rest in peace girl, your death was such a shame

good week. worked mostly and it was really hard, i spilt someone's coffee on my new cardigan and burnt my leg but my boss just laughed at me anyway hahaha. i have NO IDEA what i'm going to wear to ghostface which is less than a month away and i'm SO EXCITED!!!! i'm going with hugh and elle haha she's a funny girl. hugh always makes fun of me for liking gil scott heron but it's okay because he said he's gonna buy me the seinfeld box set.

ive been saving so much money because i havent been going out at all, funny hey. mainly because my phonme ran out of credit and i can't call the people i know the numbers of. otherwise i totally would have gone out but probably shouldnt because im saving for ghostface and and the flyest pair of dunks and would probably run into a certain chai cino with half a teaspoon of honey and it would be so awkward. arrrrrrrgh it makes me so angry when i think about how he snubbed me.

i had a dream last night it was so weird. a girl i met once got me drunk and resculpted my face and i was so angry. it was heaps trippy.

anyway i'm going to go watch sixty minutes and eat gingernut biscuits.

bye lurkerz.

Giant Steps

Fifty years ago today, Tommy Flanagan, Paul Chambers, Art Taylor and John Coltrane recorded 'Giant Steps'. You can read about it on Jeffrey Spiegel's blog, Straight No Chaser.

Jack Simmons.

I had Jack Simmons (yes, THE Jack Simmons) fit me for a vest today.

Louis: I'd probably be after a small.
Jack: Alright. (Looks shelf up and down, then looks me up and down.) Jesus, you're a slightly built gentleman aren't you!
Louis: Umm...yes. A bit...on the skinny side, I suppose.
Jack: Bloody oath you are!

Menswear is tougher than it looks, kid.

On another note, Angels and Demons comes out this week, and those who know me will know that I have a soft spot for outrageous plotlines that revolve around conspiracy theories and ancient brotherhoods. Now I just have to find someone to go with me.

A small selection of treasured cards.

This was an angel sent by Paris to watch over me during my HSC exams. Her name is Coco. I didn't do so well in the exams, but I got through them without any physical injuries.



A birthday card from Phoebe. Best one I ever got. Inside was a lovely lil' poem, too.



This a Valentine's day card with a cat on it.



Mondo is pretty good.

Thank you, Pete.

PAARRTYING (way too hard) Part One.

Kitten at No.33.

Some months ago, Amy, Pete and I found a lost kitten trapped in a drain. Despite her real name being Missy, we ironically named her Houdini, after her poor escaping abilities. Manny wasn't as happy with her presence as we were, and made a point of letting us know. One night with Houdini in the house was all the excitement that we could bear, and we promptly returned her to her grateful keepers across the street.