the forked road .

upon observing a rather attractive female cleaner in the toilets of world square shopping centre today, a very curious question became embedded in my mind.

i would think that even without fantastic english skills, a nice face, long curly hair and a decent rack can probably get a poor girl around five hundred per night, no toilet cleaning or sex involved.

which leads me to my question; would you rather be a stripper or a toilet cleaner?

now consider this hypothetical situation; you have no wealthy background, immigrated rather recently, probably need to pay bills or even school fees to gain an education, and have no real skills or ways of getting hired.

relinquished .

it is so very difficult to move when one has so many possessions. too many clothes, too many hair accessories, too much trash, not enough shoes. when they’re being packed into a box, piece by piece, awaiting the arrival into my next life, i must consider if i want to bring them at all.

consequently, i find myself leaving a lot behind, sometimes to others and sometimes to landfill. when i evacuated my parents’ residence, i gave up my collection of hats and a great number of soft toys. i also overlooked the importance of some of the items i gave up, such as my (very expensive) suitcase and my sleeping bag. but time, rather than need and want, i think, will heal these voids.

hole in the head .

these korean butter waffles are driving me insane. on impluse i bought a box on the way home, and i’ve been home for about 20 minutes devouring more than half the box.

the taste it leaves on my tongue just makes me want to keep eating it. it’s horrible.

i think arnotts or something should pay a couple of million dollars for the recepie and unleash it upon the western world, and then we’ll all be fatter than we were before.

i noticed recently that christmas, in fact, isn’t very far away. it is now the end of october. this year’s hsc will soon be done, uni exams will be finished and everybody’s life is just about to become one long holiday.

paradise .

been spending my life rather recklessly over the past few days. due to this, i have no interesting or controversial thoughts of my own to share, so i’ll just tell you about some of the films i’ve seen recently.

the surrogates, with a hairy bruce willis polished an interesting idea within my mind. i wish, so much, that this film was released last year, because it would have been the perfect match to brave new world; failure would have been close to impossible.

although the idea of a safe life lived by a beautiful version of oneself is tempting, i never found myself going along with it, even for a second.

weeds .

everybody is growing up.

i never thought i’d come to a point in my life where everyone was so free. it’s so weird. i forget what it was like to not be allowed to do something. to not be allowed to stay out. to not be given extra money for lunch. but i always had plenty of money for lunch.

i don’t remember the feeling of anger and frustration directed towards my parents when they said no.

i can’t seem to relive those feelings and the thoughts that crossed my mind. those issues all seem so trivial now. does that even happen anymore?

the others .

would you cry if this person died? the person who’s name starts with…

A)yes. B)no. C)yes/yes/yes. D)no. E)no. F)no. G)yes. H)yes. I)no. J)yes/yes/yes. K)no. L)maybe/maybe. M)maybe. N)no. O)no. P)yes. Q)no. R)maybe. S)no. T)no. U)no. V)no. W)no. X)no. Y)yes. Z)yes.

would you lie to this person if you needed to? the person who’s name starts with…

A)yes. B)yes. C)yes. D)yes. E)yes. F)yes. G)yes. H)yes. I)yes. J)yes. K)yes. L)yes. M)yes. N)yes. O)yes. P)yes. Q)yes. R)yes. S)yes. T)yes. U)yes. V)yes. W)yes. X)yes. Y)yes. Z)yes.

tipsy .

when you say and do stupid things while you’re drunk, it’s just an excuse. i don’t believe that you can wake up the next morning and think “oh shit, i totally didn’t mean to do that,” unless it was stumbling a little and tripping over into some dog shit.

all the things you say, all the people you hit on, all the people you “accidentally” kiss are still a product of a decision making process; a slightly clouded one, but a decision all the same.

but maybe i’ll be whistling a different tune when i fuck up while i’m drunk.

is that the difference?

politics .

i am the girl who will tell you if you look fat in your favourite five hundred dollar dress. it’s effortless to me; i won’t try to scoot around it and hint it to you, i’ll just say it. you. look. fat. and everyone that sees you in that dress will know, so take it off and sell it on ebay for half price.

and don’t take photos of yourself modelling it for the photos.

i call myself honest but you probably have another word for it.

the only problem is that when you’re as honest as someone like me, people begin thinking that you’re just saying things to be mean. and fair enough, maybe sometimes i do.