The best things in life are feeds

All my favourite things to eat, in a particular order (being that which they came to mind) but not ranked, except for the first one, number 1!

1. Tomatoes- anywhere, anytime. bite into them like an apple. the best. it breaks my heart working in hospitality and having to process the customer's request to have their meal without tomato. They're not even allergic because I ask them if they don't want tomato sauce or relish and they're like "oh nah, they're fine" THEN WHAT'S YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM
2. tinned beans- baked beans, 4 bean mix, whatever
3. tinned corn
4. raw green beans
5. chocolate up and goes- I know they're a drink but they're basically blended weat-bix
6. weat-bix
7. rice
8. ricotta
9. rice with ricotta- what you do is you cook your rice on the stove so it's watery then you serve it in a bowl, add a little bit of butter, a shit load of ricotta and then put parmesan cheese on top. this was the lunch of my childhood!
10. cheese- ALLL CHEESE
11. love heart bread- like the loaves you get from the continental deli
12. peanut paste and vegemite mixed together
13. peanut paste, vegemite and jam mixed together- it disturbs me that I know it tastes like vomit and that i still love it
14. vegemite with a spoon
15. Dirtbag and Blogbear's fried banana- preferably cooked drunk
16. banana on toast- plain golden toast with banana placed ontop in circle slices, non of this mushing or butter
17. onions in a bun- like a sausage sizzle but no sausage and you get to put loads of sauce yummmm
18. chili
19. lentils
20. plain boiled cabbage- I thought this would be really average but one time when my mum was away my dad cooked this for us almost every meal and it was so fucking delicious
21. stewed apple
22. water crackers
23. water crackers with Philadelphia cream cheese and sweet chili sauce
24. raw pasta
25. natural yogurt- the real natural kind that's sorta sour
26. spring onion
27. AAALLLL FRUIT
28. cheese and gherkin sandwiches- preferably toasted
29. pasta with the red dots aka spaghetti with salmon and caviar
30. salt and pepper squid
31. those oval baby biscuits
32. ginger snaps
33. honey joys
34. bok choy
35. saucy broccoli
36. porridge
37. vita-weats
38. grilled eggplant

Risky Buisness

University... alright. so i was going to write a post about how university sucks because if you dare to make friends and they end up to be creeps you're kinda stuck "knowing" them and then you may be forced to sit with them in lectures or just seeing them around the campus could become really awkward, therefore stating that making friends, wait not even that, TALKING to people at uni is very risky... HOWEVER. right as i opened this post a boy who I've nicknamed Marc or Cutie with the Lisp and who I don't actually know but I've stared at him on my bus a few times and maybe spied on him with his girlfriend once (le chagrin) just entered the room I'm in.

Now... a different risk to the one that I had originally meant to explore in this post has arisen.... can he see what I'm writing o0oO0oO0o0o0O00ooOo

Away

She lies there waiting, her legs creating two triangles as her knees face the cracks in the ceiling.

He looks over at her and he finds himself looking for the significance in this relationship, not the success. He knows that there are those who fling the words like synonyms but you can't use those two words interchangeably.

She flicks her dry hair over her shoulders and brings her hand up to signal the come hither with her fat fingers. The only thing he's thinking is that he can barely see her knuckles. He moves over as slithers her body, slithering because she thinks it's sexy. She's in control of her body, moving the way she thinks he wants to see her when really it just pisses him off. Her smell is always covered by some sort of flowery scent or teenage body spray. Oh but now he can finally smell her for who she is and now he can see the sweat stains through her flimsy white shirt, and you know what? It fucking stinks. He dips his head and not long later she's quivering and saying yes, more, stop, fuck, not, more, than, one, syllable.

The question of what do you want to be when you grow up lies beside him. Amongst everything in life about doors closing and jumping through windows, about lemons, about the world as his oyster, as the options in life being infinite, about hard work paying off, there hangs something heavier than all that is inspiring. The possibility of dying in the same city you were born, living in the same radius you'd rode around as a kid, never seeing the cities you said you would live in, better yet, not making enough money to see those cities.

She laid next to him in her damp spot, whilst his bony back curved away from her.

Originality written: 19/8/10

I have no idea what I was on about less than half a year ago but I decided to write a bit more.

Gretel Says

Gretel: When I'm an adult I want a big black car, definately a merc... actually I wouldn't mind a white one. Yeah black or white, I'm multi car-ltural!

Originality written: 11/3/10

And so the plot thickens

OH MY GOD DIRTBAG AWKWARD

well this is odd. BlogBear has gone to bed before me. She wished me good luck with finishing my Lit essay and was gone before i had time to reply. I don't actually have any intentions of doing it tonight. I don't know where she got the idea from that I would. I mean, yes it was due a very long time ago but she should know me better than that. Although how can she truly know me when I'm not in bed yet. I seem to be acting unlike myself. or rather like my old self.

Since I'm not busy writing an essay I'll take a moment to say a few things about two things australians seem to love and which i don't particularly.

1. Jeggings

I think that they hit off so well with the general australian populace because the general australian populace is really dumb. I beleive that they're under the impression that jean leggins are the step above skinnylegged jeans in terms of being tight, and of course tight means pulls your fat in which equals skinny (er). But infact, leggings don't work in the same way as jeans. Denim is strong, sturdy and thick material. Whatever leggings are made of (I'd say lycra but i saw a particularly heinous breed of jeggings by Ed Hardy and god knows what they were made from) is not. They are thin and elasticy and that's why they're so comfortable. You see, leggings do not work in the same way that skinnylegged jeans do because rather than pull your fat in, it allows it to wobble all the while moulding around your cellulite dimples. In these people's minds the skinnylegged jeans was the biggest innovation the fashion industry had ever seen until it got out done by the miraculous jean legging, "oh my it's just the tightest kind of jeans ever!!"- NOT

2.Miranda Kerr
God, everybody just loves Miranda Kerr, don't they. Well you know what, no only really Australians do. The Australian media loves to make out like she's doing so well on the international runways and so what if she is, those people are dumb too. Not really, I'm just really angry. My problem with Miranda Kerr is that i believe most people only like her because they've been told she hot. That's it, been told! She is constantly being labled as the hottest chick out but really I've seen waaaaaaaaaaaay hotter, way hoter australians even. Everyone thinks that just because she's a Victoria's Secret Angel that she's this mega babe. Uh-huh. Have you seen how hot the angels used to be. There aren't tits anymore, only push up bras. These girls are no where near as hot as they used to be, even doutzen's gotten skinnier. So my point is you can't just say she's an angel therefore hot because these angels are nothing compared to the old standards.

So there's her 'hot' body gone. Next, her face. Have you even looked at her face? I doubt it. And if you have it's only to see her dimples which aren't the good kind but rather the fucked kind which pinch at your like taylor swift's eyelids. gross.

I only say all this because I'm sick of EVERYBODY loving Miranda Kerr. I don't believe it. I understand that everyone has differences in opinion just like how BlogBear used to tell me Hana Soukupova was ugly. Fair enough, I came to accept it but the thing is, THIS ISN'T YOU OWN ACTUAL OPINION!!! You are just being fed this idea that Mirana Kerr is hot. There are so many hotter girls out there. Also if you're going to use that she's now on the international runways so she's therefore doing somethign right as one of your points, sure, and then look at her alongside all the other models and realise they shit on her. seriously.

Originality written: 9/8/10

In a while crocodile

When he left, when he stepped away, I missed him every day and it stopped. Where my blood no longer ran deep. I had thought it would and when it stopped I imagined it would never come back.

Originality written: 8/11/09

I'm not even sure who wrote this.