Self portrait #1

Love:

hammock

less foul temperatures

long weekend

reading

long phone calls...and short ones to loved people after a very long time

new films 

new cds

old playlists

my brilliant ideas (car....trips....ambitious plans to sew)

bmx banditry in the bush! (even if it means going by myself)

Don't Fight It and Feist

Once - film AND soundtrack

new old dresses 

chocolate, chocolate cake, chocolate soy milk...chocolate meat? 

my bed: a world of pillows and purples 

fake weddings in ancient gorges in 80s clothes 

red red wine

my bisportal status

the light right here right now

realisations that i am not the only one

friends

Hate:

funerals

feeling a million miles away

short trips home (though better than nothing)

bruises

drowning in a sea of red sand

jealousy

the smell of sewage 

idiot journalists 

idiots in general

sicknesses. and i don't mean colds. 

cancer (there, I got specific)

playing the same dull music everyday

the cost of flights outta here

forgetting how fucking awesome some people are

letting bok choy go off

disbanding

wondering where i should be 

broken mementos from overseas. (no, they are not "just thongs")  

drunk drivers

never fixing very broken bits of my clothes

tourists who freak out when you go to ride past them and jump right in your path

restricted access to alcohol

mines. especially uranium. especially 25km from your home. 

mood: Contemplative. Up after down. The Panics.  Fresh Vietnamese food under the stars.  Mega chocolate cravings in bed. 

Answers

The recurring question:

Why the hell do I live here?

The answer:

Because of my backyard!

Last night, with a hangover having well and truly invaded and violently settled in my noggin, I went camping. 

14 great people. 3 cars. 1.5hours drive (hangover + motion sickness + motion = sickness). a quick dip in a waterhole and then we were there. We ate, we set up camp, we set alarms, we slept.

We got up at 3am and climbed for 3 hours to get this sunrise view:

 View from Mt Sonder

I can't remember how to rotate an image. This is Bec and some of the mighty crew on the summit. 

A des on a ledge

Not wheat. Flies slept on these til the sun rose...then they moved to us.

We finished the 16km round trip by 9am. It was very weird to be up at that time on a public holiday and to have scaled one of the largest mountains in central Aus before breakfast. 

With shaky legs and sweaty everythings we got back in the cars and went to another waterhole. I swam in my clothes then spent the trip home with my pants off. 

THAT is why I live in the middle of nowhere. 

mood: happy. tired. full.

music: 'Africa', Sub Audible Hum cover