Archive for May, 2009

Burn, Mama, buuuuuuurn.

I stepped out this morning in a newly acquired dress, a gosh darn pretty one from the racks of Camberwell Market – made out of rayon, black with purple/green/blue stripes. With a label announcing its Sydney origins, probably from the ’80s. Very pretty, and I snapped it off with a gold braid belt and a [...]

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J’adore Klevinators

Found on Bendigo Street, between Jago and Vesper.
Check out the Vacation option!

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Awk awk awk…

Ye gods, I forgot to mention that I have a twitter account now. It’s here at Cryptolizard, and basically, it’s a string of photogenic “twitterings” – there’s no real deeeeep reason behind it aside from jumping on the wagon along with my Gastanthrope one (see a few posts earlier).
It’s a way for me to try [...]

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Shoulder Pads – Just What Every Evil Overlord Needs

So my birthday passed with my amazing friends making it all the worthwhile, thus sating my desire to dominate and destroy the world (for the next year at least).
Oh and a few changes have cropped up: I got Fluffised and had my hair cut real sort, in a style I’m not sure exactly – but [...]

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In the house of my father, it uttered…

I forgot to tell you, but I in fact stayed at my father’s abode for two whole blissful weeks (I really dig being on my own, and ACTUALLY clean up after myself within the hour with no nagging/reminders/hinting looks) while the owners went interstate to a few festivals and the occasional bogan yelling “WHY ARE [...]

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Gastranthrope

I confess, I confess…
I have this curious habit that is of great gruesome delight for my circle of friends. Their bodies shudder and recoil but they cock their heads, eyebrows raising, wanting to hear more.
It’s not something that I normally flaunt, because those who do not know me well will take a step back, mutter [...]

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