January 2012
Mirrors.
Sometimes when I catch myself staring at my own reflection in a public place I wonder how many people have done the same thing in that same spot. I wonder if they liked what they saw, or if they were drunk, or if they thought they were fat or even if they saw someone else’s reflection and smiled.
Anonymous asked: does jess hav a blag?? :')
Anonymous asked: tell jess incest is wincest
I’ve been rolling around in my bed for about two hours now just wishing I could get to sleep but I’m so darn restless. This is so frustrating. One of those nights where every bad decision I’ve ever made and everything I miss decide to congregate in my head. Excellent.
“I would have tapped that if it was the olden days. But he gave me lice once.”
– Drunk Jess musing on her cousin.
nostoriestotell asked: Is that a photo of your hand taped to a longneck? If so, that is the most Aussie thing ever hahahaha
“Dog note.”
– Jess pointing out the one note we both just miss when trying to whistle Teenage Dirtbag.
Scar Stories / Brisbane.
Tomorrow night is the opening night for the Scar Stories exhibit at my workplace, Bleeding Heart. Anyone who’s around should come and check it out, because it’s a really stunning and confronting exhibition and it’s supporting an amazing cause. Here’s a little bit about it from the website as written by Jasmine (one of the subjects):
Dealing with the scars of cancer has...
For the asking. →
West End living.
It only ever smells like bins, or weed. Or both. But mostly weed. One of our neighbours is getting baked and the smell is permeating our entire house. Word.
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“I’ll beat you, you little shit!”
– Overheard in West End.
More Centrelink woes.
As per the new criteria, to prove that I’m independent I need to provide proof of employment over the past 18 months. The catch is, it’s now assessed by the amount of hours you worked as opposed to how much you earned. Previously I could have handed in a neat little Group Certificate, but now I have to dig up every payslip I’ve ever been given over the past 18 months. Good luck...
If it makes you less sad.
Perfect hypotheticals:
If I had it my way I’d bake a batch of cookies right now and walk down to the park with a lantern and a strange boy and play on the swings in the dark but I wouldn’t be scared. I would wear some sort of Indian headdress and run around like a loony-bird. We would have beer and maybe kiss but it wouldn’t matter either way because we might be a little bit drunk and tell each other...
What makes you nervous?
All we have is now / All we'll ever have is now
We either sink together or we survive together.
Ready, able.
Last night.
All I can say is this: Alcohol and bad news are a terrible combination.
Stormy Weather - Etta James
One of my favourite...
As if Blake isn’t the nicest dude on the block/internet for making me feel like way less of a chump. Which is an achievement, as I often feel chump-ish under such circumstances.
Anonymous asked: Your eyebrows are killer!
May I remind you again that this is a dream, and...