Yesterday was a public holiday. Canberra Day, in which we give thanks for being Canberran.
THINGS TO LIKE ABOUT CANBERRA: Good restaurants. Easy public service jobs with stationary ripe for stealin’. Suburbs named after dead politicians. Nights so quiet you can always get a good 8 hours after a nice day in what is really a nice and highly livable town.
THINGS TO DISLIKE ABOUT CANBERRA: Crappy FM radio stations. The overly perky Channel Ten weather woman. Lack of rental properties. Lack of personality. Nights so quiet that you can’t sleep for your ticking brain, feeling restless and lost and cranky.
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After a haircut, you can enjoy approximately 2.5 days of groovy hair until you finally have to admit that it’s shampoo time. During those 2.5 days you study your haircut with great intensity, trying to imprint on your brain the precise location of the part, the way she swept it in that direction just so, how high the spiky bits go, so you can recreate this masterpiece on your own. You take photos, draw diagrams, write down measurements. After waking up a ball of grease and Product, you hit the shower and then the hairdryer. And it ends up looking shithouse.
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The Mothership visits our new abode:
MOTHERSHIP: Three flights of stairs? I don’t think I can do this very often.
SHAUNA: That’s the idea.
M: Don’t you go insane from everyone else’s noise?
S: I heard people having sex this morning.
M: Don’t you worry about being trapped on the third floor?
M: I see you have a balcony. Has anyone tried to break in yet?
M: You’ll be burgled if you don’t burn to death. How much rent are you paying?