My Cherie Amour

me and my scary people.

Ahhh, the blog life. My life has had some srrrs gusts of wind lately. Things that have fallen apart have found their way back together, other things have fallen apart (read: my wrist), things which have been fucked for a while aren't so screwed up anymore (or I've just gotten sick of caring), and new things are forming too. I feel more settled in to Melbourne than ever; I think cause I'm relieved that I have a job (oh yeah: I have a job now) and I'm out doing stuff, talking to people, thinking 'now or never' and 'why not?', thinking about next year, building foundations, not dealing with shitty people...

I had my first day of work today and it was good. I work in St Kilda on Acland Street, which is, well, my hood. The people I have worked with so far are easy-going, genuine, motivated. I'm 2IC there, which is exciting. They get a merchanising manager in to their store once a month to redo all the merch and make it look fresh, and the team have just as much creative input as they like, which I can definitely dig. My bosses seem really open-minded and creative so I'm looking forward to being able to offload some creative energy into making my store look better.

After work, I went to dinner at Amigos Mexican restaurant with Catchy and our darling friend Agata from Catch's work for some seeerious girl talk. And the girl talk was well and truly had (and enjoyed, and needed). After this, we went to Josh's crib in South Yarra for some hangs and eventually sangria. Ha. We had some nice chats to Josh's housemates and then some nice listens to music and talks and then decided to go see a friend at a bar called 161, which apparently has some sort of reputation of being hard to get into...but we got in there last week with no dramas....any way, we caught the tram there (Lauren went home) and were presented with a queue at least 40 minutes long. Compared to the occupants of the queue, Josh and I felt like we'd just strolled in from a picnic. Convinced I wouldn't be let in, I became unpsyched and planned to go home, and then the door lady came to the back of the line and looked me up and down and said, 'Is it just you three?' and we said 'Yes,' and she said, 'Cool, come with me,' and there we were being let in ahead of people who frequented the place. It was strange, but admittedly sort of rad, albeit petty. There were a lot of conjunctions in that sentence.

This weekend I have no plans of leisure yet. I want to buy some new jeans but IT'S SO FRIGGIN HARD PULLING ON SKINNY JEANS WHEN YOUR WRIST IS BROKEN! Painful, even. My cast is so hard. I plan to draw on it an illustration of me falling off the pier into the ocean with my three friends looking on. So that when people go, 'Ohh! how did you do that?' I can just go like this:



and not have to tell the story.

I have been powering through High Fidelity, really enjoying it. I'm dying to finish it so that I can watch the film with John Cusack as Rob Fleming. Also, I walked past Pure Pop Records the other day and I like to imagine the owner of that store to be like Rob Fleming.

I am starting to feel like I'm on my gap year.