Peep.
Today I went to Liverpool to book in for the world's smallest (and possibly most pointless) tattoo touch-up. A couple of lines and a spot above one of the letters. At least it's free.
I checked my bank account and I was rendered...Well, amused and a little uncomfortable. That was the first time ever in the world (ever) that I'd had a four digit number there. So I did a little damage (and success) control and spent some money. Three CDs, a book and three Smurf figurines later (a whim, let it go), I was back in my three digit comfort zone.
Anyway, the book is Possible Side Effects by Augusten Burroughs, who is currently my favourite author. I read his first book, Running With Scissors a while ago and I can't get enough. His brother is similarly talented and I read a book of his recently too. Amazing. I love the way Augusten writes. Everyone has to read his books now.
Yesterday I read a book, too. It's by an author I'd never heard of before by the name of Anne Enright and the book is called The Gathering. It's about a large Irish family (rather Catholic, as they tend to be) and all of their issues and the relationships they have with each other (and with themselves). It's written in this brilliant style that I'm quite fond of. They style itself is rather Irish too, lol, in that the details are rich, the characters are exuberant (even the painfully sad ones), and while you're reaing the story, although it's beautiful, you're not sure you're getting anywhere or learning anything...Until you finish it, sit back and realise that this amazing, living thing has just been birthed, flowered and died right there before you in your very hands.
And upon reading these books (and others like them) and completely revelling in their distinct styles and the amazing characters and their tales....I want to go and get a "real" job, do something sensible with my hair and find a nice girl to settle down with because I'm quite positive that I can never, ever write something like that. There's nothing for it.
But, truthfully, with a headshake to clear those thoughts away, I catch a glimpse of what is actually possible and it makes me want it even more.
Anyways....I'm listening to one of my purchases. It's a Cranberries best of album. Girl music, I know. But it has Zombie, Linger and Dreams on it, so you know, had to buy it. I also got k.d. lang's new album Watershed, which I've yet to listen to. It's got a photo of her on the front and back and sadly, I can't help but look at them. She's gorgeous. The third and final CD is from The Offspring. And, no matter what anyone says, I love them and truely believe them to be amongst the best bands in the world. So there.
I was looking for a CCR album too, but they didn't have one with Bad Moon Rising on it. How is that even possible??. And again, it doesn't matter what anyone says, they're cool. Swamp rock is awesome. I was meant to hunt around for an LRB album, too, but I only just remembered. Perhaps it's for the best, too. I think I spent enough money for a good long while.
I had Starbucks too. For the first time. And you know what? Doesn't matter what goofy names they give their sizes, "tall" or "grande"...And whatever the other one is, they're like Gloria Jean's coffees...The beans are burnt and the coffee is bitter. And too pricey. I don't know, I think it's "trend" coffee. Those chain places are cool and then, like Pretzel World, they'll disappear. Except, unlike Pretzel World, I won't miss these horrible chain coffee places. Besides, I should tell them next time, that I like my coffee sweet, milky, hot (not scalding) and why can't they make it like that? Nothing fancy, not added syrup (not hazelnut, not peppermint), no "extras" (sprinkles, cinnamon or chocolate) nothing. Just a flat white and nothing else.
On a positive note, Liverpool Westfields has a Bread Top now. When they suddenly sprout a comic book store, I will sleep in the bedding department of Myer and never leave.
In case you can't tell, I've had faaaar too much caffeine (two 600mL cokes and a "tall" (bad) flat white) and too many cigarettes and not enough food.
I should go eat. And I totally would, too, if I was even remotely interested. You know, right now, I can't tell if I want to eat because I'm hungry, or just because I'm bored. Or if I even want to eat at all. That's how my life has been lately.
OK, I've tried to end this entry twice now, and I haven't been able to. That's what being offline for a week does to one.
Going now.
I checked my bank account and I was rendered...Well, amused and a little uncomfortable. That was the first time ever in the world (ever) that I'd had a four digit number there. So I did a little damage (and success) control and spent some money. Three CDs, a book and three Smurf figurines later (a whim, let it go), I was back in my three digit comfort zone.
Anyway, the book is Possible Side Effects by Augusten Burroughs, who is currently my favourite author. I read his first book, Running With Scissors a while ago and I can't get enough. His brother is similarly talented and I read a book of his recently too. Amazing. I love the way Augusten writes. Everyone has to read his books now.
Yesterday I read a book, too. It's by an author I'd never heard of before by the name of Anne Enright and the book is called The Gathering. It's about a large Irish family (rather Catholic, as they tend to be) and all of their issues and the relationships they have with each other (and with themselves). It's written in this brilliant style that I'm quite fond of. They style itself is rather Irish too, lol, in that the details are rich, the characters are exuberant (even the painfully sad ones), and while you're reaing the story, although it's beautiful, you're not sure you're getting anywhere or learning anything...Until you finish it, sit back and realise that this amazing, living thing has just been birthed, flowered and died right there before you in your very hands.
And upon reading these books (and others like them) and completely revelling in their distinct styles and the amazing characters and their tales....I want to go and get a "real" job, do something sensible with my hair and find a nice girl to settle down with because I'm quite positive that I can never, ever write something like that. There's nothing for it.
But, truthfully, with a headshake to clear those thoughts away, I catch a glimpse of what is actually possible and it makes me want it even more.
Anyways....I'm listening to one of my purchases. It's a Cranberries best of album. Girl music, I know. But it has Zombie, Linger and Dreams on it, so you know, had to buy it. I also got k.d. lang's new album Watershed, which I've yet to listen to. It's got a photo of her on the front and back and sadly, I can't help but look at them. She's gorgeous. The third and final CD is from The Offspring. And, no matter what anyone says, I love them and truely believe them to be amongst the best bands in the world. So there.
I was looking for a CCR album too, but they didn't have one with Bad Moon Rising on it. How is that even possible??. And again, it doesn't matter what anyone says, they're cool. Swamp rock is awesome. I was meant to hunt around for an LRB album, too, but I only just remembered. Perhaps it's for the best, too. I think I spent enough money for a good long while.
I had Starbucks too. For the first time. And you know what? Doesn't matter what goofy names they give their sizes, "tall" or "grande"...And whatever the other one is, they're like Gloria Jean's coffees...The beans are burnt and the coffee is bitter. And too pricey. I don't know, I think it's "trend" coffee. Those chain places are cool and then, like Pretzel World, they'll disappear. Except, unlike Pretzel World, I won't miss these horrible chain coffee places. Besides, I should tell them next time, that I like my coffee sweet, milky, hot (not scalding) and why can't they make it like that? Nothing fancy, not added syrup (not hazelnut, not peppermint), no "extras" (sprinkles, cinnamon or chocolate) nothing. Just a flat white and nothing else.
On a positive note, Liverpool Westfields has a Bread Top now. When they suddenly sprout a comic book store, I will sleep in the bedding department of Myer and never leave.
In case you can't tell, I've had faaaar too much caffeine (two 600mL cokes and a "tall" (bad) flat white) and too many cigarettes and not enough food.
I should go eat. And I totally would, too, if I was even remotely interested. You know, right now, I can't tell if I want to eat because I'm hungry, or just because I'm bored. Or if I even want to eat at all. That's how my life has been lately.
OK, I've tried to end this entry twice now, and I haven't been able to. That's what being offline for a week does to one.
Going now.