Fucking Children

Around-about forty six days, nineteen hours, six minutes, and forty three seconds ago, my first significant relationship in a while ended. That heavily approximated yet pathetically accurate time-frame took three minutes to work out. I type at fifty words a minute- bashing away at my keyboard with my head down like a frustrated Beethoven- so … Continue reading Fucking Children


Voy a Surfear

I need to be honest with myself. The charade has to stop. Something happened today, and I simply can't lie to myself for one more moment. It doesn't matter who started it, who called who a cry-baby, it ends now. It's time to be an adult and admit one simple truth: I suck at surfing. … Continue reading Voy a Surfear

Kind-of, Almost Two Years Ago Today

Every year, on the anniversary of my divorce, I light scented candles, listen to Morrissey, cry, and play with myself. That's not true, silly. I just wanted a snappy opener. As boring as it is, I don't indulge in any bizarre, ritualistic behaviour on D-Day; but ironically, for the last two years, I have found myself on … Continue reading Kind-of, Almost Two Years Ago Today

The Oaxacan Day of the Dead Medley

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Death’s Door

I nearly stepped on a dead bird the other night. I wasn't paying attention. I had trudged downstairs into the cold to buy toothpaste,when I saw it laying headfirst in the corner of my apartment block. A magpie. It's distinctive black and white tail still ruffling in the breeze. I did what any normal Sydneysider … Continue reading Death’s Door

He’s cute like a frog.

I do a lot of stupid shit when I’m drunk. A few months ago I placed a restriction on myself: it’s fine to get mildly tiddled with friends and make devastatingly clever and funny insights about human nature at achingly hip bars that none of us have any business being in, but it’s not okay … Continue reading He’s cute like a frog.

What IS the point?

This week, I caught up with an ex-boyfriend. I was friends with this guy first, and as friends, we were great. As a couple, we brought out the worst in each other. It didn't work, and we took a "break". I met a new guy. He had the same name, but was the complete opposite. … Continue reading What IS the point?

Rubber Sandwiches

I spent that majority of today thinking about all the times I have put my foot in my mouth. For the purposes of this post, of course. It's not some weird self flagellation thing. This morning it occurred to me that it would be lovely if I could edit the waffle that falls from my … Continue reading Rubber Sandwiches