you're vain, your games, you're insecure

revising, as usual.

7 things i like
- christmas trees
- tofu
- having money
- books i want to keep reading until the end
- chai teas
- ABs
- the big bang theory (specifically; sheldon)

7 things in my room
- a relentlessly loud ticking clock
- pads (this perhaps crosses the line into TMI, but im just listing things i see first)
- mug shaped like a fat baby chick(en)
- an electric kettle box of bus timetables
- too many textbooks for a person not remotely smart
- santa claus (he likes me because im a good girl)
- quart of white wine (before you equate 17yrold + wine, its only 4% alc.)

7 things i cant live without
- tofu
- plants (oh how i live by your photosynthesising ways)
- water
- clothes (atm. because the weather is a frigid bitch. why am i always calling her that?)
- being able to shower
- family&friends
- shelter

7 dislikes
- flowers
- meat
- heavily perfumed items/persons
- $0.00 bank balance (luckily i have so far avoided this. big hoorah!)
- cheesy romcoms (oh couples retreat. how you disappointed me)
- hsc
- hsc (my dislike for it cannot be contained in one dot point.)

7 songs
- slow dancing in a burning room
- your hand in mine
- white lines and red lights
- knockin on heaven's door
- brand new day
- drift
- beside me

7 things I cant do
- touch type
- lick my elbow
- refrain from doritos on sale
- exist unattached and suspended in midair for lengths of time
- keep my hands warm
- jog
- see distances further than three feet clearly

booshah, let's get hitched baby :)

Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!

yo ho ho and a bottle o' rum!

...so happy talk like a pirate day everyone garr.

you may (but probably not) be wondering where i have disappeared off to lately;

has important priorities and happenings suddenly absorbed all my previously ample spare time? no.

was i stricken down by a deadly disease, hence unable to spare a single body part (not even a finger to type up a post) as i needed all the white blood cells as i could rapidly reproduce? no.

did i (finally) get a life? yes! ...no. (i had my hopes up for a second, but intentional deceit is frowned upon by society i think)

am i going to treat you all with a long comprehensive post about my past (many) adventures? ...not yet.

abligurition is no more

you know my life has reached food bottom when i am unable to purchase even a $1.79 bag of doritos.

that's right doritos; the food that i would turn into if the "you are what you eat" axiom was true. not even tofu, but doritos. i was so dorito deprived at some stage (we had a period of dorito-sale drought, which lasted almost a month) that i bought a bag for $3.00.

why yes, if i would go to such frantic measures for a bag of $3.00 doritos, then surely the mere thought of $1.79 doritos must be watering my mouth to the point where i have my own personalised niagara falls. Even edward would not be able to harness thirst from such titillating a luxury...(i suppose) if the $1.79 doritos were a form of blood.