February 2012
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January 2012
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I fucking heart Leslie Mann. I want to be her.
Sometimes I think I am a twelve year old boy trapped inside a twenty year old girl. I was stoked on the world today after coming home with mud and blisters all over me and a aching back after four hours pulling out weeds by the river for a conservation project in my home town. Beaming. Happier than I have been in ages. I also spent the morning at the amazing Ian Bailey and Annie Gerogsion’s...
December 2011
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But sometimes when you bring the thunder you get lost in the storm.
– Kenny Powers
Skinny dipping in the morning and nudie run in the...
What a day.
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Excerpt from my mothers diary.
July 19th, 1991
On Friday we were outside, Alina and I, walking in the garden and Alina smiled up at me from the pram and I picked her up and cuddled her. It was near the palms and there was a warm breeze and she was so happy, and so was I. I will always cherish that moment.
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Dear Skyrim,
I want my life back.
Love, Alina.
Kung fu. Sing.
Confusing.
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Aside from making me extremely aggravated, sitting in the car for 40 minutes while my little sister gets a dirty whore test at the doctors is making me think about my attitude toward sex. Why am I so angry at her? Is it because I am projecting my own distain and regret about some of my former messy sexual relationships? Or is it because, if I feel so strongly about the links between sex and love...
I adore you.
Read a book on the beach. Mowed the lawns. Went to yoga class. Cleaned Tim’s house. Bartended. Babysat.
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Just stare at the machine. There’s nothing wrong with that. Just live with...
– R. M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (1974)
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Anonymous asked: do you have any pics of yourself?
White wine. Mrs. Doubtfire. Canadian Club and Cokes. Almost getting Peter in a fight. Dancing stupid with Stephen the gay hockey guy. Finding $50 in the ATM. Staying till lights came on at the club. Kebabs. Without a Paddle. Watering my plant.
This was my last night with Peter. Normal. Fun normal.
It’s only been a week and I already miss sex sooooo much.
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November 2011
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