Tag: drunk
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two thousand and zen and the art of self maintenance
You will be pleased to know that I officially don’t have tuberculosis. I had my follow-up follow-up today and I’ve been given the all clear. This means I don’t get to die romantically of consumption while Anne of Green Gables nurses me, but I suppose that’s for the best. You will hopefully also be pleased […]
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This don’t even feel like falling
It turns out that I can throw a pretty good shindig. The Fourth Annual Wellingtonista Awards were last night, and it was a fantastic time. I’m so proud of all the work that I and others have put into that site, and it’s paid off in bucketfuls. I’ll no doubt do a proper post about […]
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Not mad, just bad
I can’t sleep right now because the wind is too loud, so I might as well write my journal, yes? Let me start with pictures of cupcakes. The lovely Emma came over to lend me her neat handwriting expertise, and together we assembled these beauties: If you click the photo, you’ll get to my flickr […]
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How to eat friands and influence people
1. As expected, Webstock blew my fucking mind. I cried on Day One when Ze Frank spoke and then I cried on Day Two when Tash wrapped it up. I had many free coffees, and tubs of ice cream. I ate friands until they came out of my ears, sort of and thoroughly enjoyed the […]
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A Musical Xmas
So, after the Daniel Le Brun with the mince pies, and the Johanner Reisling with the antipasto, and the Murdoch James Pinot Gris with the blue cheese, pear and walnut tarts, and the gorgeous Trinity Hill 2002 Pinot Noir (which I bought in 2003, I actually saved a bottle for that long!) with the duck, […]
Hubris 