Getting older comes with a lot of crappy things. Medical cover. Mammograms. Matching linen with your teal trimmings. It also comes with some good stuff too. Clarity. The ability to stand up for yourself. And a genuine Zero Tolerance policy for bitchy dramatics. Without these things (and home Nescafe machines) adulthood would be […]
Month: June 2013
I HAVE A DREAM. (And it comes true because I’m totally psychic)
When I was little I had a very strict morning routine. I would wake up in my wooden boat-bed filled with sunrise enthusiasm and quickly bound into my parents’ room. “Do you guys want to know what I dreamed last night?” Jumping straight in between the groggy pair, I would launch into the most interesting, […]
Birds of a Feather
I have a tattoo on my arm. It is a feather. It is maroon and looks like henna. I got it on my brother, Cormac’s, 17th birthday. I have another tattoo on my back. It is Wilson’s name. I got that one because I wanted to keep him close. I decided on a feather this […]
Little Mitch Update
Mitch called back again tonight. If you don’t know who Mitch is you are missing out on a little ray of sunshine. This is Mitch I wrote on a piece of paper “please angus if you get a second can you please do a shout-out for nine year old Mitch and tell Australia he loves […]
The story of the stupid Bunk Bed
My bunk bed has been quite the topic on this little blog. I’ve brought it up a few times. Well at least twice. This bunk bed however has not been all sleep-overs, cookies and cubby houses. I’m not going to lie, that’s pretty much EXACTLY what I thought it would be. ‘Disappointed’ would be the […]
The Soldiers
Firstly, let me apologize if you think this post is a bit heavy. It’s not. It’s reality. And secondly, let me take that apology right back. Suicide is a taboo topic as it is. It took me a very long time to answer people’s questions as to how I lost my little brother. “My little […]
Nothing ever changes…
The cutest thing since Rudy Huxtable just happened. A little boy named Mitch called the radio show I work on. He told me what his name was and that he was 9 years old. He asked me if we could please play a song for a girl named Zoe. He was very shy. I told […]
OThis is what I am dealing with
Meet my dad. He is ridiculous.
Love a good theory…
I love a good theory. That is why I called this post ‘Love a good theory’. (#perfecttitle) Over the weekend some friends and I came up with a coupla’ crackers… There’s the Sydney Messina Complex Theory… This basically consists of the eastern suburb obsession with “flavour of the month”. Of course we related this […]
