Anno Domini MMV.

I never intended to do an end-of-year wrap up, so I won't. Instead, I'll just leave this note:

This time last year, I was seeing a rather sweet lad. His name was Dazzles and well, our paths didn't and still don't cross all that often. Yesterday though, whilst my week's pay was being whittled away in an orgy of consumerism, I just happened to bump into him. Ahh, memories. Where has my year gone?

Listening to:
Title: Judy Is A Dick Slap
Artist: Belle & Sebastian
Album/station: Push Barman to Open Old Wounds (2005)
Length: 4.05

I told you she was hot.

Julia, in all her lefty majesty.

Julia Gillard MP has been voted Australia's sexiest female politician in a Crikey poll.

I mean geez, I'm gay and even I want to have her babies.


Listening to:
Title: The Weakness In Me
Artist: Joan Armatrading
Album/station: 10 Things I Hate About You (1999)
Length: 3.32

A thoughtful gift.

For Christmas, my best mate Adam gave me a reprint of the 1934 First Edition Sydney Gregory's street directory. Apparently the 2006 edition will be the 70th, and it's a cause for celebration.

It's a pretty thoughtful gift. I hadn't actually thought about it until after Adam had given this gift to me, but I think I have more than a passing interest in cartography. It's a little lame I'll admit, but maps fascinate me - what can I say? I'm an odd child.


Listening to:
Title: I Love You 'Cause I Have To
Artist: Dogs Die In Hot Cars
Album/station: Please Describe Yourself (2004)
Length: 2.46

And that was Christmas.

I'm feeling increasingly distant from my family. Not just in my immediate family, but the whole extended one, too. I'm not sure where I fit into it anymore. I'm not even really sure where I fitted in to it in the first place, but I still felt like a part of it all. But it's different now. I don't know what's changed. Probably nothing has. I don't know.

That said though, I've been having some strange idle thoughts. Recently I've been giving more thought to-- erm-- settling down and having a family of my own. Fuck knows why. And of course, it wouldn't be the traditional kind of family. In my dreams, it's a household of two men and a golden retriever or two.

I'm scared I'll turn into one of those old women though. You know the ones, desperately looking for a husband and all. Or even some of the younger ones, constantly on the lookout for Mr Right. Gah, I'm only nineteen. I'm too young to be having these thoughts. I'm meant to be out whoring it up like a proper fag lad should.

Pshh, settling down, indeed.

Listening to:
Title: Gay Messiah
Artist: Rufus Wainwright
Album/station: Want Two (2004)
Length: 3.14

And so this is Christmas [Eve].

And what have I done? Same thing as every year, really. There's an small dinner in the later moments of the evening twilight, followed by a phonecall by the preceeding generation to the rest of the family in the old country. Then we flick to the Carols By Candlelight on the Nine Network while the women prepare for the midnight meal, Nochebuena. You know, not that we live in a sexist household or anything. The femmes just take it upon themselves. And frankly, they're more competent than us menfolk. All manner of meats are thrown onto the barbecue, salads are tossed and various other foodstuffs are made delicious.

I spend most of the weeks leading up to Christmas dreading it. I don't look forward to Christmas at all. My best friend goes up to Queensland for a week, and the lad I have my eyes on, without fail, also goes away/interstate/overseas. It's a different boy every year, but the result is the same. I don't understand it myself. Bah! But you know, now that it's here, I don't mind it so much. Food's good, company is great. And this year, Dad isn't present, which I know isn't a pleasant thing to say, especially at Christmas.

See, I spend Christmas Eve at Mum's house with her side of the family. Aunts, uncles, cousin and my nan. Christmas Day is spent with Dad's side. And my family being in the dysfunctional way that it is (my parents being both together and not-together simultaneously - why can't they make up their minds and separate already?), both parental units are usually present.

Ah well. At least tonight, I'll be spared from his inappropriate comments, his airing of our family's dirty laundry, his gossiping, his futile attempts at matchmaking, and the associated embarassment that comes with it all. And this all happens while he's sober, mind you.

A happy non-religion-specific gift giving season to all, and to all a good night.


Listening to:
Title: Step Into My Office Baby
Artist: Belle & Sebastian
Album/station: Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2003)
Length: 4.14

The Mikey-Mixtapes: Summer 2006.

Listening to:
Title: Teardrop
Artist: Elbow
Album/station: Inspired: The World's Greatest Covers (2004)
Length: 4.05

Poor man's...

Black Eyed Peas: the poor man's Fugees.

Listening to:
Title: No Woman, No Cry
Artist: The Fugees
Album/station: Greatest Hits (2003)
Length: 4.20

Moving things.

Steph, friend and best-friend's girlfriend, moved house today and I offered my services as a muscle-bound (ha!) male. See, she'd recently found this adorable puppy in a shop window and had to have him. Unfortunately the the body corporate of the block of apartments she was living in didn't take too kindly to dogs. Ah well, their loss. So now she's in a house not too far away - a house with a big yard that Danny, her mini fox terrier, can go crazy in.

I wouldn't say it was a good day on which to move big heavy things. Hot. Sticky. Bad. Doorways should be wider. By law. And cute as he is, little Danny kept getting in the way. Mongrel.

Oh Danny-boy. The pipes, the pipes are calling: from glen to glen, and down the mountain side. He's so cute. So little. So young. He makes me wish I had a tail, so I could wag it too. I love him. When I intermittently fell like a bag of bones on the floor from all the effort I'd put in, Danny came trotting over to me and slobbered all over my face. Naww. You know, I'm flattered and all, but I could think of other boys I'd like to have licking me. Well, there's this one lad. Human; definitely not canine. But that's another story for later.

Steph works for Faceless Corporation^TM, too. Somewhere down at the coal face, right on the front line, whereas I'm somewhere near the home front - the nerve-centre of the operation, if you will - but paid less. Bah.

So after she picked me up from work last night, in anticipation of the big move today, she took me to her branch of the business. And I was impressed. Where I work and where she works couldn't be any more diferent, but it's all a part of the one big machine. It's nice to know how the other half lives, as it were. It was a little bit of a Winston Smith moment. You know, Inner Party kind of stuff, seeing as she isn't allowed at my place of employment. Erm, yeah.

Anyway, new house equals combined New Years and house-warming party! Yay! No idea about a gift yet, though.


Listening to:
Title: Rocket Man
Artist: My Morning Jacket
Album/station: Chapter 1 The Sandworm Cometh: Early Recordings (2004)
Length: 4.59

Under development.

I told you something would be coming back here eventually.

Listening to:
Title: Don't Dream It's Over
Artist: Sarah Blasko
Album/station: She Will Have Her Way (2005)
Length: 4.42