Thursday, July 29, 2010


Things I have learnt this week

1. I am not a minimalist designer.
2. Only 2% of the world's population are redheads.
3. Massimo Vignelli is a lot of things, and over rated is one of them.
4. I really want to be happy.
5. It is possible to show someone a lot of who you are in 3 days.
6. One should check that one's allowance really is in before attempting to buy sushi on debit card.
7. Justin is a handy friend to have should one forget point number 6.
8. I am easily distracted.
9. Gnocchi tastes goooood.

That is all.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Love you liefie

It was my Lisa's 21st in the holidays. Without her I would be a very lonely Viscommer.
We ate veggie burgers.
And cupcakes.
And drank cocktails with rosemary in them.
And celebrated one amazing girl.
Love you darling.

(This is the book I made her, pictures stolen off Lisa's blog)

A random.

1. Ridin' in my Car- She & Him
2. VCR- The XX
3. 40 Day Dream- Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes
4. Running up that Hill- Placebo
5. In the Waiting Line- Zero 7

5 songs that are in my head.

(You're weird and I like it.)

That is all for now.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Things I do not care for.

Fuck today. And feeling kuk. And not having time to wash my hair. Fuck being cut off in traffic. Fuck being broke. Fuck trying to be the best. Fuck never being able to say fuck. Fuck feeling lonely. Fuck watching PVR on a Friday night and wondering why you aren't out having fun. Fuck planning. Fuck people who wear fur. Fuck the fashion magazines that tell you to wear a skinned dead animal whilst simultaneously making you feel like shit. Fuck being ugly. Fuck having to be around beautiful people all day. Fuck loving no one. Fuck loving everyone. Fuck wondering if God exists. Fuck trying to find parking. Fuck always worrying about money. Fuck never spending any time on the supposedly important things. Fuck you. Fuck never ever being good enough for anything. Fuck high-fashion photoshoots. Fuck we-are-awesome. Fuck not being awesome. Fuck never loving anything that someone hasn't loved before. Fuck the nightmares. Fuck the dreams. Fuck being hideous. Fuck faded hair. Fuck giving it my all. Fuck the fact that in our world it is more socially acceptable to eat dead things than not to. Fuck looking the same as everyone else, just not as good. Fuck being socially awkward. Fuck feeling guilty. Fuck losing my religion. Fuck trying to prove myself. Fuck wanting to sleep all the time. Fuck waking up at 6 am. Fuck not being able to sleep. Fuck being a cliche. Fuck trying to change. Fuck those 4 am moments. Fuck crying. Fuck being happy. Fuck being sad. Fuck the hipsters. Fuck making it look so easy. Fuck Vega bathrooms. Fuck advertising. Fuck losing your faith. Fuck always wanting to be somewhere else. Fuck being trapped. Fuck being idealistic.


So the holidays are over. Sighzor.

In a nutshell I...
Sat in bed with phantom measles
Ate expensive sandwiches
Played Cave Golf
Spent a lot of time at Fiction
Tried to understand soccer
Drank wine
Became a zombie
Lost my coffee virginity
Got to be with my wonderful Lisa when she turned 21 :)
Watched movies in bed
Ate good food with even better people
Did no work whatsoever

My first flat white
Yummy brie, avo and rocket sandwiches at Rhubarb Room
Not exactly psychic, but a nice thought
Awesome view

Hope you all had a fab time xxx

Friday, July 16, 2010

This amused me greatly.

Thursday, July 15, 2010


Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain

I get into this mood sometimes.
The one where I can't sleep but I'm far from awake.
And I think of you for the first time in months.
And remember misplaced memories.

Like taking communion for the first time, the wafer sticking to the roof of my mouth and blocking my throat.
Making scones in my grandma's kitchen. Hers round, mine rabbit-shaped.
Tippexing IDs for Jess and I.
Saying I love you and not meaning a word of it.
Finding out about his death on Facebook.
That polka dot dress you loved.
Roadkill on the side of the freeway.
Oversized band T-shirts.
Trying to be cool.
Trying too hard.
(I still try too hard)
Paint on my blazer.
The night I caught fire.

"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."- The Perks of Being a Wallflower

This is too much now. Goodnight.