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soup

So,
6pm on a Sunday night sitting on the train as it clatters me back home.  The guy sitting next to me smells like soup but not just mildly... like really smells like soup, like hot and delicious chicken noodle soup.  Yet no soup in sight.  All I can think is how hungry it is making me and how I feel like soup.  Really, there has to be something wrong with me.

all washed up

It's a shame *sigh*

He hailed a cab for me and apathetically opened the door.
"It's a shame you don't feel the same way about me" he said as he brushed my cheek goodbye with his lips.  "I'm crazy about you." 
I blushed, smiled and gently pulled the door of the cab closed and the driver pulled away from the curb smoothly.
Ahhh the security and calm of solitude!  A beautifully poetic placid goodbye *sigh*

Don't walk, skip on the inside.

Ever feel like you’re skimming through the world? Does that make sense?
Sometimes, like today when the sun is so bright and the sky is so blue I take a walk in my lunch break.

Today I headed towards Hyde Park in the middle of the city. It was such a brilliant day outside. The grass is so green and the trees were cupping the sunshine in their branches and swaying slowly and almost melodiously.
On days like today when I wander through the world listening to great tunes (while trying not to walk in time to the music like a geek) and smiling on the inside I just feel like I’m skimming along. Like a tiny smooth and happy pebble skimming along the top of the water, taking it in and just so happy that for these few moments in my day I get to smile and feel as if my heart is bursting. Cheesy right? But, I just think that you have to stop sometimes and appreciate what’s around you because there’s a whole lot of shit things going on too that usually get your attention and there are loads of mean suckers waiting to burst your bubble.

Not today.

To the makers of M&M's Milk Chocolates

Today I purchased a pack of M&M’s, one of my favourite sweet chocolaty rainbow snacks. Whilst paying attention at the point of purchase but without paying too close attention I glanced at the pack and read “COLOUR BREAKUP” on the front but did not give it a second thought while handing over my change. I returned to my desk at work and commenced the ritual of slitting open the corner of the pack to spill a few drops of multihued sweetness into my hand. What did I get? A hand full of yellow.
Upon closer inspection of the packet, in tiny text underneath the COLOUR BREAKUP proclamation I see that M&Ms are now sold as separate colours – they have broken up and are separated….wtf? What kind of promotion is that?
I do not like yellow. I do not enjoy looking at yellow things. Yellow is a colour that only conjures malevolent memories and awful associations for me.
-Yellow is the colour of pee
-Yellow is the colour of the mustard that my ex boyfriend used to put on EVERYTHING
-Yellow is the colour of squash. A sickening, squelchy and bland vegetable that I was subjected to my entire childhood.
-Yellow is the colour of the post it notes that my psychotic ex boss used to plaster all over my monitor and scribble abusive and offensive phrases on in red marker. I dream of those post it notes often.
Worst of all – Yellow is the colour of that old friend dry wretch vomit after a big night out…ergh

I urge you to think about this decision and reconcile the candied colours as soon as possible. Perhaps you could possibly look into reunite them sooner than planned? Give away your combined $100k prize pool now and end this torment for all.

Another day another ?

I feel as if I am stuck in this monotonous routine. The world around me is generic and like groundhog day every weekday and I crave the weekend. I’ve notched up some absolutely brilliant weekends lately and I think I may be suffering from social comedown.

Each and every weekday morning starts at 5:30am, I get up, let the dog out. I trudge begrudgingly to the shower and try and slap myself awake with the beginning cold streams of the shower. I primp and preen in front of the mirror the same old freckle spattered face and try and make myself look at least a little awake and reign in my hair so I am “corporate” enough for the day. Corporate is not my thing. I long for the weekends of fun indie alternative clothing that actually lets me reveal some personality.

I walk out the door at 6:45am but what realistically is 7am every day. I drive up the same hill every morning and pass the same bleary eyed drivers in their standard issue cars driving in the opposite direction. I wonder if they stare at me and imagine that the grass is greener on my side of life for I imagine it is on theirs. Surely they must be going somewhere far more exciting than to work? I keep driving and then there’s that corner… I round it and the traffic streams into the distance…

I love my job but loath the routine around it.

I do try and spice up the weeknights. I was out after work every night last week with friends, belly laughers and beaus but even the once exciting prospect of fresh romance seems ordinary. Possibly I am just tired? Or maybe I have lost the spice in my life this week?

Underfoot

There's an abundance of great street art around Sydney. This piece of cardboard was underfoot the other day. It just goes to show great art can be anywhere..

Danielle Ate the Sandwich

I was poking around on You Tube today and I stumbled across Danielle Ate The Sandwich - wow. Her music is so interesting, clever and easy to relate to.
I love the line in Afterwards - In lines at grocery stores I'm dozing off into your arms and I hope somedays you can't help but to doze off to me too ...

Listen to the whole song now and you will see what I mean. It's very easy to get lost in her music for hours. I did.

Fresh Start

Welcome to my new blogging home. It was time for a change - a fresh start!
They say a fresh start the the opportunity to start over without prejudice. I think it's interesting to just start a new adventure on a whim and see where it takes me....coming?