Deliciousness.

I'm getting my hair coloured peachy this Friday! Yay!

I think he's my soulmate

Lunch today was Blood Orange juice, two vegetarian Vietnamese rice paper rolls with dipping sauce and roughly 50 grams of mixed balsamic olives with basil and garlic. Nom-nom-nom-nom-nom

Last night, thinking about last night

Best. Fucking. Song. Ever.

I would love to be like Princess Mombi and have a variety of different heads I could put on each day like a dress.

Won't even bother to see the Burton version because I'm fairly certain Svankmajer pwns everyone.

I need to move to France where kissing on railways is illegal. I just hate public affection (unless it's sweet geriatric married couples in woolly cardigans holding hands. nothing else.) I'm sick of lovesick emo teenagers and fugly lesbos making out in front of me. As if Transperth isn't unbearable enough already! The more I see this, the more attractive the life of a celibate, sterile old spinster with cats becomes to me.

Autumn

Nico, rain, storm predictions, beetroot and orange soup with chives, jasmine tea, opium incense, tocca perfume, black knee socks, velveteen rust jackets, arranging interviews with ukranian catholic nuns, gold-crimson 70's Dior sunnies on layby

I have many sisters and I communicate with them by dancing. I tell them where the flowers are. To one of my little sisters, I would feed the royal jelly, that would make her fertile, and one day, she would become the bee.

Thanks to the lovely Miss Kirsten for showing me this!

Things I think about when I've had no sleep.

I'm meant to be a narwhal. 5:45 might be my favourite time of day, but I'm only awake at that hour about twice a year. I love overcast days. Last night was really fun and all the fisheye photos are going to be hilar. I hope I don't run into James Shittytats on the way to the traino this morning. He can just fuck off to Melbourne, I am sick of him bothering me. I can't believe I didn't sleep last night because I was playing "Draw on my back" (don't ask...) with Ollie until 5am when he decided he should go home because his sister is about to go into labour. Retarded. I have to go get my hair cut by Chris soon. For free hoorah. Then I have to go into uni and record voiceovers. I might pick up some No-Doze on the way. Have a nice day. Silliest ramble of all time.