on saturday i stepped on a thumb tack when i was working. an ugly, fested little tack so rusty it had started rotting away. it was gross and it hurt. i thought my foot was going to fall off. my mum informed me that i had seventy-two hours to live. but i called my doctor and he promised i have a bit longer than that. presuming, i guess, i don't get hit by a bus or fall off a cliff or whatever.

despite the toe thing i had a rad time at bizzos that night. slc played and they are the phat. incredibly tight and energetic, just like the hot pink slc dinosaur-with-an-eyepatch tee i bought. except less tight and...yeah, less energetic. so actually not like that at all. i got to hang out with mah crew (that's you esther and spally etc) and also with nat, the guitarist from slc.



five reasons nat is hardcore and cool enough to be my friend:
1. he just ignored the two
strings he broke during the
show
2. he did interpretive dance
with me in the middle of bizzos
with all the pretty shire girls
in heels looking on in muted
surprise
3. he used to have dreads, and
if he poses right i can pretend
he still does
4. he drove straight from the
gig on sunday twelve hours to
his workplace the next morning.
his workplace being a law firm.
in melbourne.
5. oh. i didn't think this far
ahead.

i met lots of fun kids actually. i bonded tight like glue with this chick called steph. we talked about access denied and assorted otherness in maccas at 1.30am, and she accidentally touched my breasts like three times. which, you know, is always good for growing friendships. and stuff.