Jack.. Jack I can't move my legs Jack..

I don't actually think that that's a line from Titanic, but it sounds like something Kate Winslet would say, as her boyf lay dead in her arms..

It also sounds like something I would say after walking from Hamilton, to like.. Waratahish, to Broadmeadow, to New Lambton hey.. In thongs, mostly, and also in the rain..

Courtney and I had a mad fucking adventure yesterday. Hung out at her mums work and got dusty as heck moving furniture, then ate Darby's on a fancy pants table. We went to go to church, and it was closed!! We were like.. Are they even allowed to do that?! It was inconvenient to say the least.

OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS. Who knew bathrooms and tiles and lighting could be so fun? Well, we did, that why we went silently apeshit in there.. But flip. Amazing amazing amazing tiles hey.

Shopping in New Lambton, Courtney bought this pretty rad dress, which at first I was like mmm.. I'm partial. But now it's cool. She makes things look good, I guess that's why I like it more. Stylish as fuck. So jel.

Oh!! And I rubbed my eye like I always do, and it blew up like a fucking balloon!! What the fuck is that shit?! Last night I had a dream that it started bleeding and my mum didn't even care. (In case you don't know, if your eye starts bleeding, you're pretty much gonna fucking die.)

That was my day. And because I walked so far yesterday (It was far considering I never walk ok little health freaks?) I'm paying the price now. Can't fucking walk at all. Oh well, all the better to lounge around my dear!!



I think I've had Milney's writer's block for the last couple of months, that why my blog is so shit. I'll try to make an effort soon, yeah?