and then there's Blake (In stereo where available)

..of all the images I could have chosen to recreate..

I woke this morning and told myself it would be a good idea to drive to Epic Espresso in West Perth. That would have been great if I could remember where it is located. Always check the address if you're uncertain.

How uneventful.

I also forgot about the French Film Festival opening last night. I've got to start using a notebook again in lieu of my memory.

Stevie Wonder's I Believe (When I Fall in Love It Will Be Forever) is an awesome song until he starts getting all religiousy. That always puts me off.
Yes, I like the song because of the movie adaptation of High Fidelity.
No I will probably never read the book.
You know I don't do fictional literature.

We have been going out for coffee for almost three years now. It's funny how our situations back then just fell into place for us to discover we both enjoyed sitting at a cafe and conversing about what is on our mind. Now here we are, still enjoying ourselves and driving even further than before for our enjoyment.

We had just sat down at The Moon on Saturday when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. For a moment I freaked out (-1 manliness) but then I noticed that it was Tiffy. Running into somebody I know is a notable event because it rarely happens to me. Due to this rareness there is no schema in my mind for the brief hi/bye style of conversation. I think I talk to much in that situation and unintentionally keep the person around for much longer than they anticipated. Whoops.

Today I said good bye to Toni by organising a farewell lunch for us. We ate at The Lucky Shag. My BLT was fine, nothing amazing, and thus I deem it to be overpriced.

I'm always complaining about people leaving (mostly complaining to myself) but only because I am not leaving too. It's a little baffling to think that if I didn't screw up my degree then I would have been booked on that same flight as Toni. Oh well, there's no rush. Good things come to those that wait . . etc.

I am sunburnt.

	Night of The Living Dead Original Poster
	Night of The Sleepy Blakers My Superior Version. Look at me - I'm way more scared than her!

larger versions with click-through

( blood-curdling-animated-gif-terror beneath the cut )

Ever since a package came in the mail on Wednesday I've been wondering what some people think about me.

At the begining of the month my brother sent me an e-mail and in the second paragraph he wrote:

"A very nice coincidence has occurred that I now know what to buy you for your birthday."

I couldn't work out the coincidence from the context and enjoyed the mystery.

So the other day my ears perked when I heard a delivery van outside. Whenever I am home and there is a delivery I wonder if it will be for me. It's always that way, even when I've ordered something for myself and have been following the order online.

The package was from Amazon and had two books within. God Is A Woman and The Complete Arseholes Guide To Picking Up Chicks. My immediate thought was that my dear brother thinks I've been single for way too long. Even if this isn't true you cannot blame me for the immediate reaction. I've avoided the guide due the its title but happily read half of God Is A Woman. It's OK. I'll never ever take a book like this seriously though. It's just the opposite of who I am. It's fun to read these things but they aren't going to change me or my somewhat nonchalant way.

Firday I went to dinner at New Orleans. I had some Cajun Lentil soup followed by Chicken Andouille Jambalaya. It was very good but they served me enough to feed two people. It was a struggle. My belly was so very full after half of the main dish.

Afterwards we strolled down the road to have some fun singing at Hit Studio Karaoke Box. There were a lot of new song choices and we used up two and a half hours very quickly. I sang most of the usual stuff - as usual. It feels like a long time since I last went.

Tonight I'm going to Chatters for dinner with Nuala. This will be the last time I spend a lot of money on food for hopefully quite some time. My bank balance has been falling drastically in the past few months because of my ridiculous spending, especially on food.

Poll #1015371
Open to: Friends, results viewable to: None

Blake, you are:

and:

but:

This is me making use of the poll builder once every six months.

After 9 days I gave up trying to be more manly. You can't see much but tell me...

Poll #903327
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

I should have:

I made an end of year post last year and felt it was only right to give it a successor.

This year hasn't been all I thought it would be cracked up to be, I'm not complaining though. The last thing I want to do is complain about the not so shiny moments. I met lots of lovely new people, learnt cool new things, I started growing hair in a few weird places, I started to embrace my leg-ankle-foot fetish to a certain degree, and I have recently begun creatively brainstorming again.

Journalling took a bit of a turn this year, I've been very lacklustre. On the same hand I've become more of an organised journal writing person. I think my writing style slowly changed.

I spent more this year. Buying turned into a hobby.

I found my inner café zen only to have it stripped from me with a change of café location.

The year had its moments. I knocked the car around a few times, I went out a lot more, I found new things to do, made new routines, had a few crushes, started wearing more colours, and even started to read more.

I wonder what I will do next year? I'm very curious.

Unfortunately I still don't fully understand the concept of '99% fat free food'.

I will see you on the morrow.

I was having a drink at the café tonight, sitting at the end of the risen platform outside. I often sit there and stare blankly at the ever busy Beaufort St. As more and more people walked past I started to wonder how many of them had a livejournal? (should that be a question mark or a full stop? hmm)
It's rare to find people who haven't heard of livejournal these days but it's starting to be common place to hear people admit they have one.

Although I have my share of friends only posts, I don't understand why some people need completely friends only journals. Especially those who'll befriend anybody who shows any interest in them anyway. I guess it's part security and part embarrassment. I use friends posts to keep some names away from the general public but some days I really don't care and fail to change my security settings. As for personal security I think my walls have come almost completely down. Hell, I have my phone number available via my userinfo for a filtered group of friends. If I had a P.O. box I'd chuck that up there too.

Damn - I started rambling there and now I can't remember my point.
oh well - maybe I'll remember tomorrow.

I need a kick up the butt.
Please form a single orderly line behind me and wait your turn.