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 goodbye darling oscar, you were my favourite thing in the world.
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[20 Aug 2008|12:48pm] |
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journal: DEAD
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[29 Feb 2008|12:41pm] |
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twins?
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[28 Feb 2008|12:48pm] |
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i feel flat and dull and still can't switch my thoughts off for sleep, i think i'll cut off all my hair so no one knows me anymore.
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[09 Jan 2008|03:25pm] |
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seeing sweet friends play sweet music onstage at big day out is going to be so rad, i'm so effing excited! and jens lekman, and spoon (twice!) and the arcade fire (maybe three times!) and more! and everything has fallen into place as of last night, and everything's amazing!
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[26 Jul 2007|08:08pm] |
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how to feel better:
- quit comfort eating cos it makes you a little too cuddly.
- don't be selfish, be happy to please others too.
- appreciate things you've got & don't wish too much for things you don't.
- say more words to more people & don't be scared.
- read more books to fill your head with dreams.
- keep a hold of your money & save up.
& this is just a start.
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[05 Mar 2007|05:51pm] |
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i'm back in brisbane, i arrived wearing my jumper and had to take it off as soon as i hit the tarmac, how disappointing! upon my arrival to melbourne was record shopping, cheap scotch at a dodgy inner-city bistro, and sitting in a park catching up on cuddles and the like. pizza and cigarettes in a cosy, dark cafe with second-hand lounges and shoes nailed to the ceiling and records on the walls. polyester book store and wanting to read everything in it. vegan cafe, food food food food. there are so many places to go at nighttime, instead of just one bar in brisbane. plenty more! if i'm to move from this city, i know exactly where i'm going.
(lame-o, i know but i'm also really excited that i travelled alone and found my way to the city all my myself, because i'm usually not that kind of girl. high five!)
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[19 Feb 2007|03:34pm] |
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some dogs came to the front door today, a big one and a little one.
ross leaves for tour tomorrow, i won't see him for three weeks.
lu-cky! i wish i could tag along, i'd make a neat roadie.
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[22 Jan 2007|06:09pm] |
if i won a million dollars, i'd run away to different countries with my friends & on my return i'd buy an old, neat house in paddington or newmarket on a road with trees around & a little verandah & a big red wooden door. i'd have a pony in the backyard (or maybe up the street) & a dumb, cute dog & i'd smoke peter stuyvesants on the floor & invite my friends over all the time for scotch in hammocks. i'd wear dresses for the rest of my life & i'd work some sweet job that i'd love & be awesome at & never be sad again.
now i'm going to visit my bestie, she was stuck in a change-room this morning with a bunch of completely naked old ladies, & she needs some help recovering!
(i wish my parents went away for the day on the 26th, then i could have friends over to drink & smoke & swim & listen to the hottest 100 all day. oops, i forgot to vote.)
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