Like that rash you thought you got rid of, I am back on this blog.
I thought that was it for me and Stories, Sentiments and Sometimes Stupidity. I thought we had broken up and not decided to be friends and it was amicable.
That it was going to be a thing on the internet to remind me of my past like my Bebo account and that time I tried to be a Vlogger.
Study and creative endeavours have had my fingers tap tap tapping on these keys and not even a 2-month European excursion pulled me back to this page. (I thought about it, but really, who needs another travel blog)
But, with the power of caffeine and a psychology exam this morning that I could be studying for, I am here.
I might be the only one.
Like the time the Prince kissed Sleeping Beauty without her consent, the spell is broken.
Spring is flirting her coyish charm, wafting her perfume in the air and showing a décolletage of sakura blossoms in Melbourne. She pretended she was here briefly and I dusted off the Northside uniform of cordeory overalls and birkenstocks with the accessory of avocado I dropped on it, but not today. Today I can see my breath in the kitchen when I sip this coffee, and it's not even that hot.
I feel like there's no one who doesn't know me who reads this, so not much to update, except that 2020 is closer to us than it has ever been.
I can remember when I wrote a story about what my life would be like in the year 2010 when I was at primary school, in the year 2000.
I had a ferrari.
There is more in the story, but that is the bar for ten years ago and this year my assets are a Bose bluetooth speaker and two pairs of identical Ray-Bans because I thought I lost the OG pair and bought another before anyone noticed but then found the old pair and the very same thing almost happened with the bluetooth speaker.
Oh and my monstera is doing well, thank you.
Oh I also have a laptop, loving family and incredibly amazing morning routine.
It's that amazing it starts the night before.
This morning though, like a kinder surprise or unexpected item in the bagging area it includes writing this pointless piece of internet drivel to distract you from the burning earth, homeless person you are walking past, ticket inspectors, whether your barista ACTUALLY used almond milk, your hangover, the gas bill, your work, casual sexism, casual racism, casual ageism, casual speciesism, feminism, veganism, your child, or whatever else reading this is stopping you from doing.
I hope it made you crack a smile and, to be even riskier, makes you smile at someone else. A stranger.
You never know, a dude asked for my number at IGA when I was buying kombucha because I smiled at him the other day so anything is possible.
Happy Monday
JJ x
I thought that was it for me and Stories, Sentiments and Sometimes Stupidity. I thought we had broken up and not decided to be friends and it was amicable.
That it was going to be a thing on the internet to remind me of my past like my Bebo account and that time I tried to be a Vlogger.
Study and creative endeavours have had my fingers tap tap tapping on these keys and not even a 2-month European excursion pulled me back to this page. (I thought about it, but really, who needs another travel blog)
But, with the power of caffeine and a psychology exam this morning that I could be studying for, I am here.
I might be the only one.
Like the time the Prince kissed Sleeping Beauty without her consent, the spell is broken.
Spring is flirting her coyish charm, wafting her perfume in the air and showing a décolletage of sakura blossoms in Melbourne. She pretended she was here briefly and I dusted off the Northside uniform of cordeory overalls and birkenstocks with the accessory of avocado I dropped on it, but not today. Today I can see my breath in the kitchen when I sip this coffee, and it's not even that hot.
I feel like there's no one who doesn't know me who reads this, so not much to update, except that 2020 is closer to us than it has ever been.
I can remember when I wrote a story about what my life would be like in the year 2010 when I was at primary school, in the year 2000.
I had a ferrari.
There is more in the story, but that is the bar for ten years ago and this year my assets are a Bose bluetooth speaker and two pairs of identical Ray-Bans because I thought I lost the OG pair and bought another before anyone noticed but then found the old pair and the very same thing almost happened with the bluetooth speaker.
Oh and my monstera is doing well, thank you.
Oh I also have a laptop, loving family and incredibly amazing morning routine.
It's that amazing it starts the night before.
This morning though, like a kinder surprise or unexpected item in the bagging area it includes writing this pointless piece of internet drivel to distract you from the burning earth, homeless person you are walking past, ticket inspectors, whether your barista ACTUALLY used almond milk, your hangover, the gas bill, your work, casual sexism, casual racism, casual ageism, casual speciesism, feminism, veganism, your child, or whatever else reading this is stopping you from doing.
I hope it made you crack a smile and, to be even riskier, makes you smile at someone else. A stranger.
You never know, a dude asked for my number at IGA when I was buying kombucha because I smiled at him the other day so anything is possible.
Happy Monday
JJ x
