Monday: slept at Bundoora and did the drunken Idol recap with the
lovely ladies, Caz and Atari
Tuesday: Double driving lesson (went on the highway and did 100 for
the first time. Woot), work, then Corpse Bride (very
disappointing, only good thing was the look. Go see it for that alone)
then dragged to a fucking Battle of the Bands at FUCKING mercury
Wednesday: Arsing about all day, then did some writing with Paleboy.
He has this idea for a script, and its good, but I don't know if I can
devote the time it needs. Apprehensive.
Thursday: Still freakishly unmotivated. Had huge list of things to do.
Didn't. was planning to go to shopping. Drifted around the house
instead. Then, went with Boyfriend's brother to pick him up from the
airport: Boyfriend went to the IF awards in Sydney on Wednesday. He bought back Krispy Kremes (ie the only donuts I eat. Ye gods, they're amazing)
Friday: Dad's birthday! Went to their house for dinner, then went home. Boyfriend finished work at 4am and met me there, we slept.
Saturday: Just had a driving lesson with dad. A cool night with cool people planned. Bloody Boyfriend's going to the AFIs.
Sunday: Boyfriend-tacular in the morning, but I'm fucking working that night.
So there you go.
Hey, did anyone go to Sexpo? I was gonna (good place for cheap
magazines) but… I don't know. (Cheers for the ticket though, K-oh! xo)
Over the last couple of years it's gone from cool to icky. Reviews?
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