In my newfound existence of post-thesis bliss, once devoid of the permanent feelings of denial and guilt, I’ve rediscovered my old personality as it was before. Funny how I imagined life would be an endless stream of joy and contentment, but in fact I’m mostly grumpy and easily irritated by the smallest things. According to two quite amazing friends of mine, Ann and Rebeccasexual, this just means I ‘feel the complexity of life’. Hmmm… I’m not convinced I can claim depth from surliness but I appreciate their efforts.
Infact, drinking bloody marys at La Boheme with these two incredible women has seen me through this week. Bless them because they have no inhibitions whatsoever. Together we threw caution to the refined crowd, were morphed into loud, crass, drunken singing ladies and transported ourselves back to our outer suburbs roots. I fucking LOVE youse guys. Don’t ever go posh on me.
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Lady K -- you know it will never happen!!!
We adore the pants off you too, dollface.
Feel that complexity - tis the best reason I've ever come up with to get shouty drunk every friday yet.
hey, this is the thanks i get for those months of hard slog trying to help you write your thesis armed with a plentiful supply of Silver Death Pillows???? Only to have ann and rebecca swan in and reap the rewards. chuh.
Oh Matrine, I do so owe you on this front...
I pledge once you get back to Adelaide, I will never again grumble at your insistence on a strictly vegetarian meal at East Taste, or the compulsory red carafe instead of white, and I will NEVER EVER again mention the words 'E-shand bean curd'.
Salt and pepper bean curd is the only kind of bean curd, yes? ;)
yes. that or the 10 week old bean curd that they put in the BBC.
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