Living In My Head

So this fb strike isn't working out as well I as wanted it to.

I'm trying very hard not to observe everyones updates & I am therefore (mostly) only responding to my notifications.

Time just goes by so fast whilst I'm sitting in front of this screen. Before I know it I'll be 37 & I won't remember a thing in between.

This week the fog has been heaps thick. I leave at about 06:15 & I can barely see 30cm beyond the bonnet. I have had Innerspeaker on repeat for the past 3 weeks now & I think this week has been the best time to listen to it, & I think I have probably enjoyed it the most. I start the day finding my way through this heavy mist, taking things pretty slow, park at work, take a deep breath, get out of the car & slay the dragon.

I reeeally like these IMPALA clips whilst they were in New York. But especially like this one. I wish they would have played Alter Ego when I last saw them, that song is growing on me & each day it feels as though it's more & more relevant.

Just observe the smile on Kevin's face, the part in Jay's mop & the groove in Paisley's bean poles. Dom is there... somewhere.

Nighthowlin'

Alright, so I've given up on fb. I'm not disconnecting it, but I'm just not going on that thing anymore... for a long time.

I guess the highlight of today was having THE BEST apple juice I have everrrr tasted!!

& I may just have to get these shoes...

wait,

& I might just have to get these shoes...

hold on,

I MUST HAVE THESE SHOES!!!

& I would also like to have this necklace...

& what else I think would be crazy & brilliant, would be communicating through the art of neon signs. I know for a fact, that I would listen to everything that anyone had to say, no matter how long they said it for & no matter how drenched in saliva I became.

Cosmic Dreamer

Below is a small conversation I had with a friend named Jack.

We were talking about life...

Jack: I'm a big fan of going to places with a mate & hanging with the bar fly's, the old blokes who've really done nothing with themselves & live for beer & smokes. I'd like to know how they get there...

Me: I fear that one day, THAT WILL BE ME!! & somedays, I don't even care if in 20 years that's how I spend my time - smoking 2 packs a day & having arm hair so long that it wipes across the bar counter as I whisk that glass of beer & drink some more.

This is only entry-worthy because I have such a clear vision of what I will look like, sitting behind that bar...

Please note: This is what I imagine I would dream of whist sitting behind the bar.

About Now

This is how I feel...

I just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that we're through
I just don't know what to do

I just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
movies only make me sad
parties make me feel as bad
cause I'm not with you
I just don't know what to do

like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away

well I don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that we're through
I just don't know what to do

like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away

I just don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself

Into The Outside

Whenever I have my own house, I will have the following...

A great looking desk with masses of great looking, old smelling books.

A nice looking painting. Actually, many great looking paintings.

Hand sculptures. I almost purchased a big hand that was a wooden carved seat, but I had already blown my budget for the day.

A swing or hammock in a main room of the house/shack.

& of course, a filthy looking sink with the most useless looking toothpaste & brush.

Back to the picture of the wooden hands - I love the acorn & pine cone. Pine cones remind me of when I was little & living in Mackay, there was an abundance of pine trees surrounding where my grandma lives. We would go walking to my aunty's place which was just around the corner & I was so fascinated with these pine cones. So along the way my grandma would have me collect as many as I could, then when we would go back to her place she would have little pots of paint & glitter & crafty bits & pieces & I would sit there for hours just decorating them & making monsters & creatures & god knows what else.

Sometimes I wish I could go back & feel what it was like to be so care-free & actually be able to appreciate it.

Images via theselby.com

Book Of Stories

I would just like to say that, I love you.

& that I have had a coffee mug sitting on my desk for 3 days now & it is beginning to curdle.

Shameless

Frank Gallagher.

Drugs & pints.

"Ahhrgh, fook it!"

Smoke & Mirrors

Handy-work.

The absolute best.

Insanity.

The Wolf, The Lion, & The Lamb

My weekend consisted of...

This Land Is Your Land

I absolutely adore this song - this performance especially, gives me shivers....

This one too, possibly better than the original...

Over & out.

Motion Blur

Today felt something like this...