Once a crystal choir appeared while I was sleeping and called my name

Today was an errand day. I bustled from here to there with things to do (just the way I like it) and an eye on the time. No one ever tells you, though, how difficult it is to have an errand day when your mind is full of night befores and ideas for songs and projects and the like. Particularly so when you are alone!


People who know me know that I like to be alone. It's not a teenage thing or an anti-social thing or a sad thing, it's just a thing, that I do, have always done, and it worries my Mum more than it worries me. Well, I think it does. I've always known the invaluable nature of good company but my own head has been loud and obnoxious enough to make me forget, for a little while there. 


Last night had me facing solo transit between two social engagements, and I suppose it was an interesting thing to do and inevitably I compared my mood to that in company and alone. It seemed as though the universe was reminding me to count my blessings as I traipsed through laneways in a gleamy haze of cider on an empty stomach (which, for the record, makes normal things like late night shopping and eating salad about 38% funnier). While it's all very well to work and write and exercise and everything else, it's incomparable to the rush of affection I get for my best girlfriend as I watch her pouring drinks for regulars at the pub that she works at in the city. I love her like I love all the people I'm lucky enough to call my friends, of course including old and new. The old, who whisper to me that a boy thinks I'm cute and texts me with a joke remembered from months ago. The new, who write me beautiful cards and play soul tunes to empty rooms on Thursday nights. 

Oh my GOD. This post has seriously exceeded the cheese limit I normally impose on everything I write. I'm supposed to be really moody and profound. Sorry guys. Here are some pictures of me hanging out at a waterfall.

I totally forgot, a check out girl said I was crazy at Coles when I wore the above outfit. I was going to say I thought she was crazy for having blonde streaks (SO 2002) but I decided not to because I don't think crazy is such a bad thing to be, really.