June 2011
@get-forgot
ZNDREA BONG hath returned - If you get what I’m saying ;)
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Now I understand, why you said I wasn't being...
And now I regret saying it, making that crude black humouristic remark. I didn’t know the severity of the situation; I didn’t know how sick she was. But I can’t say sorry; I do want to in some ways, and other ways I don’t. I’m obviously selfish, cocky and pompous in this situation, I don’t want to swallow my pride and be the one to step down and be the first...
Boo :'(
I wanna go shopping with friends in the city, or even go out into Newtown tonight. But I have no Sydney friends.
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What is even happening? - 27th June
Why am I going backwards in dates? That day I had a lovely cup of coffee with a friend, and then we went to south beach, and just chilled in the car for like an hour or two and had a fantastic chat. I was in Wollongong last night to go to my staff meeting for cocktail training, i.e. code word for “Let’s make drinks and then get drunk from those drinks”. It was pretty good, free...
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Trippin' - 28th June
Today I hung out with Phoebe. It was a pretty swish day, we trained it to the city and decided to play by ear. Caught the first bus that came, that either went to Newtown, Glebe or University of Sydney. Bus to Glebe came. Went back to mine, had some mi goreng (which Phoebe has been making incorrectly for like the past six months - sorry Phe), and ridiculed Dr Phil. We then went to Newtown to...
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I'll write you a poem
So last night I thought,
it’d be a good idea to drink
although inside my stomach I fought
to keep the contents in
So I had a shit load of vodka,
and got pretty damn fucked
just chilling in the toilet, I tell ya,
oh man, passing out sucked.
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My brain still feels like mush
Watching Phoebe put her arms around a parking meter outside fever, and clinging onto it for a good solid ten minutes was one of the highlights of last night.
My brain still feels like someone gouged parts of it with a scoop, like scooping out cerebral mush out of a skull-shaped vessel as though it was ice cream. What? Why? How? Where? What, why?
Good times though, yet I’m not entirely sure...
I regret signing a sheet with my details to CO at crown casino because I get excited whenever I get a text message and feel loved, but then get disappointed because it’s them texting about tonight’s event. Every fucking week. I don’t live in Melbourne, ya know?
“We’ll sneak out, while they sleep, and sail off in the night. We’ll...”
– Rise Against
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Do you ever get really happy receiving text messages?
Especially from people that don’t often text you (that aren’t creepers - just had to clarify).
I do.
Don’t know why, they just brighten up my day.
Maybe I’m just a loser.
