Post Denied

I was going to post about the plight of Tree-Man but looking at him is just too sad. Never have born witness to such a discomforting documentary. The most startling thing was not the man himself but the two guys who rounded him and several others with dermatological abnormalities up and forced them to perform at shopping centres. What is wrong with the world?? Why do we care so much if Tom Cruise's freak child has a $1 million birthday party or if Angelina's Lips are getting any bigger (which i don't think is possible without them becoming a state) Why can't we put some of that spotlight onto REAL people with REAL troubles??

BAH.....

Half Way There

I would have blogged, you see, but i just went on living my life. Really. Uni classes have finished today and this coming week "off" i need to relearn all the hours of lectures i slept through or the stuff that was just too hard for 9 am on a mon morning. So if anyone is looking for me..i will be procrastinating somewhere. washing dishes. scrubbing the toilet. watching dr phil. you know how it goes. but don't dare interrupt me as then i will feel genuinely guilty and may take it out on you with a knife. nah...just messing with you..you're alright.

Now, seriously, get the fuck out of here pindick.

Just a note: this picture is from post secret...THE best thing EVER. seriously.

Mr Moore...your next project awaits

Ah The Awkwardness of it All

9:15 am: It must have just been one of those days. Three buses never turned up this morning to take me to uni...could deal with that..better late than never right? had to run up the back steps to the late entry ...seemed like some seedy post war hospital fire escape...stumble in..dive into the closest seat...flustered but ok. pen rolls slowly off the table down the row in front of me...it starts

10:30 am: Tilly and i grabbing $2.20 coffee..YAH!! and then me grabbing the newspaper intending to do the crossword but freaking out as i am thinking i can't do the crossword in a paper thats not mine...but it IS communal....just leave it. go to sit down. change mind. keep walking.

1:00 pm Lincraft. me seeking guidance to the felt....can i take what i have in my hands and am planning to buy from this level upstairs??? standing excitedly clutching felt squares and neon shoelaces, turn to the woman beside me, not noticing her cold business eyes and say, "funny, when my mom used to shop here when i was little i hated it, now look at me! **hahaahha**". she raised her eyesbrows and went 'HUH'.. i smiled it off..face boiling but still super excited about my craft stuff so i head out the door.

1:15 pm crux. the strap on my bag manages to snag a chair in the Centreway arcade, and not a weak ass chair either, i'm talking wrought iron bitches, and, to top it off, i drag it a metre before realising and have to fight with this thing to get it back to where it came from IN THE LUNCH TIME CROWD.....bear in mind this spot is hella busy courtesy of thos wicked $4 baguettes down degraves.

the indignity of it all...i am going to go to bed now where the world can see me no more