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