duck me

I was stood up for dinner tonight...or like, forgotten about anyway (for the first time ever!...almost?)So i went down the road to get some gnocci for my duck ragu. And i bumped into my old friend. He said 'whats cookin, good lookin?' and i said 'duck ragu'. and he said 'wanna duck'?
And two little ducks went home one night
A little bit of ducking, that they might.

Just kidding. I really did have ragu though.

8th birthday hey?

I went to the movies this afternoon, all by myself. I've been wanting to do it for ages. I was surrounded by elderly couples, and lady friends with white hair. And one 80yo man sitting by himself, cruising the old girls.
I'll feel quite content when I can do a movie AND dinner alone. Scallops maybe.
I also cooked this evening! I never cook...


I can't cook.

86. bits.

i cant believe i went op shopping today and only came home with 2 magic looking mushrooms.

No. whatever. Trevor

The red wine is trying to eat my brain...

The number below. plus 1

You know what I hate?
R rated porn.

I got free tickets to the cure yesterday - i was in the right place at the right time, but i had to sell the ticket because the crowd was so nasty.
Stripy socks, stockings, unwashed for a month hair, black eye makeup, skirts with sneakers - do not equal style. Or a style.

i would like to put them in a bath and give them a scrubbing brush.

oh perhaps now ive gone too far.

still havent figured it out...oh oh...15?

I bought pretty things today. And now I cannot afford to pay the tax man. Or pay him back from last year. Oopsie. Perhaps if I gave him the name of a lovely shop I found today, he would change his mind. Dirty Pretty Things. Full of wisps (for want of a better word, that one is too cliche) of fabric and shelves of tassles. Red velvet drapes and black carpet - not quite too bordello-esque, but hinting at the similarity. Very Gorgeous and talkative owner, and happy to show off her own underwears.
Perfect really.



oh "moving on up" by dreamworld just came on the radio. hahaha i love this shit.

let's face it - i've lost count

Man in hyde park this morning. No T shirt. Removed belt, on pathway. Looked as if he was acting out a scene of a play or doing taekwondo (oh shit i cant believe i spelt that right!). "The lady, she'll be mine!" - while reaching down stairway pole towards road. He also prayed and reached out to (non-existant) lady when police came.
"what you take?" .... "ice, you smoked some ice?!"
I thought he was some part of an art festival.


This would be funny if someone good wrote it down.

I dont know...15?

In celebration of eating my entire birthday cake, I have this to say:
"Yeah they want you to be the girl with the most cake.
Someday - you will ache like I ache
Lets dance all night - til the end of my life
I want to be the girl with the most cake"

dig in, dont wait.

Am I up to 11 now?

I came down with the flu on my birthday, yesterday. Yes, I am officially old. And how I know that this particular age=oldness? I woke up and my ass was bigger. I have spent the past 24 hours alternating between sweating and shivering, working my way slowly through a raspberry and pecan birthday cake (it has rose buds on the top). Also have to get up at 5am.

9. Past 10.

I missed 9. So here it is. I felt bad leaving it out.

No 7...Rhymes with...Devon. Fritz is better.

Nutbush city limits is on the radio, and I have discovered that I still know the dance moves (leggings and socks complete the picture), and that I miss house parties. I may have one.
I made rhubarb and apple crumble with D today. The best thing was drinking the juice left in the saucepan. Wine-rhubarby, and pink.

No 6. Please make the hogworts people go away

Please.

No 5? what a cool dive

W = Double U.
I realised last night why this took so long to figure out, for me.
MH: But...Its dubberyou
C: no...pronounced... Doubleyou...
A: Maybe its cos u dont say the L in Paul either?

no 4....poor, bore, core, score.

"It's like making out with a mermaid." But like, with shorter hair.
...I felt more like a trannie, u know - sparkly dress, stockings and big hair. I had to verify with my dad before leaving the house.."do I look like a guy dressing up as a girl?"

some dive played the thong song - and it was an improvement on the live music from 2 hours earlier. which was super mario background music, interspersed with live screaming.
C was a cute moppet on the bathroom floor - the happiest I have ever seen her. And the drunkest.

I also think I scared customers away at work the next day by playing patti smith over and over. "helpless" makes me cry.

Oh shit, I've spat mandarin juice everywhere.

No.3. (which rhymes with oui!)

Just saw an ad for a clothing store - the female model's mouth was practically snarling, her lips were curling! I wonder what the advertiser/marketing person was thinking of when they created that. Something along the lines of the following: secret love of heroin chic with snarling lips and moody bitch model pose being the first step to recreating evil death look in fashion.

HAPPY BASTILLE DAY (oui oui).

No.1. (which sounds a bit like a wee)

Uhuh. I've created a blog. It would be more exciting if it were first created on a laptop in a cafe with a cosy outlook somewhere, over malboros and coffee. Maybe in the summer time. Or depths of winter. Or middle of the night. Much more romantic. NOT so much, at 330 in the afternoon at work. In the middle of the city. With unbrushed hair. And needing perfume.