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Job-ilemma [06 Feb 2008|09:08pm]
[ mood | confused ]

I'm in the midst of a job-related quandary.

The situation - in brief.

Current job:  I absolutely love the workplace at a local level (the people, management, office culture, how my role is viewed/treated) however I am growing out of the content, which I flagged with my two Principals late last year.  I told them I was looking to move into a more management role (Marketing Manager as opposed to Marketing Coordinator as I am now) and divest myself of some of the more time-consuming admin-esque task my role currently encompasses. 

(As a side note - at a national level, my job frustrates me - all our offices operate essentially independently for marketing, yet nationally they attempt to homogenise it.  This doesn't work because in some states there is a heavy focus on marketing (like Victoria) whereas in some others the "Marketing Coordinator" position is relegated to extra duties that the administration manager or a project secretary take on.  Obviously it then becomes extremely ineffective to treat all the positions, marketing approaches to each state the same - and Jill gets ANGRY.  It means that for instance things like promotions, career progression are virtually non existent because the marketing concept is so new to them that it is still very much in the teething stages.  So locally, I have input into practice strategy, do up my own planning etc - nationally I am viewed as a resource to facilitate direct mail campaigns....yaaayyy!!!!!)

They agreed to this in principle, and to me getting a marketing assistant to alleviate the workload/aid divestment of shit admin tasks.  Then I got told it was being put on hold for various reasons.  Only having been back at work a month, I was unimpressed to be working back until 2 am etc......

Which led me to apply for a position I saw advertised at a PR consultancy.  Which I have an interview for tomorrow.  It was advertised at approx. 50% increase of my current salary - and seemed a good match for my skill set.

Fast forward to today where my boss suddenly tells me that they will be pushing through my promotion, and also I have approval to recruit an assistant.  Hmmm.  Salary remains the same for the time being (well at least she didn't say anything about it) but reviews happen circa April.

Obviously I haven't got the new job yet but I think I have a good chance.  Also their website is SERIOUSLY ugly. 

But then I think am I just holding out for magical things to happen at my current job that won't.  I will always not be the priority of that organisation - because architecture is their core business not marketing.  Fine to extent but I don't want to compromise my career and earning potential because I'm emotionally invested in the job.

But then I think how lucky I am to come to a workplace every day where I am genuinely excited to see the people and to be a part of that company.


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Life sucks but death is worse [15 Dec 2007|05:58pm]
[ mood | morose ]

My cat is dying.  Not Mr Bojangles, my cat in Brisbane.  She has hyperthyroidism.  We could get treatment for her but she is 17 years old and it would probably be very traumatic for her.  They can't give us an estimate on how long she will live for, and she is not in any pain yet.

I have had Colours since I was 9.  I remember choosing her in the RSPCA because I liked her tortoise shell coat.  She was 18 months when we got her.  From that point Colours was always there for me.  She wasn't the most affectionate cat but she was always there when I needed her.  During my tumultuous teenage years, when I would escape from my mother's constant stream of verbal abuse and retreat to my room with the door locked Colours would sit on the end of my bed and listen to me cry.  When you live in a house with one other person with whom cohabitating is impossible, having any other kind of living contact makes a huge difference and stops you feeling so desperately alone.

She would make me laugh, by being so bold as to jump up on my Mum's clients laps when they had appointments in her home office.  She always seemed to know who didn't like cats and either irritate them by being overly affectionate or biting them.  She always seemed a bit crazy and would occasionally be caught with her tongue poking out of her mouth or drooling in her sleep. 

When I moved out of home at 19 because it was the only way I could think to end my mother and I's insufferable living situation, the thing I missed most was Colours.  I cried when I realised that I would no longer be waking up in the middle of the night knowing that she was nearby.  Maybe it sounds a bit pathetic, but I really do love her.

Mum told me yesterday when I was up in Brisbane about her being sick.  I have known, and dreaded for ages that she will die.  She is 17 afterall.  Funnily enough, last Tuesday night I was thinking about her, and ended up crying myself to sleep because I convinced myself she had already died and Mum hadn't told me.  I guess it was a bit of a premonition of things to come.

I hate death and everything that goes along with it.  I've always been terrified of it, and it hasn't lessened the older I have got.  I know there's nothing I can do about it, either before or after the event, but that fact doesn't seem to make it any easier for me to deal with.

I don't want Colours to die, but there is nothing I can do.

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Tonight, tonight [06 Dec 2007|11:05pm]
[ mood | grateful ]

Tonight I didn't work, for the second time this week.

Last night I didn't work, for the first time this week.  Instead I went to a pub trivia night.  Fun, but fairly predictably so.

Tonight was different.  I left work a little before 8, rejecting the offer of taking someone's place at a dinner/ball work type thing tonight, because I wasn't in the mood...it just didn't feel right, as much as I usually love the chance to drink free booze and hang out with my relatively cool work friends....not tonight.

I walked out Collins Place about to go to the tram stop and across the road I spied my ex-boyfriend-from-when-I-was-15 who I ran into out the front of my work about 2 months ago (who I suspect lives on the street I work on), and who coincidentally, or incidentally, had facebooked me last night seeing if I wanted to catch up this weekend.  Tonight, he was with the girl-who-I-suspect-is-his-girlfriend, and he was across a very wide street so by the time I followed (stalked?) them up to Bourke street, with the intent of catching up to get, if nothing else, a closer glimpse of the girl, they had disappeared. 

So I decided to catch the 'other' tram home (which is similarly close to my house at the home end, but is further away from work).  I was on the tram and thinking how I would probably need to stop and get dinner somewhere given I have absolutely no food at home.  I was also thinking about how much I need to get my haircut, and happened to be going down Smith St, where a salon called Lure is located, which is all split level and pink lighted and open and awesome, that I have always wanted to go to.  They were open.  So I got off the tram and walked there, fairly positive that at 8pm there was a fairly slim chance I would be able to get my hair cut that night.  I was right, they were fully booked but I made an appointment for Saturday morning, with Jasmine "she's awesome with curls".

I walked down Smith St a little further to see if I could find anything that took my fancy for dinner, and also because at 32 degrees being in open air was vaguely more appealing than being in a tram.  Nothing doing, so I waited at the next tram stop....hopped on a tram, and carried on to High St, up the hill, with the intent of picking up something for dinner and walking home.  The Thai place for some reason just didn't appeal, and so I walked on, up to a small shop that Tom and I have been into before, one Saturday.

It's quite special, a little cramped antique/vintage shop, with a market garden out the back.  It's owned by a man called Gerard, who gave us advice on what plants to grow in our courtyard and who refused to sell Tom a kitsch miniature suit of armour with in built shot glasses because he "wanted to live with it for a while".  I like to call Gerard the constant gardener and have a bit of a crush on him, as much as you can on a man who is probably pushing 50 and is of dubious sexuality.

Anyway tonight was one of Gerard's 'twilight markets', which he had mentioned to us on our previous visit.  I noticed the shop was open and popped in just for a bit of a browse, and was enticed out back by the sound of laughter and merriment.  Out the back his garden space was transformed - lit by fairly lights and lanterns, there was a stall selling boutique beers and wine (with a $1 deposit on glasses) and another selling freshly made paella. Delicious!

At first I felt a little uncomfortable, being still in work clothes amongst a group of people who were beautifully, but very casually dressed.  Not to mention none of whom I knew. But I decided to make a go of it, bought a glass of wine + deposit and a paella, and got chatting to a girl Belle, whose cousins were the beer purveyors.  There were some other stalls with crafty designer type things like hand made bags, t-shirts and brooches, and a girl called Berry who was selling some of her stuff joined us.  It was so nice to have a decent conversation with two people I didn't know at all.  Laughing and ranting and agreeing and philosophising about...whatever.  It didn't matter.

Tonight was refreshing, and I'm so glad I went.  I stayed for about an hour and a half, even though at 5pm this afternoon I could have happily curled up on any given space and gone to sleep.  Tonight I wasn't anyone who was anyone, at least not anyone that anyone else knew....and it was a relief.  I was just myself, on a clean slate, with good conversation, good wine and good food. 

Tonight a good atmosphere made me remember why I crave the experience, not even necessarily the enjoyment, of life.  Because sometimes you can turn a corner and be pleasantly surprised by what's on the other side.

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Cry baby [10 Jun 2007|03:58pm]
This morning I cried during the film clip for that song by the Sick Puppies loosely known as the 'Free Hugs' filmclip song.

What is wrong with me?

(also I am currently without internet at home hence my less-than-normal-which-isn't-even-that-much-anyway posting).
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A simple solution to carb addiction [15 Apr 2007|05:16pm]
[ mood | sick ]

Just reading some articles online re: carb addiction (I know. funny...I am obsessed with the concept since I was on a plane recently reading the lady next to me's book which had a quiz to see if you were a 'secret carbophile') and it had this fantastic solution!!!!

1. Fix the mood, not the food. Going outside for some fresh air, visiting a friend, holding a baby, playing with a pet, exercising, or enjoying a hobby can all distract you, lift your mood, keep you out of the kitchen, and possibly chase cravings away.

WTF, seriously? Like maybe I am splitting hairs but I seriously do not think that holding a baby is going to make anyone not feel like gorging on chocolate, pasta or whatever their poison is.

Stupid website.

p.s. I'm pretty sure I am a secret carbophile. I think this means instead of getting to wear a cool detective outfit I have to wear a loaf of bread on my head or something?

Now I've just got to find a spare baby somewhere...

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Do bananas have poo trails? [04 Apr 2007|07:55am]
[ mood | confused ]

You know when you are de-veining or disemboweling or whatever you do to a prawn to get rid of the poo trail?

And ps, people who don't are mingers, and people who don't eat prawns are like, demented and or jewish.

Anyway. I had a banana that required disemboweling just then. You know how often there is a dark nubbin on the end of the banana once peeled that you are required to remove? Yes well mine extended HALF WAY up the banana as a hard core (ew) forcing me to eat it not unlike a cob of corn.

I found this inordinately irritating.

I would like to know if anyone has had this experience.

It was a lady finger banana if that makes a difference.

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Friday evening thunderstorm in the city [23 Mar 2007|08:00pm]
[ mood | calm ]

This is the city I fell in love with.

The city of untimely downpours that sweep through urbanity wreaking havoc on a friday night of after work drinkers. The crunching noises of european manufactured tyres gripping the drizzle smeared asphalt, headlights battling with the mist, almost succeeding in carving beams of light through its blanket. Strains of Great Gatsby-esque jazz drifting across high brick walls over which leafy, dripping boughs splatter unsuspecting victims, both giving sporadic clues as to what delights hide on the other side. You can almost see and hear the laughter of ladies and gentlemen; the tuneful crescendo of clinking glasses. Too many cocktails to care about the rain that is washing out their curls, dresses and suit jackets.

I refuse to seek shelter. Steadfastly remaining at my unsheltered tram stop, I imagine the pores of my skin absorbing the cool shower like a tonic. I'm more concerned about the hardiness of my handbag than myself; I can feel my hair clumping into bedraggled curls as I wipe my arms and shake off a sheet of water, but I don't care.

It's been too long since weather like this, and it seems to dislodge a vague memory and long-forgotten instinct in the city dwellers scurrying from awning to awning then inside. This is what it used to be like, the ordinary not the exception, constantly unpredictable, before drought-time.

Melbourne remembers drinking from the sky and the unexpected romance that a slick of rains lends to life.

And it is beautiful.

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Dear Friends [05 Mar 2007|06:33pm]
[ mood | stressed ]

Please be advised that due to time constraints and an ever-increasing workload, I will be to all intents and purposes uncontactable and unavailable until at least this weekend, possibly until next Wednesday.

If you are doing anything remotely interesting (including anything involving being away from your place of work for longer than 3 hours), I do not want to know about it.

Many thanks, and warmest festive regards,

Jill aka
Miss Verucasalt

p.s. any offers of assistance in voluntary euthanasia are desired and appreciated.

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Soooo....I may or may not be a crazy cat lady! [25 Feb 2007|12:55pm]
[ mood | kitten fever!!! ]

Meet the latest addition to my dysfunctional household.

Mr Bojangles (who is actually a girl).

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I think my cat is a lesbian! Hands off jickynay!

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Sometimes you need to go back [to school] to go forward... [16 Feb 2007|01:34pm]
Yesterday I went on a school excursion.


I was replacing my boss at a function run by Melbourne Cares (www.melbournecares.org.au) - it was the first of a series of community insight events they are running, where they take prospective and current supporters out to visit one of the organisations they have been working with, ostensibly to gain a better understanding of how their programs work, and hopefully to lure in prospective supporters once they can see the tangible benefits Melbourne Cares makes.

So, I boarded a 'school bus' with assorted other high flyers (I'm pretending I'm my boss here...)and off we went to Bayside Secondary College, in Altona. Once there we split into pairs and were shown around by the students.

Now - those on here who know me to various extents can verify, but I consider myself...sensitive, but a realist I guess. There was no way I could have prepared myself for the emotional reaction that this visit provoked in me.

Firstly, the school was appallingly rundown. Attending a private school, and having a vague concept that public schools probably had somewhat lesser facilities seemed like an understatement. Though someone from Dept. of Education and Training who was on the tour did say this school was far below average, I was still shocked at how old and border-line dilapidated some/most of the buildings were. It made me feel like I have lived a lot of my life in a bubble, and that I'm a lot more sheltered than I probably realise - and a lot more privileged.

Secondly - the multiculturalism of this school was phenomenal. Everyone who spoke about it mentioned it, and the students (the four who took us around were all of different ethnicities) told me about their annual Peace Day, where they have performances from all the different cultural sections and all the students contribute to a gigantic art piece that explores the idea of peace and they generally celebrate all their different cultures. It really was fantastic to see an example of multiculturalism that went far beyond a euphemism. This school set an example of how diverse groups can coexist harmoniously - I mean one of the girls showing me around was wearing a hajib, yet in the next breath was telling me how she wanted to open her own business with her sister. Extremely fucking switched on kids.

It was almost surreal, walking around with these 14 and 15 year olds who were so interested to know how I got where I was, did I have goals when I was at high school, and what my salary was (lol). I had to ask them to repeat the last question as I was a little taken aback albeit refreshed by their honesty, but another reality check was in store when I answered it - and their mouths dropped (I don't think I earn very much!). The weird thing was, walking around and joking with them, I didn't feel much older than them. It began to freak me out when I calculated I had a decade on them. Was it so long ago that my life was ruled by teachers, friends and occasionally detention? I felt as if I was ready to have a waterfight at lunch time, or sit down and gossip with my 'group'. Sometimes I think I'm not ready to grow up yet.

We listened to some presentations on how Melbourne Cares has helped this school and others by linking them up with a corporate partner - who rather than just signing a cheque over (can public schools accept that anyway?) they mentor and help the school in areas like leadership, marketing, management skills, conflict resolution - over an extended period. To me this sounds invaluable, and provides a far more sustainable benefit than a cash flux.

The entire day was extremely inspiring. I have thought for a while that I would like to be involved in community work - I used to do stuff like help out at a camp for disabled kids, which I really enjoyed, but of late I've strugged to think of a cause that I would be really passionate about. Today presented that on a platter - facilitating education, something that is fundamentally important to me. I'm certain this is where I want to help out - I just need to convince my stupid work to become a member so that I CAN help out!
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good vibrations [11 Feb 2007|12:49pm]
[ mood | happy ]

so. unbelievably. good.

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Anna Nicole Smith and the Scissor Sisters: Trashily united - Stratospherically divided [10 Feb 2007|01:36am]
[ mood | happy ]

It was was a moment that teetered on the brink of poignancy: The Scissor Sisters performing Candle in the Wind as a tribute to Anna Nicole Smith, who died on the day of their Melbourne show. Besides the glaringly satirical song choice, I found it ironic that a woman who on the scale of vulgarity and class always leant, nay stumbled towards the former, but strove towards the latter, was being honoured (well, as honoured as one can be by a semi-farcical cover song performance) by a group of people who have somehow managed to attain that mystical holy grail of vulgar chic.

Watching Jake Shears bound and thrust about on stage with energy that I considered unnatural even factoring in his assumed recreational drug habit put a huge grin on my face. Regardless of how it was induced, that kind of exuberance is infectious, and though the crowd seemed to take a while to get into it, from the first notes of their opening track ('She's My Man') I was hooked. From the Mickey Mouse bedazzled suit that he was sporting, to the simulated fellatio between himself and Ana Matronic during Filthy Gorgeous, it was a non-stop cavalcade of crudity that they somehow made crudité.

The audience interaction exemplified their ability to eschew convention and take trashiness to an almost intellectual level.

Shears pronounced Laura Bush a cunt before singing their hit song featuring her namesake - and Ana Matronic validated my notoriously colourful vocabulary by condemning a woman who wrote an 'angry letter' about the swearing in the Sydney show by proclaiming "Eat my Fuck". Later in the show however, they got serious about dance and preached to the gaping thousands about worshipping the bass - somehow managing to work in the well-trod out 'your body is a temple'.

It's the dichotomy of it all that I love about them. The ballads are soaring yet searing, well placed words cause you to almost wince along - in a live setting the more down tempo tracks were quite beautiful. But rock they did and songs like Kiss You Off and Take Your Mama Out had everyone begging for more.

A friend told me today she cried when she found out Anna Nicole Smith died, and at the time I laughed. But later tonight, post Scissor Sisters, I was out, and found myself watching a news report showing a series of pictures of her accompanied by someone singing Sinatra's My Way at karaoke as an unwitting tribute. Though accidental, the second poignant moment of the night had just occurred, and I found myself feeling quite sad for this woman who from my self-confessedly limited observation, seemed to have spent her entire life reinventing herself, in the pursuit of a happiness I'm not sure she ever achieved. Juxtaposed against an evening spent being entertained by style icons who profess to do things 'their way' - with optimal success, a far more tragic air was cast over the demise of a woman who when alive, I had little to no personal interest in.

The romantic part of me fancies that this is the powerful affect that seeing great live music has on you - opening your mind to emotions, empathy and a capacity to connect that is normally drowned out by the banalities of everyday existence, which necessitate a more pragmatic approach. In reality - who knows? Perhaps my fatigue was making me sensitive; My Way always does strike a chord with me.

Regardless, the happiness I experienced at seeing one of my favourite bands live (and being able to witness their ability to transcend not only genre, but being relegated by their crassness or other idiosyncrasies) was immense, and reminded me that I need to see live music more often, as that feeling is irreplaceable. On that note (pun...intended?) bring on bed - then Beastie Boys, Jurassic 5 and Snoop!

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I'd do everything you want me to [02 Feb 2007|08:07am]
I just wanted everyone to know that for the most part, i'm sticking to my million and 1 new year's resolutions.


There's scope for error.

But I like this song, and I'm going to be late for work anyway (oops, that's one of them) so, c'est la vie!
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My Friend Tristan and His Awesome Theatre!!!!!!!!!! [21 Jan 2007|09:09pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

Being the paradigm of social-ness that I am, friday night was spent (most enjoyably I might add) listening to music, watching various "classic" music videos courtesy of youtube (which I am learning to love) and chatting to some people on msn.

In contrast, my Saturday night I actually left the house! (omg!!) (this is worthy of omg!! as I am broke as a fucking penniless..person) and went and hung out with my friend Tristan and his friend Colleen and another friend John who joined us later. John is hot, but we won't go into that now.

My main reason for this entry is that My Friend Tristan is starting a theatre! He lives in, yes IN, Bennett's Lane Jazz Club - in a back studio area that has been unused for a while. It is absolutely the most awesome fucking space, and he is going to transform it into a theatre, and still live there (though in a far diminished area). At the moment, it is possibly the coolest living space I have ever been to, he has rows of disused cinema seats lying ominously in wait for audiences yet to know of their existence. It has glass bricks (!!!!!) behind a brightly painted kitchen, old remnants of furniture and equipment used throughout the operations of Bennett's Lane are scattered around, and really, it is just so unbelievably effortlessly cool I almost died.

ANYHOW!!!!!!!!!! In a matter of a few short months (maybe 2 even) My Friend Tristan will be, as I said, transforming this area into a blackbox theatre. To do this requires a bit of construction, but also a fair bit of manual labour. If anyone who lives here would like to help him/us out with the manual labour (ripping out a roof, moving shit etc), not only to help out a friend but also for the never seen before opportunity to be a part of Melbourne's live theatre history in the making, then hit me up. If not, you have to all promise you'll come and see something there once it's all finished!!

He also needs to think of a name for it. He's thinking he wants something that relates to the context of the space, which used to be paper mill, then a printing press, then a chinese gambling den (!!!). They wanted The Mill but this was taken already by someone 15 years ago or something. So yeah, any other ideas on this would also be welcome!! :D

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A questionnaire from Myspace, that I refused to do on there. [28 Dec 2006|01:23pm]
[ mood | tired ]

1) Where did you begin 2006?
Melbourne. Rather fitting really. And I am going to enjoy the symmetry of this year's by being in QLD.

2) What was your status by Valentine's Day?
Anti-valentines. But cheefully so.

3) Did you attend school this year?
Summer school in the beginning of Jan to finish my degree, but other than that no.

4) How did you earn your money?
Coporate whoredom/spin doctoring.

5) Did you have to go to the hospital?
Yes, but not for myself. I've still never been.

6) Did you have any encounters with the police?
Only the tram police.

7) Where did you go on holiday?
Melbourne/Brisbane (when living in respective other city), Byron, Woodford and Bundaberg for NY so that counts too.

8) What did you purchase that was over $500?
Laptop, Camera, 'moving to Melbourne incorporating associated costs', new ipod.

9) Know anyone that got married?
My mother, Toni and Alex - within 1 day of each other no less!

10) Did you know anybody who passed away?
Knew of people, noone close to me.

11) Have you run into anybody you left high school with?
Surprisingly yes, despite the interstate factor.

12) Did you move anywhere?

13) What sporting events did you go to?
An AFL game, the final of the state of origin, Derby Day (never again...) oh and I played lawn bowls!

14) What concerts/shows did you go to?
Not nearly enough considering where I live now. Splendour (never again...), On Like Kong, Woodford, Midnight Juggernauts, some cool hip hop stuff and I guess the random live music you see pretty much wherever you go in Melbourne.

15) Are you registered to vote?
Um yes, in Queensland...I need to enrol in Victoria :\

16) Who did you want to win Big Brother?
Camilla!!!!!! Because she was a dirty skank! No, I quite loved her by the end, and she would have been loving herself sick if she won. Jamie should have been disqualified from winning because he touched Katie.

17) Where do you live now?
Fitzroy North - northside represent!!!

18) Describe your birthday.
Bryn. Zoo. House party.

19) What's the one thing you thought you would never do but did in 2006?
Moves states without having a nervous breakdown. Get a myspace. Develop an ability to get over people. Become a teacher's pet. Forgive Yasmin.

20) What has been your favorite moment?
Hmmm...so many. Saying goodbye to people when I was leaving (in a very bittersweet way), saying hello to people when I come home. Seeing scissor sisters was pretty cool. And any time that I've received total validation/won an argument. Heh.

21) What's something you learned about yourself?
Patience and control are not dirty words.

22) Any new additions to your family?
My Mum got married, so I guess I have a step father now.

23) What was your best month
October/November. If I had to choose.

24) What music will you remember 2006 by?

Movin' Right along - the Muppets
I don't feel like dancin' - Scissor Sisters
Promiscuous Girl - Nellie Furtado
A lot of 80s cheese with my lovely housemate
The Beatles
Kiss Chasey - The Shake + Do dos and Woahs

25) Who has been your best drinking buddy?
I guess Tom...it appears I don't drink as much anymore. Maybe Nellie or Kate from my work.

26) Made new friends?

27) Best new friend?
Very difficult. Tom probably.

28) Favorite Night out?
Rumpus Room the other night in Brisbane, tripping at Splendour, crazy night with work peeps where I hit on a 55 year old dude, Monograph launch for work. I need to get out more!

29) Any regrets?
Naturally! There are things that make me cringe and give me pangs of regret, but I'm not 100% confident I would do anything differently now, either by choice or incapability to act differently.

This was just a pre-cursor/lazy version of me actually putting thought into writing about my year. But it will do for the moment.

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Home again home again jiggity jig (we'll always be together, no matter how far it seems!) [21 Dec 2006|07:05am]
[ mood | hungovere ]

Off to Brisbane circa 8pm tonight (providing I get my packing done....ahhh)until 2nd Jan or thereabouts.

I'll be online at some point to complete the obligatory 'A year in review' post - but other than that it will only be sporadically, so if anyone has a burning desire to contact me, mobile will probably be the safest option.

Going home is always such a mixture of feelings. Such a subjective term.

Anyway no time for reflection, some of us have to work!

See (most of) you cats in 2007!

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YULE-TIME FUN TIMES!!! [16 Dec 2006|10:38am]
[ mood | Festive ]

I'm going Christmas shopping and I'm not coming home until it's all done!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Is it wrong? [06 Dec 2006|08:40pm]
[ mood | disturbed ]

To be sitting in an internet cafe, surrounded by people playing networked games (together mind you, ie. yelling out instructions) who also appear to be covered in tattoos, and finding one of them mildly attractive?

I appal? appall? myself frequently.

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Hate [05 Dec 2006|01:25pm]
[ mood | on the phone to optus ]

I hate optus.

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Pretty fucking funny [01 Dec 2006|11:49pm]

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