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  • wordcount

      Nanowrimo keeps me at home, out of the streets, away from alcohol, and smokes. I am squeaky-clean geeky. I am that girl who goes straight home after work. I wouldn’t have imagined it possible but my liver and my lungs are possibly the cleanest they have been for years.

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  • This is what Stuart said in his coming-out speech to his parents in the UK series Queer as Folk: Queers. Because I’m queer. I’m gay. I’m homosexual. I’m a poof, I’m a poofter, I’m a ponce. I’m a bumboy, batty-boy, backside artist, bugger. I’m bent. I am that arsebandit. I lift those shirts. I’m a

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  • NaNoWriMo

    Can I do it? Can I do it? Oh I don’t know. =/ Day 2 of NaNoWriMo, and I’ve written about 4000-plus words. I’ve been self-psychoing myself, saying you can do it Ally! It’s just er, 50 000 words!, reading tweets on #nanowrimo to motivate myself, and reading the word counts of other people to

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  • what i’ve been up to.

        ______________ Several events have happened over the past few weeks, including my graduation, several weddings, and the beginning of my new lessons. I’m gonna miss studying. It’s not that I am suddenly all gungho about exams and shit; I’m sure I will still complain bitterly and savagely if I ever had to take

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  • Perth!

        Headed to a wildlife sanctuary inside this Whiteman Park to see wild kangaroos and so on. Having no car of our own, Cherie and I took a two-hour journey to get there, including two bus rides and a walk through the suburbia of Perth, including helping this lady with her handbag as we

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  • You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful

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  • the blues

    I like the blues. It’s not because I am trying to be emo, slash-my-wrists, deep or what. But there’s something about that genre of music that is therapeutic and appealing to me. And there’s nothing quite like the sound of blues when it’s played on an electric guitar. Not modern blues but the kind of

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  • the Great Ocean Road

    Going to the Great Ocean Road has always been a dream of mine, and visiting the 12 Apostles is on my ‘things to do before I die’ list. Happily, I did both during my trip to Australia; but as much as the road trip was a fulfillment of my childhood dreams, it was so, so

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  • Warning: image-heavy entry. The view from Dale’s apartment in the day…

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  • Well I woke up in mid afternoon cause that’s when it all hurts the most I dream I never know anyone at the party and I’m always the host If dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast Well I am

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