Caught up with a lovely Sarah. Beautiful Sunday afternoon. Clear blue skies. Delicious snack from Bourke St Bakery. Lots of positive energy from people sitting around us. Conversations about murdering people.
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Swung by a carwash. Bird wanted to be one of us. Why does society's boundaries prevent him from being one of us?
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Experiment in the kitchen, using only what i had at the time in the fridge. Chicken, Chinese sausage, cucumber and lettuces in stir fried rice in a random miso/soy/ginger/honey goo. Next time i should add an egg. Best random effort to date!
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Lovely night with Andrew and Terri. Talking about 'our feelings' and 'life goals and ambitions' at a bar named Crossroads before checking out SBTRKT, which was good.
We went on to play Settlers of Catan until 5 in the morning. Like anyone who is still up at 5 on a Saturday morning, we soaked in the morning-after-a-big-night-out dew and trudged our way undeservedly to the nearest Maccas.
This summarizes what my 26yo self does on Friday nights.
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This is what I wake up to every morning. I think it is important to know what the first thing you see when you wake up everyday. It might be a 'reflection of who you are' or 'a deep look into your soul'.
This particular morning, I woke up quite happily, only to be sad 3 seconds later of the day to come. If this happens for another 2 weeks, I will need to move on.
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Found at the Adelaide Art Gallery.
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Hello, we meet again. Picked this fella up from a card shop in Adelaide. Miss the Urza block cards.
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Saw some chickens in a community garden at St Kilda. It was quite a contrast having it right next to Melbourne Luna Park.
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Never understood the idea behind having a big celebration for your birthday. The attention is quite unbearable. I decided to mark passing the quarter century point with a chicken pie. I treated myself by paying that extra 25c for the tomato sauce, because quite frankly, I think I earned it getting this far.
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This now sits on my work bench. It serves as a constant reminder of how much of a loser I am, but that it is ok because Captain Crunch will always be there for me.
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To this day, I still have a mildly strong belief that women don't defecate. If they did, it smelt of a mixture of cinnamon, roses and the bittersweet tears of Christina Hendricks.
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I now have my own trading card series. Collect all 6!
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Lunch for one until Igor joined me. Day 3 of my ordeal. There really isn't much point to anything in the grand scheme of things.One thing I never understood was why people never like having lunch on their own. Especially in crowded places. It seems to be quite a common problem.
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I had a Katsu curry instead.
There was a guy who tried to start a conversation with us in the foodcourt. I felt bad for not making an effort. I wonder if he's another lonely soul who needs reaching out to. He was cheerful, but there was a sense of sadness and quiet desperation when he wished us a happy chinese new year and abruptly went back to eating.
Everything is going to be ok, atethechickenreallyfastbro.
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Went to Ikea. Came to the realisation I'd be more "spiritually free" without so much materialism bogging down and defining my life, like having furniture. But damn that poang chair was comfy. Cat.
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Happy Chinese New Year! Nothing special, just another normal catch up with the family. Except my dad's eyebrow hair. It was very long and apparently it's good luck.
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Dropped by Kmart tonight to get new pair of thongs. Fucked the previous one changing tyres. Spotted DVD, remembering I never finished Foot Loose. All Kevin Bacon wanted to do was dance? Genius.
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Went to a Lego exhibition. It was mildly disappointing. But we won a racing car competition. It was fantastic. We beat a group of 8 year olds. Most amazing feeling ever to be validated.
P.S. My 'spaceship' is a peaceful space medical frigate.
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