All Filler, No Killer
20 Jan
- Everytime I see Dish, she asks me if I’m going to blog about stuff. I love that she thinks my life is interesting enough to warrant putting everything online, much less having the skillz to make that shit sound worthwhile. Today we parked in the city to grab some Starbucks and were arguing about something and she asked if I was going to blog about it, yet another reason this plan would fail – I have a memory like a seive. I believe we were fighting about the parking meter, but I can’t be sure.
- I’ll limit myself to one point of gushing. Dish showed up at the store on Monday morning bearing a coffee for me. Such a sweet gesture! I was helping the dude I work with do something so she only stayed a bit, but after he finished his stuff and left she came back and chilled for most of the day. I can’t even begin to tell you how much funner it is to have a work buddy. As an extra treat SusieQ also dropped in a while! Not content with spending most of the day together, Dish and I had dinner and then went to my new most favourite place in Brisbane in the known universe. $3 “corkage” but this corkage covers any manner of alcohol, and you just kinda sit around and chill on the footpath. I am not sure of the exact legality of this arrangement, but police drove by a bunch of times and saw everyone drinking and did not stop so I presume it’s not all bad. Regardless, it was super fun and chilled and just awesome, I loved it heaps! Best night I’ve had in a really long time!
- So, I’ve got another 3.5 hours of work booked on my arm tomorrow. I love it, but I am so sick of seeing it outlined, I need color!! I asked Dish to pick the color of my cupcake wrapper, I want her to be a little part of it so I gave her an element of one of my favourite bits. I learned from last time when I printed the outlines onto my pillowcases and sheets during the night as the excess ink blotted out, and this time I’m gonna sleep on a towel or something. I kind of want to press up against someone to see if I can print the tattoo on them (temporarily, of course) but the idea of pressing my swollen, seeping, fresh tattoo against someone else isn’t the most attractive prospect, for either party…
- I have tickets for MacHomer on Sunday night. It’s opening night, oooh la la. I love reviewing stuff and getting free tickets. I reckon I’d be great at being famous or even just behind-the-scenes kind of important, I’ll go to any opening night, I just love it! Taking Dish, yayyyy!
- I am officially a student again! I have the card to prove it. I showed up at the counter, they checked who I was and asked me to sit on the little stool for my picture to be taken. The card lady was dicking around with the machine and in the peace and quiet of the big student centre “TAKE, TAKE, TAKE, TAKE, TA-TA-TA-TA-TAKE, TAKE” starts booming out of my handbag. I lean down and dive into my bag to reject the call (and silence Mel & Kin) before the entire floor was staring at me. The card lady asked if I was ready and I said “Yes, just one second” and then shoved my phone back in my back and lifted my eyes to see the camera. It was about that point that she took the picture, which has resulted in me looking like a gargyole or something similar in my photo. My hair is all falling forward, it looks like I have no neck and I have this creepy halfway smile. Aside from all of that, I have a sdtudent card in my hot, little hands so everything is once again right in the world.
Word on the street is Dish really likes reading your blog and she can’t exactly recall what the blue was about either…perhaps 1 hour parking or…how dish shouldn’t poke a bear or something like that
JM, I maintain Dish should not be poking bears. I also thought it was about 1 hour parking, but what part of that was something to argue about?? clearly it was a very significant fight