that time some mad hipsters climbed up an old warehouse in collingwood to drink cider.
wtf, metlink? I don’t even know.
the other day, Grant took me on an adventure to Footscray. he showed me the markets and we ate lentils and went to savers—where I bought this mad warm jumper and this woollen cardigan. and on the way home, the post office gave me these rad new shoes from the internet. cool day.
on having mad pathetic lung capacity
I am totally laying on the floor, blowing up an air mattress. and I’m incredibly (surprisingly) good at it.
sexual innuendo? (larger, firmer) whatever.
trying to fool my mother that I’m handy, and able to cope in ‘the outdoors’, nuclear fallout, and the north of Brunswick.
failing, of course.
on being a grown up (of sorts)
I am a library kind of person. I am crushed about leaving work, and that I might never again spend nerdy evenings flicking through current serial issues in the comfort of its reading rooms.
so it seens moving away from Canberra means more than having to find a new favourite weatherman and re-establishing myself as hipster elite. I must also take leave of my favourite institution and familiarise myself with its kind-of-inferior local alternative.
I am certain that the State Library of Victoria must have an extensive and engaging collection of serials, including my usuals (New Scientist and the Economist and Asian Geographic). but. I can’t imagine feeling comfortable and intellectually stimulated. in a building where the wireless signal is rubbish and the air-conditioning might be turned off and where there are so many people, and all so close to me that I can smell their bodies all up in my air.
perhaps this is one of those ‘city’ things that I’ll have to deal with.
in the meantime, I have visited a ‘newsagent’ to get a fix of my number one and number two sources of interesting/novel/inane trivia. which (from Wednesday) I can enjoy from the comfort of my own home.
fuck, I’m good to me.
on this weekend and how it is happening in jeans
seriously. in keeping with my post about accomplishing things, I have put myself to the test—weekend sans stockings.
I am in Melbourne until Monday, and have brought NO dresses. …well. in weakness, I have brought ONE dress. but I don’t intend to wear it.
despite being committed, I have already compromised myself by way of an unfortunate oversight—I forgot to pack my second, favourite [and only other] pair of jeans.
being inexperienced in the wearing of jeans, I am unfamiliar with associated etiquette. I mean. is wearing a single pair of jeans for an entire weekend even acceptable? and if I spill something on them, what then?
I can only hope that my plan to purchase an additional pair of jeans does not fail. assuming this, I will be able to avoid the whole uncomfortable situation.