December 2009
43 posts
i don't miss
the cups of tea in bed or the freckle on his left index finger or the way he randomly bursts into song lyrics or our matching dimple chins or the fact he whistles in the middle of a word, but only when i’m around or how he has to use a toothpick after every meal even if it’s a bent up straw or his cardigans (that ralph lauren one in particular) or the haagen daz icecream he brings...
a christmas miracle
i’ve been drunk or at least tiddly EVERY night since december 24th and not one morning have i awoke with even the slightest tinge of a hangover.
sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have brothers and sisters. but mostly around christmas.
i'm off to the pub cos it's christmas bitches x
remember when i said i was going to travel less...
yeah apparently neither did i..
vichy & clermont ferrand - france new york - usa liverpool - england madrid - spain benicassim & barcelona - spain paris - france san francisco & las vegas - usa prague - czech republic dublin - ireland
just had THE word from ma and pa
due to the 11 hour time difference i have to be up at 8AM to skype the family back home on christmas day. now there was a time when sleeping-in on christmas day would have been a crime. my eyes would ping open at 4am, excitement would fill my veins and i’d positively die waiting for everyone so i could rip open my presents with extreme delight. that was until christmas eve became a social...
some would say i'm a grown-up lady
but the fact that i sewed up a hole on the arm of my black top with white thread and coloured it in with a black sharpie hoping nobody could tell, may suggest otherwise..
the week that was (if i was still at home in nz)
tuesday swim at the beach, bbq dinner on our deck wednesday swim at the beach, bbq dinner on our deck thursday swim at the beach, bbq dinner on our deck friday after-work drinks at the strand, fish and chips dinner on our deck saturday swim at the beach, bbq dinner on our deck, drinkies down the strand sunday swim at the beach, bbq dinner on our deck monday decorating the tree with the wife in...
the week that was
tuesday julian casablancas and his big let down of a show at kentish town wednesday hyde park winter wonderland mulled wine stand crawl with the gang thursday work christmas party at the kensington roof gardens showcasing drunken inappropriateness at its finest friday diet coke at koko whilst marveling at flashguns and bombay bicycle club saturday tower of london ice skating tag fun + wagas +...
is it bad that i want mulled wine
instead of my cup of tea this morning?
i can't focus
i keep getting distracted by the snow and giving ‘off the cuff’ reports of the consistency and frequency. oooh look big snow. oooh look cute snow. oooh look lots of snow. oooh look little snow. oooh look rain snow. oooh look chunky snow. i’m possibly the most annoying person to sit next to right now.
what are the chances?
i’ve managed to get my BOSS for secret santa.. the second year running. nobody deserves that.
the best pub meal ever →
i love when a friend lets you in on a secret awesome pub you would never find on your own.
the boy was in town this weekend
when it’s good it’s so very very good yet in one foul swoop he simply ruins that good feeling. unable to manage the simple task of meeting me for dinner as promised to say goodbye, giving unreasonable excuses to the point where i just have to step in and say ‘well it probably won’t work then right’. it’s beginning to seem like the same goes for our relationship.
so i'm back home in new zealand
lounging on my parents old lounge suite, in my parents old lounge. sun is streaming through the windows and i’m soaking it up like i only see sun for a fraction of the year. ma and pa are completely overjoyed to see me to the point that they’re arguing who’s car i can drive. they know my first agenda is to head straight to the mount beach, because that ocean feels like no other...
the rest of studio has left for the day
so i’m blasting christmas songs and singing far too loudly while i can’t get mocked for it.
“Once people begin to buy their first adult permanent furniture, that’s when...”
– Douglas Coupland on Twitter. (via superhans)
destined to be schizophrenic for a while yet then..
my luck is on the up
there’s a male model casting this morning at work and the receptionist just happens to be away. and missing out. i am only too happy to take over her duties and show them upstairs to the board room. and perve.