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September 2005
27 September
The people responsible for the Jay Jays ads need to be stopped. Skinny leg jeans? Is that what a "rock n roll girl band thing" sounds like? "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaabyyyyyyyyy... BAAAAAAAAABY". UGH. Pointless update.
P.S. Helping people move house sucks in the rain. I think I bring the rain by offering to help. I have never done that without it raining. Regardless of season. Stupid rain.
19 September
It's time for an update! Rich in updatey goodness and nutrients.
It annoys me that there are shows like The Simple Life out there. Annoys.
Anyway, on an insanely happy and dribbly positive note, guess who was metres from Boyz II Men on Saturday night? If you guessed me... you're all kinds of right. Except that kind. That's just gross.
Every now and then you just have to let go of your incredibly staunch street cred and open yourself to the guilty shameful pleasure of shrieking in delight and thrusting your hand from side to the side in the air. The indulgence of it all. I haven't been that excited at a sing along since... since I saw Neil Finn and Friends. Boyz II Men rule. I can't say I cared about their promises to come back soon... and to put out a really beautiful soulful album soon. It's not my cup of tea anymore, but God bless those men for the goodness they gave me when I was a wee nipper. The 12 year old I used to be was satisfied.
To illustrate the ease with which we got closer than heaven, I did the unthinkable and took some PXTs.
Here we have my future husband Wanya Morris, giving it his all.
Shawn... whatever his last name is. All glowy and white. Like an angel. Like an angel with an insane amount of bling.
Wanya again.
Isn't that thrilling?
They did everything you'd have expected, sadly though, not Yesteday. I suppose with the departure of Michael some of the songs just couldn't be fully realised. Infact, whenever it got to a part that he would sing, there was just nothing. Some of the songs would have been absolutely incredible had they still had the slow sexy deep voice in there ("My heart hurts baby... I feel pain too... BABY please..."), but songs like End of the Road and I'll Make Love To You made everyone scream and giggle. Totally awesome. I wish more of my childhood idols would come. Man. What I would give to see Richard Marx, with mullet.. performing Hazard.
Actually... probably nothing. Man. What I would give to see Paula Abdul perform with that cartoon cat.
MC Skat Kat. I had the cassingle.
Hehe. Skat.
Anywho. Politics! Peter Dunne is a smarmy jerk! Don Brash is a tight lipped cunt! (hehehe) Helen Clark is the bees knees. Rodney Hide makes me smile... in the same way that Teletubbies do. And the fart puff on the Winston Peters posters made my week last week. Boo-urns to uncertainty and Boo-urns to all the people who put OUR country in jeopardy for the promise of a little more money in their pockets, but hazzah to all the good folk who stood their ground.
Here's something that'll cheer us up.
Happy Conor!!!
8 September
I'm 25 tomorrow. Wauuugh.
I do wish I had more to say, but really the only things occupying my mind lately have been sad relationshippy things and this damnable election. And believe me, you do not want me to start throwing around my incredibly naive and uninformed opinions... Boo Hiss Don Brash. Hazzah Aunty Helen. There. That about sums it up.
Last night I did go to the media launch of the Italian Film Festival, which is going to be held at the Paramount in October. We saw a movie called After Midnight (which also had a fancy Italian name which escapes me completely). Quite a nice little film, even though my friend didn't enjoy it. I thought it was reminiscent of Amelie, but... Italian, obviously... and completely different in terms of storyline, characters, colour, everything. However, the dream-like quirkiness was similar, albeit a little darker. Go see it.
Today I added another hole punch to the family.
Her name is Eep Eek... she's a squeaky one. Go look at the Office stuff to see her and her new admirer.
2 September
The last MSPainting I'll contribute to as a 24 year old... Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset... the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon... yes we have no bananas...
Anyway...
I also put larger sized versions of all the previous pictures (except the first one which sucks anyway) because... well, because I never thought to do it before. And someone told me you couldn't see jackshit on the little versions, which is a fair call given that we magnify them as much as we can when we draw em.
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