I read somewhere about someone who used to write down every nice thing that anyone ever said about them. For future reference. To soothe their soul on a Nobody Loves Me day. It could have been a skanky spiral notebook or maybe it was a sexy little Moleskine, coz if they wrote it down on Read More
Well that was the best christmas party of any employer i've ever been employed with EVER! i never write about my new job, why? because i LURVE IT. i like being the marketing communications chicky and writing things and being creative and the people are the bestest loveleist people i've ever worked with and they Read More
My mind is on other things, like fresh raspberries. Check out the Olden & Golden on the sidebar, or just go play in the archives. Remember a time when I wrote remotely interesting things. First one to leave a (proper, thoughtful) comment on every entry wins a prize!
Did you know about the secret life of Shauny and Rhi? The life in which we are arse-kicking space pirates, with ample bosoms and witty dialogue, plundering our way across the cosmos to steal cubic zirconias? The ever-so-clever Mattay has immortalised us thus in his brilliant comic, Cosmic Corsairs in the Cubic Conundrum. He created Read More
We were equipped with only an apple, a bottle of water, a dog, and a warning to watch out for snakes. Then we were dumped at the railway line with a few hundred sheep. It was slave labour, I tell you. We were like the children of the industrial revolution, except our faces were pink Read More
"Why don't you give me something I can use?" I asked The Mothership as she crossed her eyes, tongue curled up, checking her top lip for stray capuccino foam. She'd spent the whole meal relating stories in her booming Teachers Voice, my mascara was smeared from laughing. The Mothership loves telling stories and loves me Read More
There'd been a little rattle in Manuel for a week or so now. Nothing too bad we thought, but we booked it in for a service today. But last night on my way to singing class, I had a little adventure. Somewhere around Parliament House, the rattle turned to a clunk. Then when I stopped Read More
SHAUNA: Arrroooooooooooooooo! RHIANNON: Arrroooooooooooooooo! We were watching television, Renovation Rescue 3. Perhaps it was the heat, the lack of dinner in my belly, or some deep animal instinct, but I suddenly felt the urge to tip my head back and howl like a mournful dog. So I did. It was long and plaintive and very Read More
I have this very childish streak in which if I can't be brilliant at something, I develop a severe attitude problem. Like learning Japanese. From Year 8 to Year 11, I was top of the class. The teacher adored me. I won prizes. But then in Year 12, the Fluent Ones came in. These were Read More
Where does confidence come from? How come some people can just believe in themselves and in what they do and just go for it? How do you get to the point where you can create something without wanting to tear it to pieces five seconds later? How do you stop feeling so overwhelmed by doubt Read More
