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Don’t think I don’t see you all logging in every day waiting for me to come up with some new content, cos I do.

New content is hard to come by sometimes when your brain feels like slush because you’re so very very bored, and also somewhat stressed out about everything.

I have someone’s panties in my handbag but they’re not mine.

Quick, help me with a story I’m already supposed to have finished (sorry!) – top 20 moments in NZ music between now and last NZ Music Month? I need four more.

Today was a long leisurely lunch with KateH, devouring the wonderful vegetarian antipasto at Roasted Addiquition (I can never spell that right) <!– She said terrible terribly funny things –>. After that she asked me to drive her to St. Lukes to buy socks, so I said okay, temporarily forgetting how much eviler malls are when they’re crowded on public holidays. But hey anyways. So she got socks, and then cos there was a big sale on we went and looked at underwear and she said “you’re going to write this in your journal aren’t you?” but I’m not going to write what she thinks I am going to write, so HA!. Apparently I am not to email her to her work address to ask what kinda panties she’s wearing though – go figure. Bonds panties kick ass. PANTIES! PANTIES!

Then I sat on a sofa in a clothing store and read magazines while she tried on other clothes. A girl stripped off her top to try on something else in the middle of the store – I was suitably impressed. I heard someone else say “Bok! Bok bok!” so I immediately thought it was o and I spun around but it was just someone random commenting on a feathered top. Stink. I guess I just had panties on the brain. After that there was lipgloss and eyeliner purchases at Kmart and we walked around for ages and ages trying to find a present for her younger brother. I was full of helpful suggestions like “what about a toaster?”. She ended up buying Singing in the Rain for herself, and we went back to her flat to watch it. That film kicks ass! (Sidenote: when we were in Farmers, there were tshirts with lame logos like “girls kick ass” on them. There was one that was okay, but fuck, I can’t remember what it said now, except that it should have had an apostraphe in it but it didn’t, so she couldn’t buy it). But anyways, yeah, now I am wishing that I was a tap dancing star, and lusting after all the clothing and houses and stuff in the movie. While we were watching it the phone rang and Mazzy scared Katie by singing the title song down the wire at her, because she was after me and Clay had told her where I was and what I was doing. I love my stalky stalky friends.

After that I went home in time to meet my mummy and her friend Paul who have been in Auckland for a potters’ convention. We went and had dinner at Fraser’s in Mt. Eden, which was really really yummy – I had a kaffir lime infused risotto with bok bok bok choy and crusted chicken breast, mmmm. And because the place was unlicensed, they had to come back to The Slab afterwards to drink a bottle of wine, and it was uncomfortable cos Ben was around and he was being his usual stupid moron self. They’re gonna be back here in exactly eight hours to pick me up so I guess I should finish packing and get some sleep. I’m all warm and glowing from a bath using the passionfruit and echinecia bath bomb that Willow Shoes sent me. Also, my willow shoes are great and I love them a little more every time I put them on.<!– gee, look at how fucking self centred I am – “I” had lunch, “I” drove to St Lukes, “I” am self centered – that’s terrible, I’m such a terrible person –> (Explanation from 2010: the Hamilton guys attacked me in my guestbook for daring to be upset when I found out that Scott had died in the cheese factory)

Wednesday 27; January, 1999

I was woken up by the sound of my cellphone ringing in the lounge, where I’d left it. That pissed me off, cos I expected it to be someone ringing about the flat advertised at AIT (which is obviously filled) but instead I was pleasently suprised to have a message from Shirley, telling me to ring her back cos we were going to Piha. I love it when people take charge of my life. So I made Simon get offline, rang her, and went and put on some clothes. We went back to her house to ring other people, but no one was able to come and play. However, she did feed me a donut and a rocky road bar (breakfast of champions) so that was okay.

Piha is miiiiiiiles out, like beyond the west of the west. It was such a nice drive, although I got a little stressed over following distances and sudden breakings, just cos I’m so anal when I’m not in the drivers seat. The beach itself was astonishingly gorgeous and wild – not too many people were there which was choice. The bad thing about it was it was miles out to the water, and the sand was so hot. I have a huge burn blister on my foot now from the heat of it. I don’t think I’ve ever been in quite so much pain before. Well, no doubt I have, but it hurt like a motherfucker anyways.

The surf was really strong and so much fun to play in – it would like knock me to my feet then push me up again and just generally throw me around. I like being abused like that. Of course, the annoying thing about beaches is the salt and the sand, but oh well. After we’d had enough of being playing in the sea, we went and sat on the beach, and Shirley laughed at me while I built a sand -umm- sculpture. She took photos of it on my camera in between fits of mocking. And I wrote out my URL in the sand, and that looked so pretty that I took a photo of it too. Once my film gets developed, I’ll show you.

So then we came home, and I realised the full extent of the damage done to my foot. Ouch Ouch Ouch. I could hardly walk on it for a while. It’s okay now cos I’m wearing white cotton socks. They solve like ALL foot problems I do believe. White Cotton Panties, on the other hand, cause Japanese School-Girl Porn problems. That was off the point, but I do enjoy the word ‘Panties’.

Simon announced at 8.30pm today that he was going home to Wellington, and he left five minutes later. Great. Terrific. I LOVE staying alone in empty houses that still spook me a bit. And it’s going to be tremendous fun spending three days with Layton, who I have no great expectations of companionship from. Mmmmmmm anyways.

Y’all know how I want to be Heather, right? Well, here’s MY rip-off of her newest site content. People, meet my desktop. Desktop, meet people.

See, even TORI does funny things with scanners too.