number 116 wear it well

this brings back so many memories

number 115 www

life is pretty strange when you are looking on youtube randomly, and see a picture of yourself advertising something (for someone that you have no idea about or have never even met in your life ) in the related video's column. i am like, how the hell am i related to devil inside inxs??? now that is weird.

http://www.youtube.com/user/FashionIdiology

number 114 wowzers the hunger

number 113 will the bank notice??

do you think if i maybe purchase those pair of red margiela shoes, and a very small lanvin red handbag before i sign my life away to owning an apartment on darlinghurst road...

what have i done!!! welcome me home with open arms sydney - or if anyone wants to rent an amazing apartment email me IMMEDIATELY!!!!

it's good, really good.!

number 112 arrived

it arrived - finally...

number 111 sublets

my life right now...





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number 110 lost lost lost

i lied tonight. i never lie, and we had had a really full on day. rewarding ourselves with a lovely dinner, all of the rest of the day that involved running around with kilo's of clothes to return in sub zero temperatures was forgotten. until, i realised that i had lost my wallet. this is where i lied. i have only ever properly lost my wallet once before, and it was because i was stupidly so naughty that i couldn't even remember my name and had clearly dropped it in the taxi whilst telling au how amazing the moon was, and how much fun we had had previously.

so i lied and said i had never lost my wallet before to my new lovely friend that now knew every single thing about my life - why i now felt i had to pretend i was not vague or get lost in shopping frenzies was crazy...she new it was not lost, and as i called the shop where we knew it was at 11pm, and the woman answered saying 'we have been waiting for you' i was like, wow, what the fuck is that girl still doing there sewing buttons on things at 11pm on a thursday night in -500 degrees.

anyway. i got my wallet back...happy i do not have to cancel any cards, and really value the $200 that was still in there. i now sit in my new home, with my new jumper and a teddy bears picnic (yes the guy that i am subletting from is some sort of person that at approximately the age of 43 and hetrosexual needs the comfort of numerous teddy bears above his bed that i had to squash into a box so they didn't stare at me when i slept)...it is fun here.

number 109 snow and baby cakes

someone who hasn't been able to have a cup cake in 3 years was very happy when it was a blizzard outside and i took her here...

number 108 forgotten

so i had forgotten how much i had written on this...and was looking at other blogs realising that comments aren't that common - and i was like hang on a minute, i had hate mail once on my blog - so i am posting it again, because it was so long ago, and i just read over it and was like damn this is some good shit...so here goes, who hated me?? come on own up now...PLEASE!!!!

ANONYMOUS SAYS
Prematurely wrinkled aged bitches. With nothing better to do then dance unattractively in clowny try hard outfits. Thinking how cute and alluring you look, as if the odd person that may happen to notice you by accident is really going to buy the 'I don't care, I am just really free and happy' bullshit.
So awkward.

NOVEMBER 26, 2007 5:16 PM

number 107 jet fucking lag

what is with this...i have had a big night the first night i got here. stupidly didn't get the stash of pills that i had in storage when i went up there to get my doona and freaked out that some man was going to get me, and i would have to lock myself in my storage locker till the morning - hence i left missing a boot, and no valium...

now, i lay in bed after being up at 550am, working till 730pm - have drunk sake, half a bottle of wine, and taken 2 advil pm's...hello - wide awake!

sleep please let me sleep now...

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...

number 104 from this to this

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...

number 102 that's entertainment