Skins Season 5 Cast

Needs more Sid

the totem did not fall

Lots going on lately which means I've had minimal time for the bloggering.

I can't be bothered going through a detailed description of the last two weeks spent in Brisbane. Instead, I will sum up my week with the Brisbane Ballerinas and Splendour in the Grass in two pictures and a video.

Woogie in the closet under the stairs at a 70s Porn Party

Jonsi at Splendour in the Grass

Without bragging too much I'd just like to add that while you were at home on Sunday night watching Merlin, I was listening to this live

Brisbane Bound

So my flight is less than 2 hours away and I am still in this stage of packing

oh shi-

But instead of stressing, i'm going to take a few minutes to let you in on how much i love space.

Space

SPACE

Space band

Space pantaloons

SPACE

TO THE AIRPORT

I have an addiction

On the fourth day, Wrigley invented Juicy Fruit

and it was good.

(In this scenario, Wrigley is God)

I've heard that the first step to fighting an addiction is admitting you have one.

so here it is:

I am addicted to the big J.F. The yellow fruit. The tiny chewy bandits.

I am able to finish an entire packet of Juicy Fruit in one sitting.

and I can't stop. 

The fruits aren't even that juicy and I just. can't. stop.

what the hell is wrong with me?

She looks happy, right? Everything looks normal? (Looks kinda 'shopped actually)

but look closer.

Right there. The lifted brow? That slightly pained expression?

She has Juicy Fruit lockjaw- I know it because i've been there.

I wonder if anyone else has strange addictions to food..

Personally, I thought it stopped at condiments. We're not even going to go into my relationship with Tomato Sauce because there is absolutely nothing wrong with drowning your food in it. the stuff is dericious. I like to judge you for not eating enough of it.

On a different and probably more notable note- I'm off to Brisbane tomorrow.

Bon Voyage Madi, go to bed and stop writing about gum. you haven't even packed yet.

Gotham city needs you

Lunch!

Noot Seear's Closet

HEY BARDOT

THANKS FOR THE PANTS. 

THEY SPLIT AT THE KNEE THE FIRST TIME I WORE THEM AND HOT DAMN, I PUT THEM ON A SECOND TIME AND THE OTHER ONE SPLITS RIGHT BEFORE I LEAVE THE HOUSE.

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice? I am disappoint. 

BOYCOT BARDOT