A lot of free bees.

A good good good weekend. I woke up early expecting a call to tell me to get on a air o planey plane at the last minute and that I did. We found a pub down there that let us in with shorts on and we drank with city bums. Happiness is in right now. I'll never get sick of Melbourne trips. 

The patterns that control your mind. Those patterns take away my time.

My sister is having her 21st this weekend and the theme of her party is something ridiculous like "A Night at The Ocsors". If I succumb into going, I'm will not wear a ball gown like she told me I specifically had to... So I cut this piece of shit into a tuxedo. Bring on the lesbian calls. 

lolpose

This tune won't let me sleep.

Modest Rat -- Beat #6 vs. The World at Large

A new collection of shields and covers.

I'll wear rings with my pyjamas simply because I hate my hands and if I'm awake and looking at them, I'd rather them be hidden by jewels. Call me Mariah.
Bring me my puppies.
But the point of this post is the boast about my bargain hunting skills. All 4 for $20. Claw at that.
B i n g o.

I'd give you the news but, nothing's changed.

Head Cold Syrup

Tomorrow will be a good day. Wednesdays are never the good days. I'm sick of that so tomorrow will be a good one. Hopefully the following will be good too. I'd like the rest of my days to be good days. All good days until I'm happy enough with one simple thing that I can wake up in a bad day and stay awake.

Photoless Phred here, deciding to put some nice music in a post so that you will too have good days.




You wake up, you're on fire.

WOOD CLOUD

Ally took us down an alley way last night. I was confused and scared because I didn't have a knife/spoon on me but it all got better when we found the staircase to Woodland Bar and a welcoming sign. If getting an acorn stamp at the door doesn't inspire you to get down and dirty there (You may never wash your wrist), then maybe free beer and pie tasting would.

Times two

I went and saw Lydia play again tonight in my home town. It was good. Could have had a minor stroke from how good it was. Then I bought their shirt. Bye favourite music makers.

Of course you're all crazy

Last night I fed my ears with live music of Lydia. I don't know what to write that could explain how great the night was, so instead, here are a bunch of photos and a little moo V. 

The best.

The Hill

I'm still battery-less. I went out to buy them yesterday but I found myself in a shoes store buying a new pair of shoes so in my rush of guilt I scurried home before anything else along the likes could happen. These are photos from many weeks ago. Old and odd. I was going to wait for my film from this day to get developed but I realised, with my commitment, I'll be waiting for years.

Cloud nine. No hype.

Last night this came on the radio. This song is definitely leading in the race of 'best songs'. I honestly want it played at my funeral. I don't care when it's played, just make sure it is and get the ushers to hand out tin-foil helmets to everyone. That's my only input towards proceedings for that day.

In other speakings. I haven't had anything to post here in a while. I'm still mourning over the death of my cameras last batteries and I'm finding it hard to move on to buying new ones. Maybe if I look at my toothbrush's scraggly hair one more time, it'll convince me enough to go out today and buy a new one. Then while I'm out, I'll start a new family of batteries.
My life is interesting. I should start a blog.

So this weekend, even if it's spent lying at home listening to Phantogram who I just sinfully torrented the shit out of, I'll take photos of it and you will see them.
To make up for your lost time in reading this, watch Gang Gang Dance rip up his shit. Get ready to this song and don't hurt yourselves. Go live your weekend.

Kitten Whiskers

Her whiskers looked proud so I took photos for her. Not a bad whisker day.

The happiness in new apparel

Har har har

"They think I'm the real Wonder Woman."

I don't think going out on the Gold Coast will ever be fun. This is about as good as it gets. Finding a 51st  themed birthday party at the Casino.

Hello Haiku

If you had a 2000 word assignment on Time Travel to whip up in less than two days, would you start it or go to a warehouse party?

Weekends are old and gone, like JoJo's music career and "Fluro". Wednesday nights are when you can take off your pants because they're being inconvenient and get away with it. I Superman'ed my way through shutting doors on a train because it was Wednesday night. My bag got crunched and I left my friends behind but, what ever. Wednesday night gave me a new appreciation for pickup lines after hearing "I'm going to rail you" said to my friend too many times. The only person who is going to rail her, is me. The party got shut down far to early for a Wednesday night. Though I'm glad it did because something had to save me from the embarrassment I was giving myself by trying to hold a civil conversation with Kitty from Young Heretics. So to end the night, I microwaved a carrot. Wednesday night did it's justice. 

Karate chop deep sting

The Karate Man called me the other morning. Told me he'd love me to be a black belt karate master. Then after aimless chatting he sees that I'm a hopeless hippy that he's not willing to hire. Now I'm trying to get into something wa-wa-waaay more exciting. Waitressing. I have trial tomorrow and if I drop plates on Mr Jones from the city law firm, I'm blaming The Karate Man and he can pay for the shrink to bring my self esteem up from metal bottom. Not rock; Metal. 
I need to go on the dole.

I woke up near the sea

Red sugar

Today I had planned to get some film developed, buuuuuuuuuuut instead I've wasted the day writing an application for a job that I'm definitely not qualified for. A karate teacher. So I have nothing to post, apart from a photo of me with my sailor dress and a lollypop.

A regular Thursday night of sleeping in the car with stolen towels.

As a toast to the new plan of saving money for bigger and better things, I emptied out my old savings and woke up with no bag or shoes. To the greatest start, ever.