January 2011
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Leaving my Les Mis book here in Bangkok. I couldn’t be bothered to cart its weight around with me. So I leave it behind till June perhaps.
MAC haul over the last three days:
Fluidline in Blacktrack Liquidlast in Point Black Eyeshadow in Cork and Rule
Airport in 1.5hrs. Here we go again.
Heads up for me not having interwebs for a while.
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One day, in the next year or two I want to go somewhere that I can stamp as ‘home’. And then not fucking move for at least 5 years. This is getting rather surreal, and I’m pretty sure very few people I know actually know what it feels like and how much it fucks with your mind.
If you take a gander at Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs pyramid chart the third tier up is...
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Single on Valentine's Day? Alone forever?
Don’t worry, there’s always tumblr where we can be bitter and bitch about all the lovey-dubby couples waltzing around.
OR I’ll go out and bring me back some hottie and shag him. Bring me Sailor Jerry by the crate on Singles Awareness Day, imma need it.
Another thing: People who go out of their way to find themselves a Valentine should go jump in a lake filled with acid. Be in a...
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Inner fan girl moment:
When they cut to Rafa between games sometime in the third set he looked like he was going to cry. I had to try really hard not to start bawling my eyes out in front of my dad and sister who are staunch Federer fans.
I’m so lame. But hell, I feel for that guy.
I'm fucking sick of moving. Sick of packing my...
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