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.