party hard....

lazy afternoon park dozing, with my amazingly great leather (sorry, cow, but it was at LEAST third hand, and a present...) jacket.

maybe not so late. i hadn't had much sleep! really! dozy dozy!

i am not sure what exactly it is that i have eaten in the last 48 hours that has caused my stomach to hate me, with a profound, badly stinking gaseous passion. but whatever it is, god, people, stay a good ten feet away. be glad loyal readers, and regular IP addresses (HI ON.NET.AU, damn you were up early, rise and shine with the birdies, singing away, 5 am?? i bet you slept alone, surely no one with a lover and a warm soft bed and arms and gentle giggles in the evening would be reading my blog so early, god, you think i write in here so constantly because i'm HAPPY with my life?) that you are kept distant through a screen and fiber optic cables. despite my (dubious) physical temptations (yes, i lose contact/one on one time with people due to mere presence ah lament) it's better to be further when the air flows like This, my dears.

my desk at work is now immaculate (by my standards). i feel my Expressing of Interest for work in another section has fallen to dust, oh i rise about my station, don't i, little bigmouth strikes again...

Like love we don't know where or why,
Like love we can't compel or fly,
Like love we often weep,
Like love we seldom keep.

WH Auden (tail end of poem keep in context remove it, repeat it, replay it, love and law and poetry - these are the things that Kill me... i could go for a walk where it's quiet and dry, oh talk to me of precious things....)

i lost my faith in (womanhood?)? in general? ah we put our faith in love and it is misguided, really. we need retreat into logic, but that often sickens me, callous logical cause and effect, i know this on hearing words chopped out of mouths, even ones i've kissed, i hear those words of cautious clarity, of stunted sense, of searching for biological fitting partners, and i know this is not me, at all, ever, and that at heart, i am not a logical creature... i've just taken refuge in it, because my heart always leans me into circles and grabs an arm behind my back, throws me face down on to the floor and surrenders up a list before me :

darling heart and romance
contextual generation
some wierd mix of words i don't think you understand (this is numerous times over)
nothing blank no chance
i cannot kiss you because then i may love you; but i can make love to you, inside inside you, breathe on my neck, please, you god, you empty hungry ghost, take me ....

i get these lists and answers and i am not a logical creature. i want flesh and blood, and hand over hand. i want that madness.

COWS!

Nemo and i went for a drive. i was having an ok day, very foul morning, chance coupled encounters wrenched a little too hard after an intense night. i felt forlorn all day, that feeling like were anyone to ask you how you were, you could cry. i shackled behind desk, working quietly and miserably, feeling slowly better as time passed, forgetting forgetting forgetting. and then the FUN!
Geohashing with Nemo, in the COUNTRYSIDE!




i've never been this close to a cow before. i patted her, and her soft wet nose and she licked my hands.

thus, i have been singing little songs about cows ever since. COWS! little cow songs! fortunately, nemo is a patient man, and did not go postal as a result of an hour long return cow trip er... i mean, car trip, with me talking about how cool it was to see cows, and singing 'mister cow, mister cow that name again is mister cow' to the tune of 'mister plow' from that episode of the simpsons where homer gets a snow plow truck.



very VERY wet nose.




this is a shyer cow, she did not want a pat. i wanted to cuddle them all and be their person-friend. Cows. i love cows.

they walk so funny, such strange little footsteps, and their hooves are sublime, little cloven feet. the long curly tails on the shy brown cows were so adorable, and their wide curiosity as i walked towards them - they lifted their heads up and watched me, quietly, slowly.

cows. awesome.

feminism, not proust

the encyclopedia of australian feminism is the current reading material. he feels, now he is ball-less, that, like morrissey (who he seems to enjoy listening to) he should be spending his time in the women's section of the library. so he's starting on the encyclopedia. i dunno why, i recommended bell hooks's feminism is for everyone, but he insisted. i think it's because it sits open without needing to hold it. lazy little cunt.

Lizard CUTENESS

very cute baby lizard! yay! cute!!

my
pudding.

me. as super hero craft-girl

it's me at cousin n's party. thank you, friend N's deviant art account.

will blogger upload my pictures from my computer? let's find out!