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Guide to spotting Rys
Yes, you. You may have seen me around, it's true. I am not so hermit like this week, being my last week in civilisation and all. So you can be sure it's me if:
1) I have a crusty old red backpack strapped on
2) I have a bottle of water in my hands (or I appear to be searching for one)
3) Probably wearing hoodie, and grumpy. Very very grumpy. Out is not as comfortable as bed.
"Judging from these tracks, Rys was here one, maybe two days ago..."
Yes, you. You may have seen me around, it's true. I am not so hermit like this week, being my last week in civilisation and all. So you can be sure it's me if:
1) I have a crusty old red backpack strapped on
2) I have a bottle of water in my hands (or I appear to be searching for one)
3) Probably wearing hoodie, and grumpy. Very very grumpy. Out is not as comfortable as bed.
"Judging from these tracks, Rys was here one, maybe two days ago..."
And when the world is at it's inevitable end, as the dregs of society assess what's left of culture, our gayness will shine on like a beacon unto them 
I have nothing left to say. I feel consumed by my own stupidity.
I have nothing left to say. I feel consumed by my own stupidity.
Reach out/ touch Cash
I was having a Johnny Cash moment. Apfelkorn at dawn, somehow finding myself wrapped in bubble wrap. It made sense at the time. Don't you wish you woke up hung over with me more often?
Everything is so right, there must be something wrong. This is the closest to heaven I'll ever get. Thank you Ian Craig Marsh.
And tommorow. Gammeldansk.
I was having a Johnny Cash moment. Apfelkorn at dawn, somehow finding myself wrapped in bubble wrap. It made sense at the time. Don't you wish you woke up hung over with me more often?
Everything is so right, there must be something wrong. This is the closest to heaven I'll ever get. Thank you Ian Craig Marsh.
And tommorow. Gammeldansk.
Tonight I moved out of my flat. God it's a relief. I am officially homeless. HOTTT!
Highlights of the move include:
Running out of paint, so just covering 'around' the sofa
Throwing mango lassi out the window and telling the neighbours we couldn't help it, "it's how Lisa blesses her house, she's half thai don't ya know"
Asking the profound question- 'Is this your meade?'
PS- "excuse me Sir, do you know which bus goes to the girls orphanage?"
Highlights of the move include:
Running out of paint, so just covering 'around' the sofa
Throwing mango lassi out the window and telling the neighbours we couldn't help it, "it's how Lisa blesses her house, she's half thai don't ya know"
Asking the profound question- 'Is this your meade?'
PS- "excuse me Sir, do you know which bus goes to the girls orphanage?"
On our moral obligation to reject neo-liberal governance
I want to feel special again more than anything. I want to feel... I don't know. Something that's not this.
I want to feel special again more than anything. I want to feel... I don't know. Something that's not this.
Everything I say right now is wrong
so instead, pictures!
My friends have tits! Look at my surprise!!!
Mountains are cold.
Trolls! TROLLS!!!
so instead, pictures!
My friends have tits! Look at my surprise!!!
Mountains are cold.
Trolls! TROLLS!!!
Wait, this was funnier: me with mushrooms in Milan and Jurmala
"On space floor"
four more days with dis. four more. me go crazy.
went to milan. got naked. so excited!
had a picnic with the boy at linate airport. in the traffic island
couldn't bring champagne on the flight, needed to drink it all. alas poor bottle, I could not make it all.
full sentences soon. email me if you have any expertise in spatial inclusion policy. please!
devo. asleep. like a pod
how excited am I about heading home? boys!
"On space floor"
four more days with dis. four more. me go crazy.
went to milan. got naked. so excited!
had a picnic with the boy at linate airport. in the traffic island
couldn't bring champagne on the flight, needed to drink it all. alas poor bottle, I could not make it all.
full sentences soon. email me if you have any expertise in spatial inclusion policy. please!
devo. asleep. like a pod
how excited am I about heading home? boys!
I would not pay to see a Gibbon tightrope act. There is no danger involved.
Note: Rys is no longer here. All of my friends have been in bad car crashes, I'm just crushed by his eye lashes.... Turn to devo for all replies now:
Don't like it, well fuck you're a fatcuntmotherfucker anyhow. We turn our noses up at kids like you.
That boy he can please us like 4 kinds of cheeses...
Note: Rys is no longer here. All of my friends have been in bad car crashes, I'm just crushed by his eye lashes.... Turn to devo for all replies now:
Don't like it, well fuck you're a fatcuntmotherfucker anyhow. We turn our noses up at kids like you.
That boy he can please us like 4 kinds of cheeses...
My miserable year, or how I learned to stop worrying and love London
Ahoy hoy. You might have noticed that I am not here so much right now. I blame dis. She is due in 3 weeks. Her title is "Can young people acheive full citizenship in cities? (dot dot thing: cause all titles need one) rights, denationalisation, public space, urban policy and young poeple". So far I have hilariously misspelt democracy demoncracy twice. Ha ha... poltergeist in the water system.
Beyond my absence , those astute of you might have noticed a rather sad turn in my mood. I became pretty depressed a long time ago, I blame hanging out in a world of uber successful people who deserve to be put on the highest pedestal away from us normal people since we only use their valuable oxygen (thank you Nicci). During which time, my lover decided to start seeing an 18 year old. Well, I am happy for him- every fish has their depth after all. I just thought that after 1,800 days together a bit more than an email stating "well, she is my girlfriend and always will be" was more in order. But then who gives a shit, everyone knows he never really cut it anyhow, and it just kind of makes the whole deal seem like a joke. Does that make me evil? So. Up until recently I thought London sucked. Seriously. This city has a narrative of loss in my life. I have been in love love love 3 times before (engaged twice even). Dave (mark 1) left me when I moved to London for a while, Dave (mark II) started seeing someone else while I was holidaying over here, and Dante see above. Go city!
But now I realise, it's Melbourne that fucking sucks shit, that's the link- they're all dicks from Melbourne. That city is tits! And I love the fact that it is a failure, just like me
So here, to hold you over til I hand dis in, and then do my two weeks in a log cabin in Trondheim with Annemarte and Lisa is a 'photodiary' of my year. How gay have I become? Meanwhile, happy!!!
This is where I sleep. Like a crazy old woman. In the attic.
I got some seriously fucked up hair do's over here
Riding in Schindler's Lift with L
Ponies of the cosmopolitan variety
Found best boy ever. Tied him to my lounge room chair with gaffa. It really does fix everything.
Utilised my fast diminishing lap dancin' skills
Made out myspace style
Did lots of homework
Am probably nekkid with Dis as you read this. She and I are like this (insert comedic finger gesture).
Ahoy hoy. You might have noticed that I am not here so much right now. I blame dis. She is due in 3 weeks. Her title is "Can young people acheive full citizenship in cities? (dot dot thing: cause all titles need one) rights, denationalisation, public space, urban policy and young poeple". So far I have hilariously misspelt democracy demoncracy twice. Ha ha... poltergeist in the water system.
Beyond my absence , those astute of you might have noticed a rather sad turn in my mood. I became pretty depressed a long time ago, I blame hanging out in a world of uber successful people who deserve to be put on the highest pedestal away from us normal people since we only use their valuable oxygen (thank you Nicci). During which time, my lover decided to start seeing an 18 year old. Well, I am happy for him- every fish has their depth after all. I just thought that after 1,800 days together a bit more than an email stating "well, she is my girlfriend and always will be" was more in order. But then who gives a shit, everyone knows he never really cut it anyhow, and it just kind of makes the whole deal seem like a joke. Does that make me evil? So. Up until recently I thought London sucked. Seriously. This city has a narrative of loss in my life. I have been in love love love 3 times before (engaged twice even). Dave (mark 1) left me when I moved to London for a while, Dave (mark II) started seeing someone else while I was holidaying over here, and Dante see above. Go city!
But now I realise, it's Melbourne that fucking sucks shit, that's the link- they're all dicks from Melbourne. That city is tits! And I love the fact that it is a failure, just like me
So here, to hold you over til I hand dis in, and then do my two weeks in a log cabin in Trondheim with Annemarte and Lisa is a 'photodiary' of my year. How gay have I become? Meanwhile, happy!!!
This is where I sleep. Like a crazy old woman. In the attic.
I got some seriously fucked up hair do's over here
Riding in Schindler's Lift with L
Ponies of the cosmopolitan variety
Found best boy ever. Tied him to my lounge room chair with gaffa. It really does fix everything.
Utilised my fast diminishing lap dancin' skills
Made out myspace style
Did lots of homework
Am probably nekkid with Dis as you read this. She and I are like this (insert comedic finger gesture).
