Forgive me LJ for I have sinned. It has been five months and ten days since my last post...

Good Lord, where did that time go? I had a hella time over Christmas finding a place to move to, the subsequent move and the gauging from the removalists, then the unpacking. After all that, it was full-steam ahead for Festival and work going crazy added to the mix. After Festival, there was the much needed wind down, from which I am only just now emerging to find that my finances are shit and all the things I want to do all require money that I don't have. *sigh*

I have food in my belly, clothes on my back, a roof over my head and friends that love me. Money is just a bonus, right?

There is no way on this green earth I can catch up with my flist. I've been away too long. So if I've missed anything huge, please let me know!

I'll be back here occasionally to read my flist but I really only have time enought to update one page at any given time and that will be C'est Moi. If anyone is keen to read it, send a comment my way and I'll email you the link. (I think I've linked it here before, but I couldn't be arsed finding the post now.)

I did miss you guys.

I have a picture that was made just special for me. I have no idea who the wonderfully talented person is right now, so the least I can do is pimp it. Pimp it like a thing that gets pimped.

Ice cream on the ferry to Manly

I'm so very impressed with it. Oh so very impressed. And it was for me!

I need a 'squee' icon, or something! Bugger it...

SQUEEEEEEEE!

I feel like breaking into song. Ding dong, the witch is dead and all that.

Sure, I voted for the Green guys (natch, the leader is out. You gotta love a political party that's not only headed by a big ole gay man, but actually have more on their agenda than environmental issues), but in the weird-arse world that is Aussie politics, I essentially voted for the Nigel with better eyebrows.

AND... the old Prime Invertebrate lost his (very long held) seat to a former journalist from Aunty (the national, non-commercial TV station, the ABC or Australian Broadcasting Corporation).

Will Big Kev earn the title Prime Invertebrate, or does he actually have a spine? Only time will tell. Until then though, I think we need to celebrate.

"Happy days are here again, the skies above are clear again..."

and double grr. What a lovely start to the week...

I had my jacket over my bag getting off the train this morning. I had my jacket over my bag going through the ticket barriers. I had my jacket over my bag at the start of the ramp to exit the station. I crossed the road. I did not have my jacket over my bag on the other side of the road.

It was not on the ground. I retraced my steps. It had not been handed in. Either it had dropped off my bag and someone liked it enough to keep it. Or, they liked it so much they lifted it off my bag.

I am so many different kinds of pissed off right now, you all have no idea. I hope whoever is in possession of it now has severe a anaphylactic reaction to the fabric and it essentially chokes them. Fuckers.

For those who are wondering, it was the brown corduroy jacket I bought in New York.

JDFSHFUSFSDIODGHGSKDGSHSDGHSIHSZKVHDFU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I got this from angiepen. Sigh ... If only every where could be like Davis, CA.

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