In the loo this morning, I look in my little bag and I see on a bottle “URST”. The first thing that pops into my head is “liverwurst”. That in and of itself was random enough, but it still didn’t make sense. So I stop, clearly it’s not liverwurst, it’s mouthwash, but I completely blank on the name. I know the name and am attempting to remember it with “urst” on the end. Then I remember. It’s Listerine. The flavour is Fresh Burst. IT’S NOT LISTERWURST. NO ONE WOULD BUY THAT.
Sep
25
Sep
23
Hurry, hurry, hurry up and wait.
I drove like the wind, flying off a high from a presentation I had just finished at work. My mum was a bit panicky (as per usual). I had been up the entire night before packing, had to be to work early for the presentation, give it, and then drive straight to the airport from there.
Sep
10
Beautiful.
I couldn’t not share this.
Girl, You’re So Groovy
Monday, September 7 2009 – 12:39 PM
by: TychoI.
She had trawled iTunes for the worst sort of music possible to accompany the process, music in quotation marks, “Meditation Trax” where the waveforms of synthetic pan flutes and the built-in Casio drums compete with one another to abrade the tissue of the brain. She would never choose this kind of music under any other circumstances. She is buying it because she has to. This music is appropriate. Even she resents it.