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December 6th, 2009
03:15 pm - Farewell, LJ.
You might have noticed I haven't really updated since I've been in Melbourne.
I'm jumping ship to Tumblr.
I've had this journal since I was 16. In 22 days, I turn 23. This journal is all about who I was, my life in Perth and watching myself become who I am.
New city: new world: new life.
I am Some Terrific Disaster on Tumblr. It will be more of who I am, not who I pretend to be. It will probably be "NSFW" on a lot of occasions.
Thank you for reading, for commenting and for letting me experience tiny pieces of your lives.
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February 20th, 2009
11:39 pm - I love this game.
I try and do this about once a year, and I only use my "recently played" songs. It helps to chronicle my changing tastes in music.
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike through when someone gets them right.
( 1. Got a big plan, this mindset, maybe it's right... )
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December 12th, 2008
December 11th, 2008
10:29 pm - 1up
My kitchen cold tap is in a state of disrepair, so I have a plumber coming tomorrow to fix it.
His name is MARIO.
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August 12th, 2008
03:45 pm - CLONE WARS!
I made the most awesome necklace today.
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February 21st, 2005
04:21 pm - Hunter S. Thompson
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive....” And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: “Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?” Then it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. “What the hell are you yelling about?” he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish sunglasses. “Never mind,” I said. “It’s your turn to drive.” I hit the brakes and aimed the Great Red Shark toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.
Rest in Peace
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February 21st, 2004
05:36 pm - Locked
Let me know if you want to be friends.
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