You mean they could still be living in a primitive state of erotic irresponsibility? - Barbarella
Well. Things putter along. I have been having a bit of a distracting time with matters of the heart, which has had me a little unable to write due to (a) not being around the computer very much, and (b) being generally distracted, disorganized, discombobulated and in complete disarray.
Not to “dis” love per see, but if we could all adopt some sort of Barbarella style love making (whereby love the “old fashioned” way is replaced by downing a pill and touching hands), me thinks that I, for one, would be well pleased. Although it does sound a little like an 80s rave.
Anyway, details are not for the faint hearted and will not make this blog, but suffice to say I am a single girl again for better or worse and have developed a whole new swag of love phobias.
In other news there is surprisingly little to report. Anton, my friend with design studio in
But, the jury is still well and truly out and eating lunch at the expense of tax payers dollars, so don’t hold your breath for a “what Chia has decided to do and when” expose.
love y’all.
posted by tangles at 1:13 PM
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"I am Pygar, last of the Ornithanthropes."
fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly, flings have gotta be flung.
and that´s that. bring on the gods, x 2. i want to come to melbourne at the end of next year, as a property buyer. we might get the cats sooner than hoped for. i gots to eat paella, barcelona is hell rad... are you coming to croatia¿ we are also going to the south of france in june, staying in a villa, either tempting?
hugs and love, im sorry to hear about the bruised heart, but it´s that complex magic Chicken, gotta keep weaving and the right one will be entangled soon enough.
crazy dago keyboard, riling me up.
adios amigo.
xxx
ps: dont let anyone crowd you outta your town. make new memories there instead.
big hugs.
and also - don´t feel bad about wanting to leave. Love sux, terminated love sux harder, and there is nothing wrong with wanting to leave that behind. Reacting to a break up shows that you are human and have some emotional depth. It´s healthy.
And Melbourne - the shopping, ooooooohhhhh.
AND trams! Now there´s a box ticked. AND that museum where Merlin from Big Brother road raged Mat - you could go there any time you wanted!
Plus I´ve heard the boys are easy there.
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Oh yes, I can confirm that the shopping is indeed good (sigh...), and the boys are eminently easy (& for the most part, straight...well except for that Chris, I have my doubts about that one....see Ian's blog for incriminating photo...)
Fuck the shopping. Sorry girls, but I really can't get excited about that. Boys shmoys. The only thing going for it is the job - and perhaps a penchant for good coffee (in Melbourne it is rude NOT to complain about the coffee as it sets a poorer standard cup for your fellow man).
Sorry bout the rude tone, but I am feeling a little rude at the moment.
And PS - for the record - I didn't fling the fling, I was the fling flung, which makes it all that much less nice.
No probs about rude tone - fire away I say!
I am definitely of the opinion that cats are much better than men...
Yes, but they don't really have penisis, now, do they?
Not, might I add, that I am suggesting some sort of crazy house where cats wonder around with strap-ons but I am not rulling it out.
Oh dear. Something is making me crude AND rude.
Well, you could try telling my cat that - he seems to like washing his!
Erm..cats with strap-ons, eh? Considering my cat sleeps on/in the bed, lets not go there....
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