I am fantastic and you are a douchebag. That's all there is to it.

Mo' money mo' problems

Money is good. Deciding what to spend said money on is bad. I have decided that next year will involve a tour around Europe, plus buying a flat. Plus moving back out, plus paying back my parents, and I'm not sure how all this will fit into my 65K salary.

Since working I have been none stop shopping and think that I have hit my gold weekend, gold weekend being excellent purchases for excellent prices.

1. Long white gloves from Gordon Vinnies. Buttons missing but to find gloves that fit my creepy long fingers and skinny wrists is jackpot worthy. $10. (This was actually last weekend's find but I'm still loving it)
2. Blue pleated high-waisted maxi skirt, Epping Vinnies. Have decided that I need more royal blue in my wardrobe, channeling my Sagittarian nature and all that. $7.
3. Massive 80s blinging gold, blue and diamond clip on earrings. $6, original pricetag attached reading $89.95. HELL YEAH.
4. White calico underskirt for victorian dress, complete with random rust stains. Think it might have been an old costume prop? So one-of-a-kind-rediculous. After-a-fashion Eastwood, $7.
5. Silver aviator sunnies, Equip. $21.99. Not that cheap but these will be amazing during Summer.
6. Gail Sorronda for Target black heart shaped sunglasses, discounted to $11.99. Nevermind that they've been on shelf for a year.

Have decided that after this fantastic weekend, I'm going to be more thrifty with my spending. I even bought little breakfast bars to eat on the train each morning instead of a $3 chocolate bar (yeah, I know.) Plus, my work party is this Thursday and I aim to go hard and catch a $70 taxi back to my parents house.

At the moment I'm riding on a fulltime employment and no rent high, and ain't nothin' gonna bring me down.

Dear God/Bank Account,

Please deliver these things to me in sizes that fit for my 25th birthday coming up in a month:

Forever New (I know) vintage baby doll dress - but I want it in white, like a slutty bride

Nine West snakeskin leather pumps (note, not real snakeskin. Also, 10cm heels which I have no idea how I'll get around in)

h8 yr gf

I feel like I've been taken on a ride. A cruel, misleading and intentionally-heartless ride.

Wednesday haiku

All my friends are sick,
Chances I might have cancer.
Things are looking up!

10 months

Trying to be someone different for once. Finding old scars I didn't knew existed, trying to rub out hidden habits. It's a new life.

Sometimes I lose my breath at memories of walking down Enmore Road with the bottom of a mini dress clinging to the perspiration on my thighs, shoes falling off feet. Glipses of the old house which steadily gets darker and darker in my mind. The bus down George St in the mornings. The smell of the vietnamese bread shop on King St. Guzman Y Gomez eaten in Camperdown Memorial Park. Treading through kangaroo grass. The sun.

I sometimes wonder where I'll be in a few months. I can't even tell you where I'll be in a few weeks. I live my life days at a time, bobbing along to the flow. Sometimes you can't control the current, you just let it steer you and you ride it as fiercely as possible. I'll let my life plan itself for me. I surrender.

CRANGER

I swear I have had PMS for a week now. And I'm cranky of being cranky! Why won't my freakin' period come already! I spent most of today running to the bathroom to keep checking. How's that saying go? A watched vagina never bleeds?