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BIG NEWS: I moved out! It was very exhausting but so so so worth it. I'm currently lazing on the couch in the living room with a cute boy beside me. I finally have internet and I'm not going back to work for another week so I figured I should probably post these photos at some point.
Without further ado... The moving process!
being artsy is hard when you're off your fucking face
1. how fucking heavy empty boxes are. What is cardboard made of? Lead??
2. How much red wine loves you. I'm not sure why, but it does.
3. How much shit you actually own. It's a lot. Even when you think you're a cool hip minimalist. Nope, you still have heaps of shit.
4. Just which friends have always got your back.
Okay, that escalated quickly. This isn't a passive aggressive post about roommate dramas. Yet. Jokes, I doubt that'll happen. It's a post about how I love everyone in this bar.
I've got to tell you, I'm pretty drunk. Packing boxes involved so much effort and was such a bore that to cheer myself up I put on Hannah Montana in the background and drank a bottle of red. So I'm drunk, is basically what I'm getting at. Keyboards are fun when drunk, have you ever tried?
ANYWAY. What happened tonight is this: I was packing. I went and got the plastic step stool so I could reach up the top of my wardrobe and get down the dusty boxes of memories. I opened my box marked "cards". They're mainly birthday cards, but also include Christmas cards, other miscellaneous cards and even some letters. Now, I turned 23 last week (woo! go me!) so the top layer was pretty fresh. But curious me, about halfway though the bottle, dug a little deeper. And what I found was like fifteen cards/letters, all in the one handwriting.
I'm tempted to name her, but that might embarrass her. I've already sent her drunk text messages across the globe just now, which thanks to time differences she had to read on a cold Tuesday morning while she was heading to work. SORRY BABE.
Basically what I'm saying is this: when you move house, you discover old keepsakes, and remember old times, and you do the drunk cry and reconnect with someone you've lost touch with. It's a beautiful fucking moment. Even I think so, sitting on the floor in my mother's house, surrounded by boxes and random shit and birthday cards from 2002, with some glitter on the floor from the time Sabine got you back... I deserved that and yet I'm still not even sorry! I love you babe, and I'm never going to drift from you again. You're mine from now on, got it?
You were there for me when nobody else was. And just because I made new friends (some of which I don't know how I ever did without), it doesn't excuse my letting you slip away. I'm so sorry, it will never happen again. From now on, you're the one I message. Fuck time zones!!! One day we're gonna meet for real and I'm gonna give you a bottle of red and see what happens. It's gonna be epic, I can't wait.
Until then, my dear, please accept this drunken blog post and my rambling iMessages as a token of my love. You'll always be my favourite.
SIDE NOTE: I'm moving house if you didn't know!!!! So I'm gonna start blogging about life away from mother, and homewarey shit, and all that crap. I'm exited, aren't you?. Also, SIDE NOTE 2: I have been meaning to post for so long but the words are never right. Turns out all I needed to do was down a bottle of booze. DRUNK BLOGGING IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL. And it makes those wriggly red lines under misspelt words that much more useful hahahhahahaah. SIDE NOTE 3: mY boyfriend (yes I have one of those now) is hella jealous that Sabine got her own love post dedicated to her, but what can I say? CHICKS BEFORE DICKS.
xxox pls still love me i'm drunk and needy
So you know the feeling where you're miserable for no particular reason? Yeah, that's me lately. It sucks.
I'm earning shitloads of money, I have flights to Japan booked for next year and I convinced a gorgeous boy to love me... and yet I'm still miserable. What the actual fuck??
I haven't been inspired by much lately, thus my absence from this little place. I'm hoping maybe I can kick myself into gear and post more, because once upon a time it made me really happy.
I do miss this. xxx
#: woe is me
Hi errybody! I'm still alive! Multiple people have messaged me asking when I'm going to blog again and I have finally done something about it! This is a post about a road trip I took last November with the #squad. My good pal Maia grew up in a small coastal town called Narooma. When uni finished for the year, she grabbed a bunch of her friends and drove us down to see her little slice of paradise.