Hipsters w earrings.

Felt weird to even look up my blog - totes had no idea what I had written last.

I am still in a long distance relationship with Mel. I miss him. Side note: I accidentally wrote "home" then. I'm talking to Bestie on Skype which always makes me nostalgic. I am housesitting in Bondi at the moment, which obviously makes me an instant hipster. I am playing up to the role like you wouldn't believe - runs along the Bondi to Bronte (with the ever so trendy, obedient dog who trots alongside me smug as can be), coffee with my cousins every afternoon (well chai latte - but none of the other hipsters know I am too weak for coffee - same serrated cups!), sunday drinks at Ravesi's, tapas on Bondi Road, beach hair (i.e. can't be arsed doing it!), celebrity sightings. Speaking of which, I don't watch nearly enough Home and Away to live in this town. I feel like every time I venture out of the house I overhear some twentysomething whisper "OMG! It's (insert name)! From Home and Away!" as they cast their eyes upon their decade long crush, standing right in front of them. IN THE FLESH. I turn around in the hope I might know them, but alas, no idea. I did see one of them on Beach Rd - 'them' being an actor - ridin his skatey (that's how we talk around here, yo) with his long hair flowing in the afternoon breeze. Layno was with me as I said "We know him. I think." Layne, ever so eloquent, "He's probably from Homos and Gays". Turns out he's a judge on My Kitchen Rules. No, not the dancing French one. The other one.

I got my ears pierced again today. My brother came to visit and he wanted his done before he goes to Spain on Saturday - standard traveller attire, no? - and I just kinda copied. Didn't hurt though, the lady told me a new ear gun has been invented so it hurts less. It's for children mainly. She had a silky Spanish accent so I was too caught up listening to her dreamy vocal chords to realise the slight dig she had at me. Silky Piercer (porn name?) then proceeded to bleed me of 45 big ones for the pleasure of stabbing silver rods through my ears! Lucky me!




Must dash, Geordie Shore re-run awaits. Loving it.