Say again?

Fri, 02 Nov 2007 13:21:39 GMT

KAT DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE.
Too much teenage angst. Not promising any change to that, butchya know.

If you want, add this not-so-mysterious person:
http://kat-muscat.livejournal.com/profile

Some of you, I've already done to humour insomnia. You win!

Wed, 19 Sep 2007 10:32:13 GMT

"now i must go. maybe call him. I DON'T KNOW"-kat
"do it"-jas
"you do it"-kat
"ok what's his number?"-jas
"shuttup!"-kat

God this sucks.
Why does he have to be so attractive?
Why!?

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 11:52:03 GMT

and there is smoke in my eyes and in my nose and i can't see and i'm so empty I can't even cry

pleasssee

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 07:47:14 GMT

In what way must I whore myself out for someone to buy me a rename token?

.. yea I'm serious.

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 01:32:01 GMT

i find my center in a cigarette.

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 22:43:48 GMT

In a nutshell, Scott called my folks. And he told them about his party and Saturday and I don't know what else. Then mum discovered how little vodka/gin/brandy was left and I went from a silly girl who couldn't take her alcohol to
a messed-up girl who can conceal it frighteningly well.

My parents are less mad and disappointed.
More sad and worried.
And yea I guess I would be too.

So we're back to this. They're walking on eggshells and we're all tired and its only the start of term. Mum taking the excess painkillers out of my draw. Which is probably a good idea considering how I spent Tuesday night. Fuck I don't even think. I don't know why I 'deal' with stuff like this.

Back in seventh grade. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

But they've been so loving. Just incredible. I couldn't ask for more.
We don't want to go back to the pills. But it might happen. And I don't know.

And she used the word 'predisposed', because there's no other obvious reason. Like her asthma, she said. I'm not wired right and I don't know what to do.
But at least they know now and I can't get away with it so much.

Love is eternal 'til it isn't anymore
Love is eternal 'til it isn't anymore

Lets all go !

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 07:13:28 GMT

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 01:07:48 GMT

SoIguessthebestthatIcandonowispretendthatI'vedonenothingwrong
!

Mon, 29 Jan 2007 12:15:39 GMT

I need some meaning I can memorise
The kind I have here seems to slip my mind

But you. But you.
You have such pretty words..

I don't really wanna write a melancholy entry. Trying to find some upbeat pull quotes from my day.

..yea.

Um.
People were okay.
Scott. Cute punky randoms. Randoms from sticky. Ryan. EdComm.
Except Tom actually walked out.
My, my.

Was pretty out of it.

Too much coffee. Too many cigarettes.
Two new holes in my ears.
I feel sick.

Thu, 25 Jan 2007 02:28:49 GMT

So! In light of how little time I have left of being emotionally stable
socially fulfilled and
mentally healthy
I thought I would good to implement

Copping Mechanism One:
Living in the past!

Tuesday was a good day. I dropped out of music thing (okay, so that wasn't the high point). Then txt Geoff to meet up somewhere. And he's all 'nahhhhh' come to my place. Because I can totally tell by osmosis where he lives.
Anyway, got on the tram. We found each other fairly easily, seeing as I wasn't paying attention and missed my stop (that he was pretty darn vague about). On the corner with Brunswick Town Hall. And then we did what any hip cat would do: Savers!
It was a lark.
Geoff trying on all the most tasteless suit jackets. That were made cooler as they only reached about halfway down his forearm.
I gotta Big Day Out 2003 t-shirt.
He got a cocktail mixer.

We wandered and did an assortment of similar things. Which involved Geoff speaking a lot of (psuedo?) French. And Super Villan. And then a tram to his.
Which was a mess. There wasn't enough room on the kitchen bench for my coffee mug.
But still ace. There were these little notes left around the house. On bedroom doors ('I dig so much I'm calling the council to check for gas lines' and something about every day being Thursday).
On the couch outside I lay with my head in his lap and we talked about stuff.
Occasionally one of his house-mates, Phil, came out for a smoke. He was writing something on his piano for a string octet about being on acid.

Was meant to be home for dinner. Geoff walked me to the tram stop. We sang No Children on the way (he saw The Mountain Goats live the other week. Bastard).
My train was canceled, so I visited Ryan and we had ice cream. And Steve (EWF) was there and he's said 'Hey Kat.'
Score! (I get that doesn't make any sense to all but me)

Then Connex completely fucking screwed up. But I'm hungry now so I'm just gunna cut and paste:

Lar: This band is my new favourite thing. You're lucky I'm burning you a copy.
kat: I sure am. What band would that be?
Lar: The Veils. I got mum to drive me twenty minutes so I could buy it.
kat: It was good of her to consent. My folks didn't even bother the ride to Oakleigh when the trains fucked up and I was stranded there last night :P
Lar: ....what?!
Lar: explain, miss.
kat: No! That shall take away from the dramatic-soundingness of it all. I got home in the end. A fire-twirler, a bus, a cigarette, a train and several hours later.

Yea.

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 11:12:42 GMT

Oh fuck.

School next week.
I thought I had longer than that.

Fuck.

booklist

Sat, 20 Jan 2007 11:35:08 GMT

I am such a rockstar.

Was up 'til 5am reading Cardigan Press' latest anthology.
All Nighter
Its divided into sections. And though I resolved to reach two am*, given I started reading at one I didn't quite make it. Took me several hours and a slice of cold pizza just to get past 8 o'clock, to tell the truth.
Isn't that a confusing paragraph.

*the reason being that's where Ryan's story is. It was him, not so coincidentally, who lent me the book.

Its good though. You should check it out.
Also yesterday I read The Divine Wind - our novel for school. Devoured it in one day out of principle. Its a grand total of 200 pages with characters and a sequence of events that can be cut down as easily as Rowan of Rin.
(I actually adore Rowan of Rin. But you don't study that in y11)

Aand the day before I read Swallow the Air by Tara June Winch (UQP). The ending was pure brilliance. Hellova lotta similes though. To generalise unforgivably, I don't normally like Indigenous writing, but this was good.

I have been home for the last three days.
There is a certain niceness to it.
My window open, letting in the smell of the rain.

Wrote a short story which I think I like. It was great just to be writing again. Creatively. Ideas building on each other, characters developing themselves out of the vaguest impressions.

This is me at my best. Content and creative.
Producing stuff
Proof of ..I dunno. Something important.

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 12:35:06 GMT

I am thinking.

I am thinking about Ryan. A conversation we had over lunch. While cleaning I had found a letter from Bec, post-break up. Still sealed. Enclosed was a letter, all the things she likes about me, what she'd wished she'd done differently. I'm glad I waited to read it. Would've hurt. Still made me catch my breath (the feeling y'know).
Two pages were ripped from her school planner. My name in hearts. 'I worship her'.
That just made me uncomfortable.
I told Ryan, because I tell him everything that matters. He had the same sorta thing with Lucy.
I don't worship him.
He doesn't worship me.

I am thinking about Noel. The way he kissed both my hands goodbye.
Little known fact, he's 26. He told me the first day we met, and we have since then been pretending neither of us heard. Doesn't look or act that old, but then, guys like him never do. I guess I don't look or act my age either.
I don't feel uncomfortable with the difference. It would matter if we were goin' steady. We're not. Or if I felt pressured into anything. I didn't.
The casual tone and open smile. All the countries he'd seen. What he could tell by the slight squeeze of the hand. His photography. The way he called me girrl. Refinements in how he kissed and what his hands did.

He leaves Saturday or Sunday. And that's fine.
Dunno if I'll see him again. Want to. Who wouldn't?
But he gave me a glimpse into what I hope is to come. Not 'throw away' relationships, don't misunderstand. But a calmness of the heart about these things.
At least some of the time.

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 06:44:38 GMT

Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear
And don't go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you
The one that you love and who loves you

Take my hand and off we stride
Oh, la ...
You're a girl and I'm a boy
La ...
Take my hand and off we stride
Oh, la ...
I'm a girl and you're a boy
La ...

I do love song. Was singing it on the stairwell yesterday.
These past few days have been pretty full on. The house is under major construction. Walls being painted and new carpet, choosing curtains and stuff. I mostly stay out of it. Nice as its all working out.

(Can just tell the rest of this day is going to spent wasting time
alternating between the computer
and my room).

So Monday was a good day. I did see Noel. He had the cafe and I was taking Ryan's copying editing into ed1.doc. Which is hard to start off with (again with those friggen symbols). So it was only for snatches of time. His kisses were like sweet cigarettes. And he made me feel so full, and spaced out. Left me walking down deGraves st, straight past Marc (new designer, adorable) and Ryan who laughed and smiled at me with big warm eyes. Jelly and Kate were on a nearby table. But I did a lap – collecting Rowan at the base of Ross House – before joining them.
‘How you goin’ Kat?’
*long smile* ‘I’m good. Just tripping.’
‘Ohhkay.’
..I swear half of them think I’m on something. Don’t blame them.

By the time Noel got off work, I had EdComm. Which wasn't that great. It was a selection meeting and just..truly shitful vibe.
So that left me more then a little flat.
On the train home it got dark, and this girl and I got talking. She was cold and I felt cold. Got a kiss goodbye though. Foundation and sinking lips.

Tuesday morning was on phone. Ryan and I bitching about the meeting.
Tuesday night we went to Cameron's with Michael and Nicole (who's pregnant!). Food was excellent. Ryan called to tell me the extra meeting that arvo went really well. Got the entire flatbook together. So that was very good.

Wednesday went into the city with violin and stand thinking I had that music thing. Met up with Jeremy. Walked to the centre of whatever. Find out my program is next week. ALL of next week. Sweet Jesus.
So I went and played in gardens for awhile. The grass was still morning wet under my knees. It was one of those times I really connected with the music. Fantastic.
Wasn't about to get on train straight home so went into the office. More copy editing. Learnt how to do the 'No' letters. Geoff was present ^_^. Ryan and I had lunch. There was puppet show!
Met up with Noel afterwards. We lay by the Yarra exchanging stories and saliva.

Walking along Southbank we passed the violin man playing a melody so old it barely escaped the strings.

Mon, 15 Jan 2007 10:44:24 GMT

I wanna dig a hole and driiiiiiiink
myself to sleep
oh yes i do
yes i do.

sound asleep.

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 10:32:24 GMT

kaaat:

-is being good and eating rice crackers instead of shortbread.

-had a garage sale yesterday. The two hottest pieces of (pierced and tattooed) boyflesh she has ever seen in her whole fucking life bought the fridge. Then they carried it down her driveway. And one had his shirt open. These beautiful tattoos highlighting his hip bones.
I didn't know we had their kind here.

-has a new computer. It is both fine and dandy.

-saw Scott the other day. Hair cut and I
don't remember him ever looking that hot.
(don't let that detract from the
comment on other two boys)

-at some point, started making $9.66 at Coles.

-might see cute irish backpacker tomorrow.

-will have EdComm tomorrow niiight.

-'s head really hurts.

Tue, 09 Jan 2007 00:02:36 GMT

Oh man. I just read the end of the Buttercup's Baby chapter again.
WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?
Why?
No, don't laugh! It’s too sad (it shouldn't BE
any act of y'know social disobedience to light a cigarette
unless of course you're a doctor working in an incubator).

Inigo and Fezzik have my eternal and unwavering love.

But moving along.

So I went into the city yesterday for the first time in over two weeks. Yay. Didn't suffer from the usual withdrawal though, which was nice. Really got into the whole camping thing this year. And it meant I wasn't throwing myself at people with gratitude for them being lovely and in Meeeeelbourne (something else that has my eternal and unwavering love). Which, y'know I have done on occasion.

It was great.
Of course it was great.
Better than great, but I've just woken up so lets not jog the vocab too hard.

Met Lucy. Which was kinda a big deal but not.
She was gorgeous (if you like the whole bright red hair, green green eyes, multiple piercing and tattoos with pale skin look. Which I do). Funny and had just got back from big overseas trip, East Asia/Scotland/England. She treks back to Adelaide tomorrow, I think.
It was good. My emotions behaved.
Catching these shimmers of highschool sweetheart two years is yet to erase.
And I hope never does, really. Because that's pretty special.
Lunch at Crossways. She went Smith St. We went to the office.
Dinner on the grass. They took turns consuming more than the recommended dosage of wasabi. It was pretty fucking funny ^_^

Oh! And I met the guy who wrote Pushkin.
He's a construction worker. It was awesome.
(Apparently Shane Jesse Christmas came second in that Age short story competition?)
Ryan gave me another issue of Going Down Swinging. And is finally reading The Screwtape Letters. Loving it just like I knewww he would. Love so strong both the back and the front cover have fallen off. It was only a matter of time really.

Oh! Aaand some guy that I’d sent a ‘yea, we got your submission, thanks’ email wrote back. His G20 poem had been published else where so he had to pull it. And he was lovely and polite and addressed the email to ME!
Something is official now. I dunno what, but it is.

I broke the purple stapler. And then the zine one. And then Ryan fixed it. And I broke it again. Then I decided not to staple things anymore. Ever.

Stayed for EdComm meeting. Enjoying that while I still can.
Gina brought jellybeans! Tom spent many a day after New Years in a dressing gown. And taught me how to pronounce the author of Madame Bovary (which I have promptly forgotten). Alex is more indescript than evil. Geoff lights up my life. He. is. hilarious. And his hair is so remarkably curly. I think Rowan said about three words the whole time.
Just read submissions. I think I'm gunna go in on Ryan's invite for Friday, cause I don't reckon I've done enough of ‘em.
Nothing outstanding. An unusual number of stories based in China.
All of which got it wrong! Bloody kids...hehe
It’s good to be able to discuss the stuff while you're reading it. Or trying to read, more to the point sometimes. Like when you're lying on the floor and Geoff crawls halfway under the desk, props himself up on his elbows by you and tries to act normal, sticking jelly beans in your ear. Single most distracting person ever. He's one of those people who can just look at you and make you giggle.
Caught the 8pm train (big thing for parentals) When we hugged goodbye he picked me up. It was so fun! (on account of he's so freaking tall). Ones of those complete body crush hugs.
Love 'em.

I hope sugary sweets become a regular feature.

Sat, 06 Jan 2007 09:10:26 GMT

Who wants to go to St J's laneway festival?

kat does.

oh how she does! damnit.

Fri, 05 Jan 2007 09:31:06 GMT

Okay, so I can't be bothered grabbing some photos of Pt. Leo. But. It’s that time of year and here's the recommendations (everyone knows the beach is the second, maybe third, best place to read. Right after cuddled up in bed with someone who’s as lame as you and home alone in the backyard with the soft sunlight getting rid of the tan lines you got at the beach):

To Kill a Mocking Bird - Harper Lee
The Crucible - Aurther Miller
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime - Mark Haddon
The Book Theif - Markus Zusak
The Virgin Suicides - Jeffery Eugenides
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
The End of the Affair - Graham Greene
Of Mice and men - John Steinbeck
The Outsider - Camus
The Handmaiden's Tale - Margaret Atwood
The Plague - Camus
Shotgun (of course!)
Kissing the Curve - alicia somtimes (poetry)
The Eyre Affair - Jaspher Fforde
The Monkey's Mask - Dorothy Porter (poetry)
The NeverEnding Story - Michael Ende
Nineteen Eighty-Four - Orwell (re-read. My copy this time)
The Godfather - Mario Puzo
Automated Alice - Jeff Noon
Going Down Swinging no. 18
Voiceworks in general, and especially S.O.S and ZERO.

(and even though I technically read these this year)
Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
The Princess Bride - William Goldman! (which is of course a re-read. But seriously. It’s fantastic. I love it to pieces).

The ones in bold are books you MUST read before you die.
By simply perusing this entry you have signed a contract in blood that DEMANDS you read them before your last breath. Or else.

Fri, 05 Jan 2007 03:36:47 GMT

So I'm back from my lovely jaunt at Pt. Leo
did the Christmas thing, did the New Years thing and now

its

A brand new year..
how terribly wonderful.

I hope you all enjoy it.
And while you're here, jot down any important dates for my calendar?
Birthdays, christenings, national speak like a pirate day (along with all those other semi-official holidays I always miss) and more importantly
when we are going to catch up!

Actually, it might be better to gimme a call for the latter
but both are good.

More about everything later, maybe.

no children

Fri, 22 Dec 2006 07:56:46 GMT

I hope that our few remaining friends
give up on trying to save us.
I hope we come out with a fail-safe plot
to piss off the dumb few that forgave us.

I hope the fences we mended
fall down beneath their own weight.
And I hope we hang on past the last exit,
I hope it's already too late.

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
someday burns down.
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away,
and I never come back to this town again.

In my life, I hope I lie,
and tell everyone you were a good wife.
And I hope you die,
I hope we both die.

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow;
I hope it bleeds all day long.
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises;
we're pretty sure they're all wrong.

I hope it stays dark forever,
I hope the worst isn't over.
And I hope you blink before I do,
and I hope I never get sober.

And I hope when you think of me years down the line,
you can't find one good thing to say.
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out,
you'd stay the hell out of my way.

I am drowning.
There is no sign of land.
You are coming down with me,
hand in unlovable hand.

And I hope you die,
I hope we both die.

Thu, 21 Dec 2006 10:34:15 GMT

Myspace does mostly elude me. Maybe because of messages like this:

hey gawjuz
im so0o0o0o sorry i couldnt come 2nyt my mum had to work so she couldnt get me there :( i really wanted 2 come..
ohwell i hope u and da gurlies had heaps of fun and PARTYED HARD!! hehe
well we should catch up soon darling..
talk to u soon lovely
♥♥♥ much love x x x x

that seem to make up %90 of its content.

Then again it has been kinda helpful in at least three instances already. And I stumbled across a journalist from Beat who is hilarious.

***

I'm fucking boy crazy at the moment.
Like yesterday I was in the office. Well, actually I was getting lost in a pseudo-post office. My god. There was all these boutiques and I went up two escalators before figuring that maybe this wasn't the place. Walked out one of the back doors and Australia Post was staring at me like a bored mother.
I asked this boy if you were allowed to write on the envelopes before buying them. And we got talking. Damian. He had longish hair, strips on his clothes and was a musician. We joked about who was destined to be more broke. What we were doing over Christmas ('yea, it’s a music festival. Really nice. Heh, well a fuckfest really', 'Ohh a nice fuckfest?'). And he waited in line with me. Then we started off for JB. And THEN I hear ‘HEY DOOSHBAG!' and its Scott and (fucking cute as) Rach. And we hug and squee and talk really fast about everything.
Time piled up and I'd been away for over an hour so I said my goodbyes to the friendly piano player started to head back, accompanied by Scott and Rach. We dropped into the Reject shop to get Dava a toy machine gun and chocolate coins. Well, the chocolate coins were for me ('buy these and I'll love you forever!!' which was the same line I used with those hairdressers).
And I dunno. It was weird. We were loud and profane and I wasn't bothered at all by the fact I was hanging out with my exboyfriend and the girl he had dumped me for (they didn't get together, just for the record). So we're gunna get in touch after Christmas. Go drink ourselves into oblivion most likely.

It occurs to me I have quite a few such dates lined up.

Ryan was stressed and everything that comes with (irritable, worse at communicating then usual). So that was a bit of a drag. Especially since I won’t see him for two or three weeks. But we had lunch at Golden Towers which was nice. Tom R dropped round to do reading. He gave me some fruit tingles. He's a funny thing. Has a tattoo, something about Hunter S Thompson I didn't notice before.

On the drive home today I caught a glimpse of Chris, Justin and Roman who were all shirtless and wet. Oh yum..

Blah. See what I mean.
Its all centred around the opposite sex.
Ryan. Scott. Noel. Tom. Roman. Rick. Damien.

Then again, haven't thought about Roman that much considering. Except to make the link that being with him was a hell of a lot like being with Mat at Nicole's 12th birthday. The very first time I was drunk.
Like a more intense version of 11 year olds
kissing
in the dark.

Mon, 18 Dec 2006 12:57:48 GMT

So. The last few days have been pretty interesting.

On Friday my family and I went to see Handel's Messiah at Hamer Hall. That. Was. Insane. It was simply exquisite, time passed differently. And the violins, oh man the violins ..they were something else. Such a beautiful instrument.
One of the sopranos was this relatively young woman. Her talent easily surpassing that of her elders. Except maybe the oldest man. His husky vocals, perfect technique.
Some of the money grandpa left us has been put aside so we can do things like this every once in a while.

Saturday we had breakfast with Kay and Andy who are just sincere, lovely people. Then a family Christmas thing at Nanna's. Which wasn't as painful as usual. Plus - and this rocks - Michelle was there! I haven't seen her in, I dunno, a year or two. And she's probably the only person in my extended family who I honestly like. She has the most beautiful nature. And it was pretty funny because somewhere along the line I became the cool, older cousin (even though Allison is older than me). Still amuses me that I can be cool based mainly on my age. But I felt like we really re-connected. Which was pretty touching and rare/non existent within my family. I think I'll write to her before we go away.

After that I had Jared's party. Which I don't remember a great deal of.
Was a ton of cool people there. Dunno what I expected. Didn't bring any of my own alcohol. That didn't prove to be a problem. Roman, among others, was very giving. Was weird goin' back to mixed drinks, like I haven't had a UDL since I was about 12. And there were these Pulse things that just tasted like sherbet. Lemon Ruskis that remind me of my mum. Jolmie was the only one with a clue (Smirnoff). Was mostly Woodstocks for me though.
I've known most of these guys since I first came to Berwick. But since I don't really get out much have never seen them after a few drinks.
Only really have pockets of memory. It was fun putting the pieces together with the boys the next morning (even if the picture remained incomplete). Slept between Kyle and Justin in a room with five other guys. Funny. It was something my dad really wanted me to go to. Cause Jared's is loved by father far and wide. Suits me fine.

The three clichés of intoxication were present in Erica, Chloe, Roman and I. Erica crumbled under insecurities and cried loudly and long. This I kinda remember. Chloe (who along with Erica and Anna had bought an esky full of booze) passed out early on. Hit her head and some unfortunate sombre person had to take care of her. I probably would've shared the same fate had it not been for Roman. Close to you ~~wishing we're~~ conjoined at the tongue, can you hear me thinking I should stop?
Mew, can anyone say 'awesome on guitar'?
'Cute in his part Russian, part Asian way'?
'Old crush resurfacing'? Yeea.
It all started to settle down around 2.30am. Everyone who was leaving, left. Chris had put the Redhot Chilli Peppers on full blast and he, Justin, Roachie, Kane were doing suicidal dance moves. Roman and I swayed, cheeks and hips pressed together, shouting alternate lines in each others ear. Once everyone had gone to bed we were out on the trampoline. Until this point we had all semi-convinced nothing had happened with us. That was sorta blown outta the water when I asked Roman what he was thinking and he kissed me. There was this uproar along the lines of 'ha! we gotchya!' from the bungalow. Was pretty funny but we still decided to move.

Stumbled to a spot by the dam. It was pretty good, like he was insistent without making me feel unsafe. Clumsily kissing, the weight of him. Wandering hands, fingers and tongues. Was probably good I had a boyfriend hanging over my head. Otherwise we would've gone the whole way. Which is not how I wanna lose it.
Was a little cold, but we were still too drunk to notice. The air was sweet. It was almost five am when we went back to the bungalow.

It was good. I didn't wake up with this dread that I had terminally fucked up. However most of Sunday was spent in bed. Little sore, little hung over, but no regrets. Erica called and a few hours later Ryan (who woke me up, bastard =P).
Came clean with Rick that night. He and I have split (believe it or not, on the grounds we don’t have enough in common). There's no bad blood, which is good.

Today was good too. Slept in, then went into the office after coffee with Ryan. Formally met D.C (obviously I've seen him around, but y'know). Actually, Ryan was late so I spent a half hour reading in that concrete cove facing the artspace in centre place. This guy on crutches set himself up on some crates nearby and smoked his weed from an apple. A practise I have never seen before, to be sure.
Read submissions and stuff. Geoff rocked around to print his thesis, which proved extremely difficult. I snuck off for about an hour, having met this cute Irish backpacker working where I bought lunch. Noel. He was really great, funny, interesting. Accent to die for. ‘If you had to be reincarnated as a polar bear or a kangaroo… hehe. When I had to go for the EdComm meeting he gave me his number. The coffee was on the house. I dunno, maybe I’ll call him when I get back. Maybe.
At meeting I met –man that’s annoying phrasing - the infamous Alex (hey, you're the girl that read) and Gina who had a cool dress. Yea, it’s worth repeating how beautiful Tom R's big brown eyes are. Think Voiceworks is going to have a Letters to the Editor page. Cool 'ey.

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 11:14:33 GMT

So I just broke up with Bec.

Thu, 02 Jun 2005 13:00:03 GMT

Am friends only. Comment to be added.