fie-guratively speaking

pasty grey sky mornings that just tempt you back under the covers.

it’s the fifth uni week, and i’m still quite unable to get into the rhythm of things. ironic, seeing as this is my final sem (pop the champagne! second graduate among the cousins!). i should be a pro at this by now. bah.

faulkner and wharton are getting to me. so are poe and stein.

perhaps it’s a good thing this is my last lap. i doubt i’d be able to handle another onslaught of readbecauseyouhavetoanalyseandwrite lit books.

it’s disconcerting having the window cleaner hang about(literally). i get these paranoid visions of some hard hat dude peering in and waving his squeegee at me, demanding i clean my OWN windows.

with a turn and a twist
she gets her wish
-jimmy eat world-

polaroid dreams and water colour laughs
i’d like to think of it as
potential reality

***

tummy flips.
me thinks i like it.

i’m receiving a PARCEL from the lovely bigguy :)

i so echo krys’ sentiments. there’s just something about snailmail and ohsosweet gifts from abroad.

thank you for the extra large sweetness. you didn’t have to, but i love you all the more for it.

***

run run run as fast as you can
but you can’t get away from the
gingerbread Man.

so pontificatingly deliberate,

that i almost feel sorry for you.

the rising missourian allstar

ah, how fast they grow.

*proud and pleased, as-if-i’m-that-old grin*

meet joey, the shit-poo zu-dle 

and so according to a certain jt, a cross shih tzu poodle will result in either a shit-poo or zu-dle.

"so, got a new dog eh? what kind?"

"ah she'd be a shit-poo, mate. a shit-poo."

i so prefer zu-dle.

yummy soba, broken green tea glass (how the heck??), traipsing along the yarra taking pictures of uber lala coloured fishes, sandinmyflipflops, st patricks day irish pub beers, and evil jumpoffthebridge/intotheriver persuasions.

all in a nights work.

:)

lovely.

by the way, have you seen the new addition to my apartment?

yes.

the shit-poo.

but an incredibly adorable one at that.

the recalcitrant remnant relegated to refractory irrationality.

*wink wink nudge nudge*

:)

***

turn, shift, smile.
contentment could just be
you.

broadband connection will only be up and running sometime next week, so pardon the online MIA-ness.

to those in the area, pop by and see my new place. you can lounge in my bean bag, drink sparkling ribena and watch prison break.

:)

she is
thrilledtobits.

you epitomize everything i want to be. thank you for blessing my life in so many ways.