I just want to torrent all nine seasons of the x-files. INTERNET, WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SLOW?
guess I’ll have to draw some x-files comics while I wait…
love this
my mum is so great
- (via facebook)
- bella: it costs $110 to graduate uni? screw that!
- mum: I will make it part of your Xmas Present - get the piece of paper organised pleeeeeeeaaaassssseeeeee! xxx
- bella: NOPE. I'm not wearing the hat. I'm not doing it. I won't take your money. nope.
- mum: I want a good excuse to come back to Sydney for the graduation!
- bella: can't we just have a fake graduation ceremony in my living room where we drink lots of wine and burn all of my assignments in a fire pit??
- mum: We can do that as well!
- bella: YES!
STOP POSTING LOST SPOILERS :’( :’( :’( :’(
Nathan and I are re-watching ‘Lost’ religiously in our spare time and we’re at the end of season 3 and it’s probably the best television ever made AND WE DON’T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING COS WE NEVER GOT THIS FAR BEFORE but every time I go online (especially tumblr) I see a goddamn spoiler and it’s killing me :’(
STILL DRIVING TRUCKS / MAKIN’ NO BUCKS.
This song really sticks in my head, I’ve probably listened to it a million times.
Love the line, “Here I was saying it was just no use / and here you were saying we could make it if we try.”
I spent a lot of time in Footscray when I was little. My nonno still lives there and he turned 101 this year. True.
Granted, I’ve only been in my new apartment for like… two… months… ANYWAY I just looked at the light switch in my room without glasses on and thought one of the screws in the plastic casing was a dimmer, got really excited thinking I could get sexy and dim the lights. Stared at it for a full minute before finally realising it was just a dumb screw. GLASSES :’(
TOMORROW NIGHT IN THE OXFORD ART FACTORY GALLERY BAR, SYDNEY
THE NUGS (FEATURING LEROY FROM THE GOOCH PALMS ON GUITAR)
MERE WOMEN
TV COLOURS
YES I’M LEAVING
FREE ENTRY. $4 BEER. $5 VODKA.
THIS COULD BE THE BEST NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE.
TWO THOUSAND AND ELEVEN EUROPEAN DELUSIONS book cover design
I recently designed the book cover for my friend Nathan Roche’s new book. You can order it from him by emailing: nathan_roche1 [at] hotmail.com
It is $10 not including postage.
Nathan works hard, and produces things you can hold!
And I edited this book! Buy it!
The first Passing Strange was a great success! Room was packed out to capacity! and DIMITY THE GREAT took some photos on the night which make me very, very happy and proud. Hope to see you at the next installment (featuring the motherfkkking NUGS)
Click on the image above for lots more photos by Dimity on her blog ‘Two Point Eight.’
umm my boss just texted me a photo of myself to show me how hard I am working. I didn’t even see him taking it!
You know what I don’t understand? When strangers come up and try to start a conversation with, “you seem to be having a bad day!” I’ve been accosted on the street countless times by strangers who tell me to “smile!”, or by guys in bars who use the pick-up line, “well you don’t look like you’re having any fun!”
I suppose they are trying to be friendly, but honestly, if you can see that someone is lost in thought then why would you bother them? What kind of reaction are you expecting to provoke?
Last night I was crouched the platform of Town Hall Station, listening to music on my ipod and feeling like I was about to fall asleep. It was around midnight, I’d worked all day and then gone out to a few different places. I really just wanted to get home. Suddenly, I was brought out of my reverie by a pair of hands waving obnoxiously in my face. I looked up and saw a guy in business attire with a huge grin on his face.
“You look like you’re having a bad night!” He accused.
I pulled out one of my earphones. “Huh?”
“You look pretty angry eh?!”
“Uhh yeah…” I replied. “I’m tired?”
He must have realised that I wouldn’t play along, but was stuck chatting anyway. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you tired?”
I didn’t know what to say. Should I go into the details of my long and exhausting day/night? Should I explain that I had gone out to see some bands, only to realise I had no cash on me, was denied by three different ATMS around the city because of a Westpac banking issue, then have to borrow my boyfriend’s house key and catch the train home alone? Would this guy REALLY be interested?
So instead I just said. “Um, mate, really don’t want to talk about it okay?”
“Bloody Sydney!” He exclaimed, still grinning awkwardly as he walked away. “No one ever wants to…” He trailed off and called out from over his shoulder. “Have a good night!”
Then I sat there agonising over the exchange until the train arrived because even though I hate being rude, I totally couldn’t understand what had even happened and why?
we went to see richard ayoade’s ‘submarine’ tonight
