We met each other in the Shat

so i was happily photoshopping away and all of a sudden everything went uuuuippmph, and light ceased to exist.
my first reaction to this power outage was groping my way outside where a solution to this unexpected inconvenience would surely present itself; going outside and putting on a questioning yet annoyed expression always helps obviously.

um..., didn't.

surely the internet would help, my instincts told me. until my instincts caught up with my brain. after i overcame this moment of, huh?!, i decided to go and buy candles and read; nothing wrong with that, very old fashioned, very romantic and literate. but oh. supermarket = food-y and drink-y goodness based on electricity. shit.
since the electricity still hadn't returned by then (5mins had gone by) i silently prepared Ways To Survive An Alien Invasion: offering oneself as sex slave? cookies? but then... oh the sweet life of electronic devices coming to life...

anyway, candles are on top of my shopping list for tomorrow.

i'm already having so much fun with facebook (still can't quite get over that name - is it a book made of faces [ -> hannibal lector], or is it a face covered with books [ -> simultanous reading excessively]).

in order to join a network a tad smaller than AUSTRALIA (cause, y'know, fyi australia is huuuuuge...), i have to name my uni. dude, i wrote 2 and a half sentences for my diploma in one whole fucking year. i don't think i have many friends there. 'sides, i'm a traveler and not here for studying. i feel uncared for.

and what's with facebook insisting on entering my real name? i'm a very private person, see. the name i finally picked, sue fortress (coughsilly,sally!cough), i chose because it's reeeemootely connected to my actual name and because i was drunk. mainly because i was drunk.


yes, you are quite right. thanks for telling me anyway.

i'm sure the fun everybody's talking about must be lurking somewhere. i just have to get to the point where i get to throw goats at someone. or camels. or can i just throw cows randomly into space?

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hate bringing in filthy mail for my housemates.' tv weekly', 'girlie!girlie!' and 'stupid today' - the filthy hightlights of nowadays magazine culture.

they're probably going to read it sitting on the toilet which by some unfightable habit they're unable to close the lid of. and i touched it! my hands are covered with filth!




gosh, i hate sharing house.