If the cool change was a dude I would just love it all the way over town. If it was a dude with a great smile. and rad hair and probably a beard. And he reads great novels and has a startling and dry sense of humour, a fantastic vocabulary and perhaps a penchant for fantasy lit’. If the cool change was that dude, I’d marry it so hard right now.
29.1.2011 Lydia + Maggie
Brunch at Lydz’ new house meant tasty food and meeting her new kitty who is A-FREAKIN-DORABLE.
Kittens. Yes.
28.1.2012 Little Reindeer Boy
One of those days when I’m not sure if I’ll find anything to take a photo of, not because it is lifeless or lacking in any way, but because I don’t do a lot and when I head out everything looks the way it always does. Then I get told to go the long way round to get to Coles and while I’m still wondering if I needed to let the security guard know that that is “irritating and inconvenient” and am certain I’ll not see anything marvellous today I turn a corner and he is tucked in with hose reel thing in a hole in the wall and he’s so sweet and perfect and playful.
27.1.2012 Leftovers
They come in droves (of like, two and three) and stand and sit and lay and dance and bocce on the lawn and they eat and laugh and then, the next day, when it’s all over, you’re cleaning up the aftermath, feeling a little the loss of your house full of life and still finding empties when you see them… enough wee forgotten beers to fill a box. And you know that you’ll do it all again next year.
Aaathankyouverymuch.
26.1.2012 Triple J’s Hottest 100 Party
Sun beer music friends food
Love.
25.1.2012 Newspaper headline poetry
assembled and discovered at Jellystone, Brunswick and truly, truly excellent.
My favourite, in case you can’t read it: Angry hooker swans cry foul on baby massaging.
simple yet effective.
23.1.2012 Cold Roll Makin’s
Oh appropriate hot weather meals. How appropriate you are.
22.1.2012 Beer and TV
I am aware that alcohol was recently featured as my favourite part of the day and that its popping up twice in a week may indicate problems of a serious nature, but let’s not talk about that now. Let’s talk instead about a disgustingly hot day, about sitting inside for hours because you’re too afraid of the heat, about finally walking to your friend Renee’s house and inwardly moaning the entire time because you don’t deal with high temperatures well and you feel repugnant and oafish and sweaty and awful when it’s this hot, and then about how when you get there you’re welcomed with a cold Coopers and a fan and it’s one of the most beautiful things that’s ever happened.
Drank while watching first ep of New Girl, which I have high hopes for. Yes.
21.1.2012 Out the back of Green
I like this place. I get over it sometimes, but the staff are usually fantastic, the food is good and cheap and the coffee is lovely. This lovely laneway-esque part is where Jessie and sat, fortunately shielded by a tree (we are quite pale), for our “don’t judge us for only making our way out of bed by about three and thusly eating our first meal of the day at four thirty” breakfast.
Oh yeah- all day breakfast. I knew there was another reason.
