Monday, July 31, 2006

Double vodka redbulls.

It was about as romantic as pashing some random at the Wall of Stone can get. In other words: not really.

But it was coming up to four AM and I was having a Cinderella moment. As much as I wanted to stay with him, I simply had to go: things to do, places to be. I whispered into his ear. He took my hands and held them.

He pulled me close and kissed me again, never letting my hands go. I stepped back. I didn't want to look away; I couldn't. A second step. Then his hands released mine, and I'd lost him amongst the crowd.

The winter air outside hit me like a brick wall. I shivered in my sweat-drenched T-shirt. I reached into my back pocket. Empty. Bah! The cunt stole my cigarettes.

Listening to:
Title: Love Ain't Gonna Wait For You
Artist: S Club 7
Album/station: Best: The Greatest Hits (2003)
Length: 3.20

Friday, July 28, 2006


Gah! I was attacked by birds today! It was very Hitchcockesque. My first feed of the day was some dodgy McDonald's, and SEAGULLS WERE TRYING TO STEAL IT! Sure, I've been a leetle less than nice to our winged fiends, but I DID NOT deserve this.

All I wanted to do was go home. I'd missed breakfast, and I hadn't had a break from classes all day. I was tired and hungry. And then this pack of skyrats swoops down from fuck knows where and picks my food right out of my fingers. Like ohmigod! See, I'm used to the Quay gulls getting all aggressive around humans bearing food - charging up to you on foot, assuming some kind of avian battle posture and cawing like a drunken sailor would, if the sailor had feathers. But these ones were INSANE! Absolutely psychotic. All flappy and bitey and the like. At least they didn't shit on me.

I've decided that there's no more hanging around Circular Quay for me. It's straight off the bus and onto the ferry now. Not that I've given in to the airborne threat or anything. But it all does remind me of ex-boyfriend Hoover, who shat himself whenever he saw any feathered creature. Naww, how cute.

Meanwhile, I bought a Lotto ticket today. I've popped my Lotto cherry.

Listening to:
Title: Sunshine
Artist: Keane
Album/station: Hopes and Fears (2004)
Length: 4.12

Thursday, July 27, 2006

A Happy Beerday.

So it was my birthday the other day. A pretty low-key affair. I'd intended for it to slip entirely below the radar, but it just wasn't the case. My parents actually remembered this year. How inconvenient. Now there's nothing for me to be bitter about. Bah!

After class, I ended up pickling my liver with a few mates over at dear, dear Manning House. I wasn't really intending on doing anything that night - I really only wanted to go home and wallow. But instead, I phoned around at the last minute and got drunk on a school night. And I was really feeling it when I turned up to my SpEd tute the next morning.

Oh memories of first year. When I turned eighteen, the birthday celebrations continued from the weekend well into the uni week. Ah yes, Manning Bar, noon on the first day of semester: copious amounts of alcohol were consumed, and all at Simon's expense. Cut to the Education Building, MacLab 224, later that day: inebriated, I sat at an iMac, trying my drunken best to learn, but only managing to giggle. I don't think anyone noticed - I hope.

But back to the drinking. I pashed someone I probably shouldn't have. Ah well. But it was good while it lasted.

Listening to:
Title: As Long As I Am
Artist: Paulmac feat. Luke Steele
Album/station: Panic Room (2005)
Length: 5.27

Monday, July 24, 2006


It's about this time every year that I like to think about the future. You know, not that I set aside particular dates to go all introspective or anything. It just, well, happens.

So, two ideas. The first one involves teaching for a few years after uni at a New South Welsh public high school before heading over to the UK and teaching there for a while. The second idea involves teaching for a few years before joining the AFP.

Both those ideas involve going back to a NSW public school and teaching again. Eventually. Or in the case of the former, possibly even staying over in the UK and becoming a subject of Her Majesty. We'll see how it turns out.

Listening to:
Title: Don't Look Back
Artist: Telepopmusik feat. Angela McClusky
Album/station: Ministry of Sound: Chillout Sessions 7 (2005)
Length: 3.42

Sunday, July 23, 2006

On the eve of second semester.

I actually looking forward to uni this semester. I'm overloaded by about six credit points but I'll see how I go. I'll get to catch up with a few people and see how their pracs went.

And speaking of which, I found myself over at one of those gay online dating sites, the one that I joined years ago and almost forgot about until someone pointed me over there recently, and I stumbled acorss a lad I knew from my course at uni. Outed. But I mean, more me than him. See I'm not out to any one in my course - well, not to anyone in the B.Ed. side of it at least. Ah well, it had to happen sometime.

Meanwhile, inspired by McDonald's El Maco burger, I made myself a Mexican-themed burger for dinner. Behold:

Mexican-themed burger

A Woolies burger with lettuce, cheese, nacho sauce, some guacamole I'd made myself, a dash of Nando's peri-peri sauce and some sour cream on two thick slices of toast. Like, ohmigod. I was sad when it was all over.

No one comment on how messy my kitchen is. I already know. And yes, I was too lazy to wash and shred my own lettuce.

Listening to:
Title: Lacrimosa
Artist: Mozart: The Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra
Album/station: Requiem, KV 626 (1989)
Length: 2.43

Monday, July 17, 2006

Blowing money on beer 'n wimmin.

Maybe not quite beer and women. Subsitute the words 'lolly water' and 'gay boys' and you'd have a more accurate representation of my weekend. And so I'm officially broke. Again. Loose me upon the world! Watch me fall destitute!

I didn't really want to go out on Saturday. Just generally recently I've been feeling sorry for myself. Mood swings, dontcha know. You'd think you'd have left them behind when glorious puberty had passed you by.

Lauren had a date with a spunky guy scheduled at some strange hour of the Saturday night/Sunday morning. She felt like she needed some Dutch courage, she said. And well, I missed her so I got off my moody bum and headed out. But it was her idea to go to Wall of Stone; I didn't want her to get trashed at a gaybar before her date. We joke about how she's my faghag, but I don't get to see her very often anymore. She works for the Tax Office now, and over some transnational non-crazy-Christian fair-trade coffee before the making-of-blindness, she answered all my tax questions. She was so pretty.

Anyway, so we ended up the place and drank, killing time before her date. But the imbibing of alcohol soon became the date. The boy joined us, with two of his mates. Did I mention the guy is an underwear model? Le swoon. And his entourage consisted of a twinky gay guy and a buff country bumpkin. It was the second trip into the city for the country boy. Ever. And what a way to spend it: in an establishment for the gay man, of all places. Fags left, right and centre, trying to get their greasy mits on him. Hey, I wouldn't blame 'em; I'd hit it. Hard.

The rest of the night/morning was a bit of a blur. I lost Lauren at some stage, bumped into a few ex-boyfriends. But I found a guy from uni, which I know isn't hard, but he was from my course, and in a lot of my classes, even. In fact, we'd often partnered up for group work and we each did our teaching practicum at the same school.

I'd known him for so long, and I didn't find out he was this-way-inclined until very recently. And even then, we'd never spoken about it openly. He moves in completely different circles to me and all the other gays I know. And here I was thinking Sydney's queers were all one giant, globular mass.

Ended up at the Imperial in Newtown. I don't think I'd ever really been there before. How I got there from Oxford Street, I don't know.

Listening to:
Title: Finished Symphony [Hybrid Soundtrack Edit Mix]
Artist: Hybrid
Album/station: Ministry of Sound: Chillout Session, Vol.2 (2002)
Length: 3.18

Saturday, July 15, 2006

He smells.

You're walking down a grey city street. Everything is grey. The sky is grey, the footpath, the road, the buildings, even the people are grey.

A man in a long black coat brushes past you, and you smell something familiar. It's sweet and flowery, but musky and masculine, too. Sexy. The moment it tickles the hairs in your nostrils, synapses fire all through your body: it's the fragrance that you remember one of your ex-boyfriends used to wear. You don't know what it is exactly, but you've been looking for it in all the shops ever since you saw him last.

Two years have passed. Two years since that cold June Sunday afternoon. You woke up first; he was drooling on his pillow. It was pretty unsexy, you remember, but strangely adorable. With that thought, you dove under the doona and roused him from his slumber with a blowjob. And after you'd finished him off, he took a bleary-eyed look under the doona, letting a crack of light and that cute lop-sided smile of his shine through. He pulled you up and nibbled on your ear lobe, his stubble scouring your cheek. He still smelled like he did the night before. It was that fragrance.

You remember drifting back to sleep, your head on his chest. You sigh. You don't miss him, you think to yourself. No. But you wouldn't object to waking up with him again.

Your eyes almost follow the scent over your shoulder and you do a double-take. No, black-coat-man's too tall, and just not him. And you're a little disappointed.

Listening to:
Title: I Will Follow You into the Dark
Artist: Death Cab For Cutie
Album/station: Plans (2005)
Length: 3.09

Thursday, July 06, 2006


Payday. Finally. Pretty early on in the week, the hole-in-the-wall blocked supply and I've had a constitutional crisis of my own. Hardihar.

That made no sense. But it's okay! I'm on holidays! I tell you what, after three weeks of school, I think I've earned it. Gosh I'm such a pussy. Teachers do forty weeks of that shit every year. Funnily enough though, I've run into a few of my students at the shops over the last few days. Heh, look at me: my students? Oh dear. And they still call me sir! How sweet! At least I haven't seen nor heard from creepy-emo-stalker-girl.

I met a pretty hot boy at a party on the weekend. Unfortunately, he doesn't worship at the altar of cock like, well, I do. I don't seem to meet any gays anymore. WHERE ARE YOU ALL? Anyway, the lads name was Dean and the lead singer of some band that I don't know. He walked around feeling people's nipples. Including mine. I felt his, too. Reciprocal nipple touching, he called it. If only he'd known. Unfortunately the bash ran out of alcohol before I could test out the six-beer law. It just wasn't my night.

So I'm staying at Mum's at the moment. It's nice to have a break from dense suburbia sometimes. Went up for lunch on the high street yesterday. Found a copy of The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants and watched that. And ohmigod I cried! How lame!

Listening to:
Title: Holiday
Artist: Mad'House
Album/station: Remix Heaven Vol. 2 (2003)
Length: 3.29