dug up an old photo - winter 2006

me and my spanish friend hugo and our spanish dinner

Very burnt Totilla and Sangria

Gingerbread men

baked them and ate them. They are cute but destined to be eaten.

Sometimes i say things i dont mean. i make things up to cover up what's underneath. I just do it, so naturally. After

i've said it then i think "wait a second, that wasnt even remotely true!" Somtimes you cant take back what you've

said. Hope this isnt the case! All im asking you to do (or i've been asking in the last 12 hours) is pick up the

fucking phone.

Ok. i'll wait.

How many times have i moved in the last year?

Too many!

we encounter new places and new people. settle down and move on again. this constant change leaves me feeling like a group of molecules which move according to the trasmission of electromagnetic signals. Im composed of atoms and atoms only.

Im a big atom that uses scientific words im not familiar with.

I dreamed that someone put my cat in the fridge.

Back to Sydney, back to uni, back to work. It's the same old thing but it's a new start, with new people, new places, different vibe. my new room has a little balcony and an ensuit. it's dark which is pretty much the only thing i dont like. I finally got a mattress! got something to sleep on! but the bed base wont fit in the stairs as we try to carry it upstairs. we're gonna tie a rope around it and pull it over the balcony! Might be going to Port Stephens for scuba diving next next weekend! how exciting!

Bug~ im going to talk to the dude tomorrow! wish me luck!