lives in Perth, and though she's undeniably a rock star she seems to be having an uphill struggle against a mountain of Tafe work.
Haha. They internet cafe filled with twelve year olds screaming "FAG" at each other (the piercing little boy voice really adds to the experience, let me tell you) is playing Peaches on the speakers.
wowzers those shoes are great! so very you [and i know because we are internet friends, like yeah]. hang in there, lady, tafe is rewarding. it really is, especially since you know fashion is what you want to be doing. you are lucky! if you ever come over east-side, we definitely have to meet up to talk about the dire state of australian fashion [before hitting up all the neat shops, of course].
Hope you enjoyed DLC on the weekend, too!! 
Your new shoes are interesting!
I am currently meant to be painting. It isn't happening.
A list of things I would rather be doing include:
-Drinking red wine, lying down and listening to Alice in Chains, NIN and assorted other chillaxing tracks.
-Having Italian Hot Chocolate with friends in Park Road.
-Eating butter flavoured popcorn.
-Watching Veronica Mars (I copied this one, as I love that show, and her!)
-Making out.
-Snuggling, making out and having sex. (Yes, I really want to make out damnit!!!)
-Dancing.
-Watching bad movies with subtitles.
Argh, but I should be painting....