Monday, September 28, 2009


I love to parallel park.
Also, i wasnt happy with my last post.
It lacked depth.
And had the stench of exhaustion and time written all over it.

I just watched the most bizarre yet catchy set of videos i have ever seen on YouTube.
I was referenced by Peaches Geldof.

It is an "artist" man called Tonetta who describes himself as:

*59 years old.
*young at heart
* ready to mate.

HILARIOUS.sort of.

I spritzed myself with Jessica Moss' brothers perfume before and I am loving it. I feel like im on a date with a 15 year old boy and he is thinking about holding my hand and is slightly embarrased at the age difference. haha.

There is something about Dashboard Confessional.
Sure- it was the shittest concert ive ever been to. I had some crazy blonde screaming the lyrics in my ear all night and had had 5 No Doze and heart palpatations wayyyy before the encore.

But they always seem to set the mood perfectly and bring me back to when I was 16 and driving around in Jess' little green car, maybe to Saratoga or something and then all the way to now, sitting at the Haven with Bridie and watching whales and having a marlboro.

"we're not 21
but the sooner we are
the sooner the fun
will begin.

get out your fake eyelashes
and fake I.D.s
and real distasters ensue,
its cool to take these chances
its cool to fake romances
& grow up fast."

I think I'm going to get a beer tonight.

Sunday, September 27, 2009



it makes my nachos spicy. Also good with poached eggs and spinach.

The Colour of Sydney:

It was the end of the world on September 23. But then it all cleared and everyone continued on with their know, eating Macdonalds and judging others. haha.

Robert Plant:

Lead for Led Zeppelin, and the only one in Miss Pamela Des Barres books who seems to still have his dignity in tact. Has a voice like a screaming banshee.

Those are three things that have changed my week. But today is Monday, a new week and I wonder what will fall into my lap from the heavens? Right now, its nothing but ringing telephones that I cant answer and no shower yet and no lunch and no idea on how to knock up a 3000 word essay for Wednesday.

All i want to do is smoke some cigarettes in the sun with a bloody mary and TABASCO, surrounded in a fine layer of DUST and listen to LED ZEPPELIN.

There was no real point to this blog, but it can be used in further studies associated with procrastination and youths.

I hate people who say they procrastinate.

Thursday, September 24, 2009


i LOVE these women. From the nights spent being flicked around within a blonde hurricane to the days spent eating indian food and watching music videos trying to pick who we are in them.
They arent in any of the videos. They are in my life and that is where they should always be.
10 years i have gone with having them around, whether it be just a "hello" in the hallways in year seven, to an all night spoon session circa now.
They make sun shine bright enough so everyone gets tanorexia and spends their days covered in coconut based oil and lie around in blankets at night looking like a beetroot sandwich.
Summer is just around the corner and I cant wait to begin the three months with them involved.
It will be:
* hot
* fruity
* juicy.
Yep. They are essentially mango juice left out in the sun.
They are leaving me for a bit to head overseas to Thailand to get their root on and drink out of massive buckets filled with amphetamines and I do not know what I will do.
Maybe just prepare for the winter by comfort eating and hibernating until Im at the airport with my silly little jeep and a nosehole.
Just spent the day with Madeline. I dont know how we have new things to talk about every day. Things just seem fresh whenever i see her.
Jessica I do not see as often as I would like, but when I do i hassle her dog- a bijon freeze cross pug- mainly to annoy her but also so she laughs in sympathy. I miss you.
One thing i do know for sure is that I dont care about much these days. I dont even care that I dont care.
But i do care about you.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009



Ive been watching copious amounts of the show 'Californication' for two reasons:

1. It romanticises Los Angeles.

2. I have a weird X Files based thing for David Duchovny.

what a name...David Duchovny. It makes the name David look pretty bad ass. small eyes.

Ive been killing time a lot lately with no real direction and contrary to popular belief...its not fun.

Ive been making mistakes

Perhaps just recently turning 21 has added to this process of self exploration and contemplation of what i SHOULD have done and where i SHOULD be.

but i ask, who is the one to judge what people are doing with their own lives? cant we just all do what we want if it makes us happy? what makes others believe that they have it all worked out?

i dont believe anyone does at this point.

all i know when i think about what i want to do, where i want to be, and who i am it comes down to one thing:


im back to that point where i would love just one crystalised moment when everything falls into place. But i am almost self-destructively romantic in the way i view everything.

This has turned into a pretty deep discussion from beginning with Californication. Back to that- the insanely sexual basis of the show mixed with a soundtrack that would bring Jim Morrison to his knees is exactly what i feel like right now and feeds into the reincarnated part of my psyche where I am a groupie on sunset strip circa 1968.

POINT: I want to go to L.A.

Monday, January 19, 2009


"it was good"- Jessica Moss.

After we all got past the first "oh shit oh shit im gonna get caught" nerves, we realised how too hot it was to dance so the large group of central coast and surry hills "alternates" gathered under a tree to watch Busy P.

"MARS" by Fake Blood was the song of the day repeated over and over again until we all hunched in the drop so much that we pulled a nerve in our backs.

SANTOGOLD took the stage with gold back up dancers that made the entire group of girls channel their inner jamaican and drop it like its hot to 'Creator'.

To me, AJAX, Digitalism, Late of the Pier and Boys Noize were just a blur between my eyes and the red bull cup i fashioned into a fan.

Calvin Harris (the surprise) was not too bad. I got lost from everyone and had a flying pizza case hit me in the arm causing me to realise that it should be called a night.

"obla dee obla daa life goes on."- Madeline Anderson.