DOG.

Dog, I'd like to dedicate a poem to you.

I would always tell my dog how I wished he would talk.
Imitate what his voice would sound like.
He rolls his eyes, farts, and walks off.
Dog.

Are you ok?

Ok. People usually say they are cool and then they laugh real loud, their laughter becomes a roar, but that laugh eventually turns into a whimper, a quiver of the lower lip and then a wail, like like Ben Stiller. None of this move like Mick Jagger stuff.

Love me please.
x

[ Lucie von Alten by Nikolay Biryukov in “End of a Season” for Fashion Gone Rogue ]

Herro.

I am sorry. Two months later, I return.

You see. been trying to figure things out..

[ Alexa by Anne Combaz in ‘Geeklandia’ for Fashion Gone Rogue ] 

Who I want to be.

Where I want to be headed. 

What I wanted to achieve.

Looking back on where I've been.

Expectations.

Deep. in thought. Focused.

[Rianne Haspels by Mick de Lint in ‘There Was a Whisper’ for Fashion Gone Rogue]

But..

[Rianne Haspels by Mick de Lint in ‘There Was a Whisper’ for Fashion Gone Rogue]

But nope, have not figured any of it out yet. Not one bit.

Apart from being really hungry right this monent.

Chocolate. get in my belly.

Promises to be back on this blog.

Miss me? no? That's ok. I've missed you regardless.

xx

Excuse me, but..

[Dasha Z by Nikolay Biryukov in ‘Mirror, Mirror’ for Fashion Gone Rogue ]

1. Sometimes, we think we're stressed, but really, we're hungry. Hangry almost.
2. Accept that we look better in heels (for all you boys that do, yes sister, you do too)
3. It will make you sad that you will never be able to do the things that you used to do.
4. Go to the gym, kick up some leaves, jump in some puddles, frolic in lavender fields, fly a kite, just get off that couch every now and then. Telling you 'cause I care.
5. When you really like someone, you will probably fk up a fair bit in front of them.

[Olivia Palermo Graces the Cover of Tatler Russia August 2012 by Santiago Esteban ]

Love me much times pls. x

Whip my hair back and forth.

A: Why won't you tell him that he's taking the long way, and there are quicker ways to get to lunch. 

B: Because I am scared.

A: What are you scared of? 

B: He could hulk smash me. 

B: Snap my neck, rip out my spinal cord, and then whip me with it. 

B: Yep. I'm hungry. 

[ Doutzen Kroes by Annie Leibovitz, Vogue, April 2009 ]

Trying to stay rad at work, but falling asleep. Head hits the keyboard, whipping ma head back and forth. All class. 

Love me please x

athletes. show yourself.

[ Barbara Fialho Plays Water Sports in L’Officiel Paris - by Alexander Neumann ]

Thankyou athletes for making the olympics look good lookin and easy. 

I threw a stick and it flew in the wind. I threw a ball and it hit a tree. I ran and I tumbled. I swam and swallowed pool water. I served the ball and got hit in the face. I defended and had my glasses knocked off my nose. I lifted and broke my back. I shot a dart and hit the bullseye. Yeah boy.

xx

Carving like a boss.

Hit up Thredbo like bosses. Boarded like bosses. AS returned with a bung knee. Like a boss.

As I sit here, sipping my tea and eating biscuits. I reminisce. 

Carve. Carve. Carve. Hulk smash. 

Great times.

xx

Boss.

sore back? stop sitting like a boss. said nobody.

[ Alina Baikova by Nicole Bentley for Vogue Australia November 2011 ]

Hangry.

AT: haha funnay
J : I'm hungry. No. I'm hangry.
J: Fark
J: I would love for food to fall out of walls
J: That would be my dream come true.
J: When I was a kid, I used to talk to my microwave. Whisper to it gently.
AT: ... why?
J: Whispered and wished for food that was in my mind... would be there when I opened the door... when I was hungry.
AT: aww cute
J: Then I would open the door and see if it would magically appear, every time. Every single time.
J: But shit got real everytime and there was nothing and I'd still be hungry.
AT: You should blog that. That's bloggable.

True story.

On a side note, this is DC, the senior manager who eats baby corn like a boss.

Thanks for recording the shock on my face when I saw the small plane to mudgee. Thanks for also deleting the recording before I c'mattered you like a G.
Thanks for laughing at me when I felt all claustro on the small plane.
Thanks for laughing at me even more when the claustro became a trillion times worse when relatively large lady sat next to me. Sat on the left side of my body even.
Thanks for offering to sit next to me when the lady asked if they wanted to swap seats.
Thanks for laying no judgement when relatively large lady asked for a seatbelt extender.
Thanks for keeping my mind off the crazy flight.
Thanks for being a hero!

Ok. out.

snail mail.

I love receiving snail mail. Postcards, packages and handwritten letters from all around the world. 

I pin them up on my wall to remind me that my loveliest of friends were thinking about me when they were travelling the world. 

Smitten.

 [ Bette Franke by Lachlan Bailey for Harper’s Bazaar US February 2012 ]

On a side note, while I was trying to clamp the postcard from the mailbox in excitement I may have ripped my tights on the nearby shrubs and had jammed my fingers into the mailbox til they were red and swollen. 

Where art thou mailbox keys?

Keeping things classy. 

[ Giedre Dukauskaite by Tobias Lundkvist for Fashiongonerogue ]

I love receiving mail. 

xx

#foreveralone.

In a spate of 2 days:
mate on phone: "I got engaged"
mate in Tokyo: "I got married!"
mate on facebook: "He proposed! be my bridesmaid?"

wait.. wait.. let me go and feed my 500 cats. #foreveralone.

lies. thank goodness I have you Cooper face.

on a serious note (pshht, when am I serious), but I am, sincerely so very muchly EXCITED!!!

and...

Grams said I was tall for the boys and told me to go easy at the gym before I turn into one. Told me that boys didn't like girls that looked like boys, and that boys that liked girls, the girls should be girls. 

I told her it's ok grams,  I'll just step down, brush the meatpie crumbs offa my shirt, wipe the tomato sauce offa my face, pick the crumbs outta my hair, take offa my heels. and .... 

everything else, why don't I. 

BOOM.

[Erin Heatherton by Hasse Nielsen for The Sunday Times UK Style ]

#foreveralone.

x

here babe. I have something for you..

feeling a little soft on the inside.

hold out your hand...

yep.

it's a cement pill.

[ Kate by Anna Palma in Feeling Feminine for Fashion Gone Rogue]

love me more than ever please.

xx

mission deployed. Code sound. KeKEKE KAR KAR keKAR.

here's my good lookin pod buddy. She's a real cutie. 

she make's it less painful. 

Especially in situations like these.

J: Hey, can you hold this can for me?

X: What's in this can?

J: It's a whole can of WHOOOOP-ASS SON!

If only these situations happened outside of my head and in reality.

Not really, they would probably hulk swing me with their arms. They have huge guns. They probably have a permit for them.

love me please. x

Stand there and hear me cry trying.

 beautiful. xx

its 4am. Lets GO!

 Hello Melbourne. Hello street art. Hello man appreciating street art. Hello lady taking photo of man appreciating street art in Melbourne. Stalker? No. not at all.

Hello big brother. He's funnies.

Pale ales. Ciders. Beers. Fried Chicken. Brother. Best.

Rooftop bars. Brother. Bestest.

Miss it alreadys.

xx