I'm just a girl who lets strangers get into her car and gets into strangers car.

That's literal and metaphorical. Read it how you like. Oh the connotations.

"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead."

- Charles Bukowski

Word to the wise.

Whatever you do, don't trust anyone else's sense of aesthetics.

Poor me.

Went to QLD on the weekend for my cousin's wedding (who I hadn't seen for 17 years) and so given the occasion I decided I was going to get my make-up done professionally - I wanted to make a good impression ok?? (see what I did there?).
So anyway, I pre-booked a salon right, got to Brisbane, met my beautician (told her my dress was cream and told her I was going for the natural look with emphasis on the eyes - she seemed all for it), got taken out to the beauty rooms, seated, head back, eyes closed, all seemed well.

We talked. She painted. I liked her. She finished.

Look, I don't like to judge but it seemed to me after what I was shown as a finished product, that she was off her rocker, or maybe there's some new age definition of "natural", or maybe she was just having me on and was going to fix it before letting me out in public.. but she didn't.

I didn't take a picture, I thought about it but I decided I didn't want any one to see me like that.. not even for laughs..so you'll have to use your imagination.

I looked like an A-grade transvestite. My foundation was caked on, she'd used gold eyeshadow near my brow bone and under my eyes with dark brown eyeshadow on the lid and crease, flicking the corners up towards my eyebrow (you know, reserved for the vampire look), no eyeliner, the tiniest amount of mascara. My cheekbones were sharply "highlighted" with an earthy red blush. As she was doing my lips she was telling me she would put a stain on under the lipstick so that when I ate I would still have a bit of colour and wouldn't look too pale - I was expecting a soft pink or something. It almost looked black.

I almost gagged at the sight of myself. I couldn't believe she was for real.

I couldn't complain cos I liked her and I'd feel bad but it was so NOT what I was after. I barely managed an eyebrow raise and a "cool". Apparently she loved it.

Paid $65 for that only to wipe it off and go straight to the chemist for supplies to fix it.

Disaster. Never again.

Today's just one of them days - dressing gown, peppermint tea and Sade.

Listening to Sade always gives me a stab of nostalgia for the restaurant in Paris we went to... probably not doing the best for my spirits right now.

Genius.

Sister 1 sitting at kitchen table eating a bowl of spaghetti bolognaise.

Sister 2 in bedroom doing homework.

Older Brother enters kitchen, walks past sister 1 to sister 2 in bedroom, opens bedroom door:

“So where’s this bloody spaghetti?”

Sister 1 overhears and looks up in disbelief.

Sister 2 “uh.. in the kitchen”

Brother “oh right”

Brother walks to stove and opens pot 1 ft spaghetti. Proceeds to fill plate. Brother then looks dumbfounded.

Brother asks sister 1 “where’s the bloody sauce?”

Sister 1 raises her eyebrows “In the pot next to it”.

Brother opens fridge and peers in “Is there any parmesan cheese?”

“no and you wouldn’t find it in the fridge anyway, there’s a block of cheese in there though”

“But its not grated”

“you serious? Man, I should return it..”

“Do I have to grate it myself?”

Sister 1 …………….

Can you believe he got an enter of 97.6??

Look, I'm just really lovin' this song.


Tim Neuhaus - As Life Found You from Grand Hotel van Cleef on Vimeo.

Squandering time, as usual.

A sudden and unexpected appreciation for street art has hit me in the face. And I don't mean street "art" as in graffiti "tagging" and scribbles of bold colour and all that nonsense. I mean real art. Clever art. Like these:

Look, there's just too many amazing artworks to post, so just visit here. Seriously.

And check out some cool images of Poland here.

Dud to Stud.

In honour of the end of the epic journey with my dear friend Harry... CHECK.OUT. NEVILLE!! what a hunk of a spunk.

 That stubble's defs working for him too.

Concentration = zero.. you know why? YOU KNOW WHY??

Brother is going to Germany tomorrow.. and then Israel... I'm furious. Mostly because I'm jealous.

What I wouldn't give....

The sleuth.

The awkward moment when your mother catches you snogging your "friend".

Mum, don't be lurking in dark corners and catching me unawares of your presence!

So awks.