Product endorsement

T2. I only go to smell the tea and hang around for samples. I suggest you do the same. Creme brulee and Strawberries and Cream. How.

http://www.t2tea.com.au/

Will there ever be a day where I actually purchase some tea and quit sticking my shnoz in the sample jars? Yes, but not anytime soon. I don't even know why i'm so shocked after smelling the same tea for the 6th time.

The power of T2.

"Catastrophe- I need clothes

to go with my yellow shoes" said the tiny moron at the crossing. The drab male friend makes a crack about her complaining and her doppel-ganger just tells her that she'll look fine and apparently needed clothes too. Probably needed that sense of belonging. The moron doesnt care though. She needs a dress to go with her yellow shoes. If only they knew that no one would care about what they were wearing because they were reguar blender inners.

Honestly I almost sympathised. I thought they were colour-blind mongoloids, but I realised that they were channelling the myriad of trends from the last few years to now.

I hope those Dirty Raben footed critters found the clothes that they needed. You know, to save our city from anymore "Oh my god and Darren was with Tiffany and she was all like being an itchbays to Michelle and michelle was all like ..."



A salute to you

The ultimate human desire

It's perfectly sane to want to own a cape.

Drivel from the swivel

Get this into you, Genmaicha (green tea+ brown rice).

What is there to blog? Absolutely nothing. I wont rant about feelings or make a detailed list of my day. Not enough people post about their favoured tea.

All's about to change.

I've also found the masters of the sandwich. A little store in a busy area, without a doubt, worth my dollars. The only way to wrap up a day of shit talking, seven and a half hours of fluorescent madness and broken swivel chairs is with a toasted $5.60 sandwich from railway square.

Yeah..thats another testimonial for you.


Keep it solid, stupid.

A string of unfortunates

My USB stick has gone walk-about. It's either sitting in a ridiculous place in my house or sitting in a pile of rubbish at the tip. All my work, my ideas for events, proposals and databases are gone.

Just a second ago I had a bevy of viruses and spyware etc left, right and centre. I honestly thought that this nonsense would have crashed my ancient laptop. I was considering moving up in the computer world and purchasing a Macbook, save me the trouble of getting things fixed and all that fuss. Thanks to Norton Live Chat, this worry has been deep sixed.



Theres a Norton testimonial for you, HA!

Sunday, Sartorialist and Spyware

Page after page, i'm digging through The Sartorialist archives admiring countless outfits, old and new, and praising the man behind it all. Thank you, Mr. Schuman. The sexiest men and women to me, can be found on The Sartorialist. It's unutterably sexy seeing a man channel the 40's and 50's and I often find myself lost for words coming across snaps of Carine Roitfeld. Ravishing.

from The Sartorialist

Forgive me, the photo didn't turn out as clear as it should be, so I suggest you go to the blog and see the full and shit-quality free picture.

On to some no-so-great news, i'm currently the victim of this god damn "AntiSpywareMaster" bullshit that is driving my patience right into the pile of shit. Computer whizzes, antispywaremaster whizzes, for the love of god lend me a hand. That is, if anyone reads this thing.

Well, i'm off to see if I can dead all of the nonsense on this laptop.

Salvation

The shit hit the fan this week, didn't it?

First the food poisoning, then the fevers, the lack of sleep, the dark circles that come hand in hand with no sleep and of course all of the commuting. Times like these you just head down to the local Salvation Army and uncover the bargains. I know I spent the ridiculous hours of the morning sifting through some classic, peculiar garments (cheap printed, comic sans font John Mayer fan tee or outdated 90's comebacks).
I've noticed that a lot of people are starting to catch on and realise that there are stupid (but god love you) people who throw some serious pricey pieces away. A little troubled by that.

I don't want to be left with the t-shirts that praise artists with wacked out guitar faces or a shirt that says "Talk to the hand" or "Whatever".




Whatever.

Things are tough all over,

then you have Ginger Brew. Which in my honest opinion, has to be the foulest thing i've ever had to guzzle down. My mum thinks it'll help with my 7/11 sandwich dilemma, I beg to differ. This eastern remedy is really throwing my tastebuds into a world of pain. I have half a cup to go, fingers crossed, it'll bring me to optimum health.

Now, enough about that shit.

Here's something i've always wanted to own, a Treeson. I'm totally won over.

Ill and Dr. Phil

I must have jinxed myself. Yesterday, I mention that i've never missed class and food poisoning decides to take a nice big shit on my glory. Fucking 7/11 sandwiches.


I hate staying home. It usually means i'll end up all rugged up in the loungeroom watching Dr. Phil patronizing his guests and wrapping it up with some country music guest that no one has even heard of.

A big fuck you to Dr. Bigot and servo salad sandwiches.

We were doing so well

It's time the people behind 7/11 Munch sandwiches start delivering the good shit.
Don't make me shop around for other sandwich places.

'scuse me

For some odd reason, I love watching people suck on lollipops.

Only two people had shown up for class today, i'm one of those two. Awkward silences aside, we decided to spend time just chatting about gay cruises, leather chaps and drug busts.

God knows.

Good call

Well, Wednesday was shittier than I had originally expected.

All the kaffufle surrounding the proposal deadline and for some odd reason, question time during guest speaker presentations (?). Nerves and patience just shot to pieces left and right. Fluorescent lighting, i'm sure, adding to the chaos. I was satisfied with my proposal but witnessing all of this was just draining.

Come on, Thursday. Give me something good.

Dreary deary

heavenly

I'm all out of sorts. All can be cured by spending just one day unearthing second hand treasure with ice-cream in hand. Op-shop crawl, you might call it. It's the season of goose pimples and i'm sure there are a few inexpensive, snug, reasonably tasteful coats hanging around waiting to sit in my spider infested wardrobe.

Three yawns and a couple of eye scratches says I should be sleeping.

Tomorrow should be (better fucking be) fairly well co-ordinated and less tedious. Although I have a feeling that i'll be arguing that sentence.

Nails and Ails

Manicure epiphany. I've filed, polished, ditched those ridges and now my nails are as buff as hell.
I'm glad I bought that petite manicure kit.

Onto non-manicure related issues, just when I thought that finishing my proposal would make life apple-sweet, i've been appointed one of the event managers of a project charity event. No doubt, i'm somewhat glad. A little experience is better than none and it's for a cause, but I was honestly happy being the blender inner, dealing with minute issues such as food and beverage. I felt like it was a cosy position.

As the french say, bof.

Lolita is keeping me on my toes. I'm trying to pace myself, I don't want to finish reading it by next week.

I guess thats why I bought Dangerous Liasons, just waiting in the wings.

Lolita

"Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate top tap, at three, on the teeth"

What a read.


And i'm only on page 38.