Home sweet home again.





And I'm glad, you're not like us. And by us, I mean everyone in the world who isn't you.

Tonight

I will be a tree. And a very drunk tree at that.

Had such a top weekend. I did the following, in no particular order.

- Did my hair perfectly.
- Drank beers with Katey.
- Went to Sorry Grandma
- Made out with someone nice
- Hung out with said person and his hilarious (no sarcasm at all; actually funniest people ever) friends
- Worked at the footy (draining)
- But saw drunk Collingwood fans (fucking funny)
- Finally made it to North Coburg to see Laurie's home.
- Finished Catcher In The Rye
- Watched Round the Twist

I can't stop the blog! I know no-one pays attention but it's just addictive!

La la la.

Don't tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Bye bye, to the too-good-to-be-true kind of love.

Carry that weight.

Oh E.E. Cummings you big old perve.
I still love this :)



I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body. I like what it does,
I like its hows. I like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm- smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

True love.

In this time of introspection, on eve of my election, I say to my reflection, God please spare me more rejection.

Back to college.

Back in the big, bad city. Home was good but not really relaxing as such, probably because i got back on the bongo bus last night, and stayed up way too late. So I'm still exhausted and feel super lousy. I need to be in bed in the next hour.

All these things that I've done

Sometimes I just feel like I spend my time as a fucking doormat.

I walked into Target, but I missed. I think the entrance to Target should have people splattered all around. And, when I finally get in, the guy says, "Can I help you?" "Just practicing."

Isn't life grand

Grand, but complicated.

Going to Geelong tonight to see Yves Klein Blue. Then I'm going home tomorrow for the first time since I moved down. I can't wait, it's going to be fucking brilliant. College is fun but extremely hectic.

I really admire people who are liberal with their feelings. Because I just can't do it. I get too concerned. And that's just stressful. I have to go pack my bag. Then I'll play some music that makes me feel something.

Why the fuck can't I sleep?

Cure for a bad mood.

Always, Mitch Hedberg quotes :)


"When you go to a restaurant on the weekends, it's busy, so they start a waiting list. They start calling out names, they say "Dufrene, party of 2. Table ready for Dufrene, party of 2." And if no one answers, they'll say their name again. "Dufrane, party of 2." But then if no one answers they'll just go right on to the next name. "Bush, party of 3." Yeah... what happened to the Dufrenes? No one seems to give a shit. Who can eat at a time like this? People are missing! You fuckers are selfish. The Dufrenes are in someone's trunk right now, with duct tape over their mouths. And they're hungry - that's a double whammy. We need help. Bush, SEARCH party of 3! You can eat once you find the Dufrenes."

Then it hits me, no one's in love with me


So seeing Yves Klein Blue, Philadelphia Grand Jury, John Steel Singers and Frowning Clouds in the space of 3 weeks.

I love Pavement!

You know I'd love you if I knew you'd let me down

Haylee took this photo. And she's just great.

You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But let's talk about it