SMS. 3.49. Oh my god, it’s a quarter to six in the morning, just got in from a marathon 7 hour DJ set, I’m now listening to the birds and having my first joint, grease me on the nose bowling day, not impressed :) – Lauri
I went to bed about 4am.
I got up at 9.20am.
SMS. 9.25. 42.5 here yesterday, I was fucked just from that. Went to the Peel. Had fun at the dirty old Peel. Got home 4am, just woke up – Christian
SMS. 9.31 Still buzzing. Now smoking bongs, doin bumps… how did that happen? Ah coffee! Need more of that – Lauri
SMS. 9.32. 2006 huh? How did that happen? – Christian
It was a glorious sunny day. The cool change had come and now there was a cool edge to the wind when it blew. Unlike the radiated heat of yesterday. The change is good, needed even. It’s so nice to have fresh air and not radiant heat, well, radiated air bearing down, sucking you into it.
SMS. 11.00. (Tom) Happy New Year, miss – Christian
Nicolas and I did bumps of speed around the coffee table.
I went and bought rugs with Nicholas, at The Exhibition Centre, New Years Day, speeding & buzzing off our brains. It was languorous walking by the Yarra, if a little, what would I say, fucked up. Sun shining, abandoned car parks, shimmering in the light - perving on Nicholas' sexy butt, as he walked ahead of me. Oh, come on, those thighs and that arse, in dark blue 3 strip Adidas track pants that are snug on him after I have had a night of drugs, come on? I can be excused. All that was missing was us holding hands. Oh, I don't mean that with Nicholas, I'm not going to hold Nicholas' hand, but that was how it felt the two of us window shopping like a couple of boyfriends.
The Great Sale. There were too many regimented forms, tables of stuff for as far as the eye could see, far too many for drug addled brains.
I bought a new rug for the lounge room, $66 marked down from an, alleged, $725. Is it illegal for them to inflate the original price when they mark down? I thought, as I fingered the price tag. I didn't need a new one, but Nicholas insisted, wouldn't let it go and, in the end, it was just easier to pay the $66 than to disagree.
And then the rain came down and it was cool and we all gave thanks.
SMS. 13.27. (He who cannot be mentioned) Happy New Year to you too. I hope 2006 (do you believe that?) is the best ever – Christian
And you know, I almost meant it.
Still, it doesn't hurt to be nice, as my grandma used to say. (That's the grandmother who made millions from property development - and not the grandmother who sat in her lounge room smoking Kool cigarettes and, told to me when I was an adult, drank brandy, heart broken that my grandfather had died and left her some years earlier)
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