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I'm a little bit of a blog whore.
yes - I am admitting it.

But seriously.. why put my thoughts in one place where people can read them in date order and have the ability to search through them and jump back and forth between my innermost thoughts? Makes much more sense to relay the thoughts as they are arranged in my head - scrambled, nonsensical and absolutely jumbled to the point of not understanding. This is where the three blogs come in. They all say different things that all mean the same I suppose. I might post here, then post on another one in the space of an hour. A lot can happen in an hour. I could watch half a movie, earn $18 at work and travel from here to south of the river (although god knows why I would want to do that!).

Hangovers are interesting. They're so uncomfortable - why do we put ourselves through a day of torture for four hours of stumbling around assuming every thinks you're as sexy as your intoxicated confidence tells you you are. Its a social tradition to go out and get smashed on the weekend, in celebration - hell! it's an aussie tradition to do it at any time of the day. If you're a teenager, its just what you do. Society needs to change its shoes more often to be honest.

That way the streets wouldn't smell like feet.

Here are a random list of things I like:
acrylic nails, heavy music that still has a melody, frozen coke and bourbon, pressing the buttons on eftpos machines, the smell of petrol, drinking so much water that i have to pee every 3 minutes, the idea of being impregnanted and womanly, baking, small children that give me cookies, pleats, magic, intelligent people, earning/making/finding ways to make money, the [only] boy, heavy white gold jewlery, the smell of coffee beans, rocky road that has been frozen, squishing my toes in a plastic bag of moisturiser, stationary, neat stacks of stapled paper and back, neck and shoulder massages.

oh! and cranberry fruit slushies!

i like electroPOP