I'm still sick, sigh. I dragged myself out of my cold, dark house, went and sat in the sun, had a coffee, got a massage, met with my lovely Em and watched a movie called "Rachel Getting Married" It was a weird, depressing doco-type film with Anne Hathaway being an emo ex-drug addict, weird role for her but she pulled it off. The wedding was awesome, but it put me off getting married. The politics, the stress, the fights. Though i'm sure it's worth it (like apparently having kids and being tired and sick all the time is worth it), i'm not convinced. So, I remain, for the next while anyway, a childless spinster.
spin·ster/ˈspinstər/
spin·ster/ˈspinstər/
Noun: An unmarried woman, typically an older woman beyond the usual age for marriage.
Well, according to my friends, the time is now. Spinsterhood, I welcome you with open arms. I'll spend my honeymoon money on a cemetery plot. I'll buy a cat, name her Emily Dickinson, wear a bum bag, hold my hair up with a giant hair clip, re-use jokes from a 30 Rock episode...life moves on. My career will be my husband. My work my one love. My 3/4 full flat white...our love child. And....i'm weirding myself out. (Going to work is going to be WEIRD now).
In other news; a colleague made me a kick-ass mix cd of Girrrrl music. Some amazing new stuff i've never heard, love discovering new music! I've also applied to join a couple of Sydney indie/folk bands, not sure how it'll work but figure it could be a fun experiment, where the worst that could happen is that they turn out to be crazy and kill me. In which case, you guys just need to come to Sydney and meet EVERY indie/folk band and shove bamboo up their fingernails (I trick I learned from Lost, who said it was a bad show?) until they tell you who killed me. I figure it's join a indie/folk band, or join roller derby. I am SO edgy. BAM.
ps Happy Birthday Sare. I love you.
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