number 224 halloweeeeeeeeeen

***state theatre 30 10 09

number 223 tomorrow night

***debbie harry sans pants

number 222 tough and tougher

once upon a time i worked in a crazy place...but amongst the madness and accusal's of sneaking peaks at other peoples pay cheques, camel toes and fun late nights there were roses between thorns...when i first started at this establishment i was a minority female in a male dominated commune. it didn't take long for the oestrogen to catch on and soon there was much sharing of intimate detail of numerous nights and soft soft skin to be conquered. this place changed me and i do miss it...god friday mornings were something to be reckoned with, as were the celebration of life lunches. the art department, what a great place to be on a friday in 2003















***i miss you guys and sausage rolls and chicken crimpies

number 221 up to date

nothing has been happening!!!! no one believes me

number 220 sharing the air

i sat on this bench with my partner in crime talking like it was our last talk. we immediately launched into some decent topics, feeling like we were the only people in that whole park. for the ones who wanted to eaves drop, it was worth it i guess. 2 girls sitting there, discussing the possible affects of acid on toilet paper, lesbian love affairs, men, drugs, body con dresses, waxing and way more. to the middle aged man that sat right next to us, it might have been the best thing he had heard all year. at one stage we both looked at each other, agreeing in look that we needn't censor or lower the volume on our conversation continuing on because really, we would never see this man again in our entire lives.

so now back in my little darlinghurst ryokan. things seem to be slightly different on the subject of censoring and sharing the air.

having just got home shutting the door behind me, there was an immediate knock knock knock...look through peep hole, it is next door neighbour that shares a common wall with me. how can i pretend i am not home?????

'hi aaaana, i was just wondering if i could talk to you about a few things...' ulgh, 'come in of course'...so he informs me (just in case i didn't know), that the wall we share is paper thin. i am rapidly learning that my building seems to be VERY japanese. the lady who lives below me also let me in on the fact that the floors are as thin as rice paper and she could hear even an earring drop!...pretty interesting as i can never seem to hear anything but the sexy neighbour in my entire building - well, they can ALL clearly hear me.

as (can't remember his name) was trying to explain to me that i was obviously very social, all of a sudden i was like, hang on, i have been away for a month there has been no noise. is what he is trying to tell me that he thinks that i am the sexy neighbour??? it was so loud the other night that someone yelled out the window 'are you ok down there?'...

if only sneaking in and out of my own front door trying not to see mr no noise next door neighbour was as easy as walking away from mr nosey in the park.















***central park debriefing september 09

number 219 back up

ok i have permission...the uncensored area's are back up...



















***this is only the beginning

number 218 back route

number 217 ride the worm

topics of conversation were at their finest last night around the zawada table of truth. the run down of the musical wicked was a total winner, dust storms, dune and way more AMAZING subjects that i can't now remember - but it seemed to be the tongue of mister allen shea that caught the delayed attention of the ladies at the table.

possibly the result of a month long honeymoon that led to the best of the numerous comments flowing from allen shea's bearded lips.

'but isn't that what all women want - to ride the gaint worm' - jo you know the ladies only too well...










***sandworm dune