fill-in, not in chronological order.

- my mattress is breaking/ no it’s not.

- we can hang our cutlery on the hooks!

- parramatta. le calin plus long.

- don’t go away.

- telediario, followed by vingt heures.

- body loathing all day sleeping.

- skin pain. you know what i’m talking about.

- so… have you guys got our bond money yet?

- tap aerator.

- stomach dragging, opposable thumbed cat.

- sorry, i haven’t logged off.

- you’d better be posting on your blog.

 

shopping list

this afternoon, whilst looking for something else, i found this shopping list that i found in pamplona, and thought i had since lost. the annotated translation is as follows:

~ 2 packets of meatballs (from the well [this may be a brand name, i didn't touch those fucking canned meatballs during myh time over there])

~ 1 carton of milk

~ 1 sack of potatos

~ detergent 1 packet called “ariel blancura [whiteness]“

~ cheese

~ 2 0r 3 “golden” apples

~ 1 packet of onions

~ 1 shower gel (the best there is”

~ cheese

~ “fuel” sausage the softest one

~ sugar 2 packets

~ 1 packet of toilet paper

~ olives

~ gerkins

~ vikini [sic] for my “j” in other words me, pilar [note the love heart above the i]

the most beautiful and cheapest

~ 2 pepsi cola

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also, i wanted to take this opportunity to say: jacques brel rocks! par exemple… ou…

 

two exciting purchases

1) i finally happened to pass the old travel agents down on king st that sells old books and random shit. weeks ago i had seen a book on shorthand and considered buying it. i later decided that i wanted it, but the store has since been closed on weekends. today however i was triumphant. yes, i do intend to teach myself shorthand (how hard can it be, right). then i will start wearing fetching checked skirts in an effort to impress wordly, mysterious male orators with my efficiency and consistency.

update: the shorthand learning is really fucking exciting. early notes of interest are the recognition of ch and zhe (meaSure) consonant sounds. i would learn html if it came in old hardcover books from junk shops.

2) the soundtrack to hable con ella, which i’ve been desperate to get hold of for some time now. people shouldn’t forget the almodóvar retrospective at dendy opera quays in a week or so. i was going to try to organise a little trip to see the advanced premiere thingy of volver, but perhaps that will be too much of a hassle to get tickets for and be around wankers for.

 

ha ha ha ha ha!

five great things:

+ that class is over. save for a little tinkering on the final assignment. still not sure whether to feel good or bad about getting and hd for the first assignment.

+ there are enough kids to go round! thank god. let’s just hope that the social and economic situation in africa never improves to a point where everyone can feed their own children and the west is left with no gorgeous, exotic little babies to adopt…

+ sewing.

+ rain, and its dampening, of pollen.

+ late night/early morning phone calls.