September 2009
82 posts
fish, and chips, and vinegar, vinegar, vinegar, fish and chips and vinegar, pepper, pepper, pepper, salt.
Boyish nicknames on willowy girls with large eyes are undeniably attractive: Frank, Lu, Chuck.
Today I wrote some hate mail to the Hilton, avoided planning my Birthday celebration, and ate bran. I’m in my 20s and acting like a GOP.
*Grumpy Old Person
p.s. peaches touched my eyeball.
I hate those moments when I feel the age difference; when a glass of cheap red gets me in the morning, and his giant beers don’t get him.
After a year of winter, I am ready to catch a glimpse of this Australian heat that I have been told so much about.
Second row at Perth Fashion Week week would have made me feel cool, but for Dialect. Got my eyes on Lara Parry. Girl’s got style!
A man, a plan, a canal; panama.
When True Blood season 1 finished, I was like a junkie without her heroin. Now, at the end of season 2, I just find myself disappointed.
I try not to be too judgmental of an individual’s use of the english language, but I cannot stand poorly used apostrophes on signs.
“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the...”
– Nelson Mandela (via dropsofmystory) (via tobia)
