20.12.2011 The Rewards of Being Sookie
I was tired, oh so tired. And one day away from holidays. And wanting to ice my gingerbread menagerie but every time I try to do lovely cooking things like a lovely cooking lady I fuck it up a little and the icing was a bit naff and I was running out of time and I was SO TIRED and so I sort of had a mini mental break down and cried about my biscuits.
Then Kate helped me because she is a saint and was nice to me all night and then made these delicious meringue things with the left over icing because losing your shit over Christmas snacks should be answered with lovely dessert.
11.11.2011 Inappropriate?
Was locked in Jess’s house all day.
Aaaaall daaaaay.
Watched a hell of a lot of True Blood, didn’t attend a funeral and crossed my fingers the apartment block would not burn down.
Picture is of nude on Jess’s wall that sat petulantly above my head as I surrendered myself to sloth for ten hours.
Ps I attended a party when I was liberated which was lively and fun and imprisonment at a house with True Blood and coffee is my kind of imprisonment and anyways then Jess came home and we had KFC (shhhhh)
10.11.2011 CEREAL O’CLOCK
Roughly eleven pm, served in coffee mug
23.9.2011 Ali’s shoulder
This was a strange day.
My Grandma died last night. I flew in to Adelaide in the hopes of seeing her before, but I didn’t make it. I felt odd all day, mainly because of my lack of feeling anything else.
I spent some time at my brothers, which was perfect, in its normalcy. Playing lego and dancing with your three year old niece is revitalising.
I then visited an old old friend, Ali. She and I were BFFs back in school and she is the exact same girl with the exact same heart as I remember. I love her dearly and that we can talk and laugh and she can listen so comfortably, still, means the world, particularly on such a strange day.
(also she doesn’t like her photo being put on the interwebs so you’ll have to envisage her wild and untamed beauty for yourself)
