Friday, January 30, 2009

number 106 this is why...decision made



number 105 remind me why i don't like this place

when i meet a woman randomly (while i am rapidly acquiring a taste for single malt whiskey, thank you sam s.), that tells me she loves my jacket, and has lived in the chelsea hotel for 15 years. it snows on my face and it is clear blue skys, and michael pitts does a double take at me...???

hmm...sydney, new york, sydney, new york, sydney, new york...

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

number 103 back and forth

this time here was different to last time...i am just trying to work out why. maybe it was because my family finally realised i wasn't really a rat bag, and they felt guilty for all the years that i was just being the sweet old me, but they thought i was some sort of monster...

maybe it was the fact that i got to wrap up a whole bunch of things by staying in my old home - or maybe it was the fact that people thought for some reason, i was really fun. i just felt like my old self - but i have to feel kind of good due to the amount of text messages i have received saying hope you have a safe flight or i love you don't leave me!!! i wanted to do a list of all the texts - but i got all shy, and can't write them down out loud, really because some of them are really rude and i do like the privacy of a text message still.

so i am back to the wrap up list of my stay...might be a bit different to the last one, but here it is:

best wedding - black and white
best baby - edie lucia ifould
best swim - north bondi, rocks, jd, me, big wave, blood, barnacles, deciding that maybe we should swim at the beach
best home cooked food - ish, blue potato's
best sleep over - lang road, big house, back yard cigarettes
best laugh - an invitation to play street fighter at 11.20am
best news - secret...
best ebay purchase - so good these days, i don't even look
best forgotten find - diamonds
best new music - split endz
best work day - mia being more hung over than me the next day
best party - slippery cement, lang road...

Sunday, January 25, 2009

number 102 that's entertainment

number 101 white (and black) wedding

there was a wedding - black and white, masks, big, small, loud, any type of mask you could think of.

on route to the party, 2 of us, sat in the back of a cab. looking at each other in our white dresses, both knowing what the other was thinking - i hope they don't think we want to be the bride??? shit. oh well, it was too late and we were running late, and my only black dress was scrunched up down the bottom of a checked washing bag somewhere in an old cupboard in newport.

as we walked up the stairs we were greeted with 'oh they are here' - i looked back at my partner 'yep, knew it, we look like the want to be brides, just confirmed'...

my camera ran out just when the fun started to get going. someone who had a ned kelly mask thought it was really funny to bang it really hard when it was on my head - including a kimberly who came running from across the other side of the dance floor to give it another big old funny whack just as i was taking it off (i felt like saying, how about we put your head in your base drum while i see if the foot peddle is working, hey, hey??)...i got spun around pretty good by dan, who managed to sling me under a table well into the dancing stage of the night. i am pretty sure we boo'd when we had to leave, because no one wanted to go...i didn't hear the speeches, but i am sure they were amazing just as the bride and groom themselves were.

nice work jo and sinead - it was a fun fun fun party, all in honor of your love for each other, CONGRATULATIONS!!!











Wednesday, January 21, 2009

number 100 let there be neon


hells yes

number 99 can't stop

number 98 peeping tom

i used to lie on the couch in my old flat on a saturday afternoon and look out at the apartment opposite...my friend used to get really angry because the big tree got cut down that blocked any kind of privacy from the outside world we actually had, and it meant that we had a perfect line of sight for not only the whole of that opposite apartment (that i liked looking at), but my friends dad, who lived in apartment X3. not much would happen, but occasionally there was one couple that would have sex and i would get in trouble for watching...i was like, 'they are just in love, i am not perving on them, ps they are doing it in the kitchen with the blinds open, what do they expect?' i would also get in trouble for walking around with no clothes on. my take on it was, really do they care, and surely anyone regularly looking would just be all, there is the naked girl again, just as much as i was like, there is the sex couple again...

it's nice to be back. there is thunder tonight and i am being super reminiscent.


Tuesday, January 20, 2009

number 97 D-runk luck

I just went to a really nice dinner. I walked a decent amount to the destination, talking the whole way on the phone, making the definite tumor i have created (on the right side of my head just behind my ear) all the more bigger.

I ate spaghetti marinara, without the spaghetti. we talked about what i would wear in -12 degrees next week, dogs, flat mates, grace jones, work, non work, photo's, cameras, food...pretty much a bunch of very interesting topics. for once i feel like i didn't talk too much or get too drunk. we walked and got froghurt, said goodbye, and got into the volvo...THEN....

blahhing on, taking the fun back streets of the cross, when all of a sudden 'whoop whoop' and flashing lights...i was like 'shit , you don't have your lights on'...Constable Whatever comes over and is all 'good evening ladies'. the driver looks at me in horror. she blows the tube, they take her liscence, check the car over and say the inevitable 'where have you ladies been tonight, how much have you had to drink, and is the address you live at'...he holds the device - and then says 'can you read this...' 0.59 we look at each other, and Constable Whatever says 'this is your lucky night ladies'...

we swap seats, me now the driver with an impressive reading of 0.49. repeating a million times 'why did he let us off? i know, it's the happy jumpsuit, whenever I wear this jumpsuit, people smile'. I answer a million and 1 times 'because we are nice, you look Swedish, and my skirt was non existent.

luck...good times in Old Sydney town. someone is now sitting on the couch saying really funny things, including 'stop laughing at me'...i have the repeat button on '0.59, more like 5.9 at this point'...

Monday, January 19, 2009

Sunday, January 11, 2009

number 94 doppelana

today i received an email with the subject titled 'doppelana'...twins are pretty fun when they are not your blood relation. i once had one that apparently worked at the lord dudley. i never went to check her out, thinking - what if the doppelana is better than the real me...

so as i clicked on the link reluctantly after the number of nights i have had out, with large portions of these missing i thought, maybe i shouldn't be opening this. i was pleasantly surprised at the version that i had been supplied with, the lead singer of a girl band that i was obsessed with randomly with a hit song 'those dancing days' (http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFaJK9FOLl4). i responded to the email - flattered, but what i was really thinking all along was, imagine if i clicked on this and it was a picture of anja rubik with a swimsuit malfunction.

the response to that email was this 'hmmm. ok here you go: Doppelana!:'

...much much more similar i think.



















*** that response came within 5 seconds of the sent message. i had forgotten which 2 boys know more models names and flaws better than most casting agent.

Monday, January 5, 2009

number 93 channeling meg tilly

please let me be this flexible...

number 92 blondes have more fun





number 91 la cucaracha

it is such a wonderful thing being back at my old home...and in the big house is even nicer. lang road has never been this good and nothing has changed...still wake up to find 10cm cockroaches on my toothbrush at 3am...















(***my old home photo courtesy of izrock.com )

Sunday, January 4, 2009

number 90 hand bag snoops

i went to my mums house for dinner last night. we ate salmon and made a mask for a big old wedding next week. at some point i asked jennie to put something in my hand bag and i could see as she was doing it, there were a whole lot of things running through her head - and she was seeing right into my life at this very moment.

firstly i know there was a lighter in there, in which i could see that she was thinking...hmm smoking hey, what is she smoking?? when did she start smoking??? ps the lighter was NOT in fact mine...a few other random things fueling motherly food for thought, including a photo booth photo. this had come from the previous night in which we had shifted our slippery dance party from my concrete floor to a fine establishment that has one of the only film photo booths left in a public place. being a born leader, the blonde directed the shoot (the photo's always turn out better if you have some sort of direction or theme - SEXY, grumpy etc).

anyway, as i knew jennie had taken a quick peek at the entire actual contents of my bag in 5 milli seconds pretending not to - i proceeded to pull out the photo just to confirm that the 3rd photo down, was not in fact ORGASMIC (good adjective suggestion blondie) and that i am not a lesbian, we were in fact angelic...jennie's exact words were, 'there is trouble', in which i promptly said 'what?? we are being heavenly - you know angelic'...don't know how much she believed of anything i was telling her.

why is it that once back at the family home, the 15-19 year old comes back to life? including the telling of obvious lies.

what is not angelic or singing to the heavens about this one??

number 89 ggps

life at lands end - little bit of 'haoooooow devaaaane'

number 89 when worlds collide

people kept thinking jd was maurice's son?? with him saying 'ahh fongu' and whacking his crotch at the same time - i saw sia smile, and was like ok - worlds are colliding in the right direction, i do not have to tell HIM to stop touching her...




number 88 where to begin

2009 all fine, 2009 all mine, 2009 no more wine...i can't remember any more of the 2009 rhymes we made up - but 2009 day number 1 should have been 2009, lets rewind.

after a very very sensible evening prior, we had some sort of lapse in what we thought the 1st of January would actually bring us - meaning, there is such a thing as a human zoo, and it was happening at the ice bergs on this very day.

i was late. and felt stressed because i knew i was the only one that had a true sense of what was to come. seeing jd's small little face, trapped in some very small space beside the dj booth was the first indication that, i had falsely advertised the idea of 2009 all fine! squashed by the likes of people named paris, and cheyanne, i wondered who ate all the fucking calamari??

her bff did for sure!

number 87 the zawada's

is there anything they can't do!