I am loving Josh Thomas’ new show - “Please Like Me”.
Hilarious, relevant, and awkward.
Hi-5 JT - finally an Australian show that actually tells stories applicable to 2013. Now just hurry up get back together with Tom Ballard will you!
Come on.. who could say no to that face?!
The perfect amount of pure fear and pure joy.
Today is pretty much the first day that i have really missed the Btown since my move. I’m sure there will be many other days like this, because despite what i may say… deep down i love my home town.
I think today i realised that shit has officially got real… I have a job here, i have been steadily paying rent for several weeks, I buy my own toothpaste and toilet paper, and i resort to having toast for dinner more often than i should. PLUS, i have to actually GO BACK home for Christmas… as in fly there… as in not actually already being there.
I don’t really know the point in your life when the home you grew up in is no longer the place you call home. I don’t think that has happened for me yet… but i think it will be a bit of a scary day when i realise i have reached that point. Then, and only then, will i really consider myself a real, proper adult.
I miss my brother
I miss Liam
I miss pre-dranking
I miss the tweeps
I miss being able to say “cunt” multiple times in one sentence and no one even realising you have done so.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Melbourne, i’m just particularly nostalgic today for some reason. Maybe its the onset of the festive season.
2148 fo lyf cunts.
Garden State. I had forgotten how much i love this movie untill i watched it again tonight. To be honest, I’m a bit of a softie for a fucked up love story… who isn’t.
Plus it has Natalie Portman in it… as if any person on this earth wouldn’t go there given the oppertunity…
I fucking hate it.
Not only is it a bitch for all the obvious reasons… like the exessive taping of boxes, sorting of clothes, and many many bags of crap that has already filled the bin the day after bin emptying night.
But it also means you find a whole bunch of sentimental things that make you question the whole act of moving in the first place. Photos of friends from when we were in high school, the dress i wore to my 21st, old band shirts… the list goes on. Its just a big soppy slap in the face that makes me think this decision I have been planning for years is going to be the biggest mistake I have made in my whole life.
And then i remember that i died my hair red in Year 6 for a crazy hair day, which lead to pink hair for the entire duration of 2001. That my friend, was the biggest mistake I have made in my whole life.