what's your favourite scary movie?

image from here.

melbourne's been bitchin' hot this week. like, almost as hot as black saturday.
on monday my housemate and i went to the movies and i bought a big bag of bagels and a sia CD
on tuesday i left the house only to stumble to swan st, buy ice blocks and look for a pedestal fan (of which, apparently, there are none)
and yesterday it started cooling down a little. sweet relief.

i've eaten nachos three times this week. and heaps of bruschetta. and made banana bread.

i've also watched these twice each.

despite the heat, it's been a pretty good week.

ps- i'm not happy with the idea of scream 4. how much more can sidney go through!?
i would happily watch a movie all about deputy dewey, though.

oh, sofia

last week i stretched my (already threadbare) budget to accomodate the purchase of the sofia coppola philoso-face director's cut badge after i had my main lady lisa keep an eye out for its arrival at lenko. when i took it home i did a little photo shoot with her.

note: sofia on my heart and her ex-hubby spike observing us from my wall. he likes to watch.

i snapped her onto my chest this morning on my way out and received a couple of compliments about it. after taking "sunlight through trees" photos in fitzroy gardens (which imdb claims is her director's trademark. i would've focussed more on the female-centric storylines, but whatevz) and eating a danish that wouldn't have been out of place as a prop on marie antoinette, i decided it was my day of sofia. so here i present my favourite sofia-related internet moments.

1- sufjan stevens' sofia's song

it's a great song, but what i really love about this fan video is that, among the beautiful photos of sofia is one picture of two girls, neither of whom is her.

2- an amazing article written by mr stevens, mentioning sofia at the end.

3- her lost in translation oscar acceptance speech

can we just take a moment to appreciate

a) that amazing dress

b) how cute and proud roman, francis and eleanor are

c) how she makes scarlett j sit up in her seat

d) how proud bill murray is to be her muse

e) how crap the coverage was that it cuts to crowd shots during her (presumably) cutest moments.

4- her ad for dior

this is marie antoinette set in modern times, running at 46 seconds and without all that royalty and stuff

5- lick the star

her first short film in parts one and two.

suffice to say, iheartsofia is my new favourite youtube user.

my melbourne summer holiday -part I

today was the first day of my official uni holidays; i finished classes two weeks ago, but i still had editing, presenting, writing and group meetings to get through before i really finished.

jobless and not wanting to hound my friends to spend time with me every day, i made the decision to spend more time with myself. not just hanging around my room watching dvds, as i do almost every day, but doing things.

with that in mind, i wandered into uni at about midday to download new podcasts (collecting my sister shannon's super cute 21st birthday invitation from my mailbox on the way), before jumping on a tram to nova to catch the 1:50pm showing of julie and julia.

the movie was fantastic- meryl was amazing and brought about my first (of four) little cry-fests, jane lynch was her usual hilarious self as meryl's sister (with far too little screen time), amy adams was sweet as ever- perhaps even more so with her short hair and fantastic queens apartment (although, AS IF YOU WOULD COMPLAIN ABOUT LIVING OVER A NEW YORK PIZZA SHOP! really, amy.) and chris messina, one of my dream bachelors, was not too far removed from his role as ted in six feet under (which is a compliment. oh, ted).

i played a fun little game with myself during the movie, too- each time blogs, blogging or bloggers were mentioned i tried to figure out what the mostly-elderly audience were thinking. i heard one on the way out asking his friend what "blugs" meant.

after the movie, i spent a long while browsing through borders and picked out potential christmas presents for my mum and my sister karli, browsed through beautiful cookbooks and carried around a pile of DVDs i wanted to buy, before deciding i was nowhere near being able to afford them.

i was about to jump on a tram home, before looking at the time (4:30pm) and deciding i had much more i could do with my day. i wandered down elgin/johnston st with the intention of getting a bagel from beans'n'bagels for a late lunch (and maybe a chocolate and/or blueberry one to bring home). it was sunny and there was a lovely breeze. it's days like these that really make me love melbourne, especially summer/daylight savings time when the sun doesn't set until 8pm-ish.

i wandered into a bookshop on johnston st and picked up a copy of a free magazine with tegan and sara on the cover. the further i got into the shop, the more apparent it became that i had walked into a gay and lesbian bookshop. to not appear like a prude/homophobe, i stayed and browsed and found some great books, as well as many helpful publications with such titles as "the how to guide to lesbian sex". i picked up a postcard of two rockabilly babes pashing on in a gingham-infused kitchen. it was a kitchen/cooking themed day, after all.

when i finally arrived at beans'n'bagels i was sad to see it closed at 4pm. very, very sad. i jumped on a tram, again, with the intention of going home. this time i made it inside, where i found i had no change for a ticket (after buying the postcard). for fear of a fine from trenchcoat-wearing fascists, i jumped off the tram at st vincent's plaza with no real plan of where to go.

i started walking up victoria st (or is it parade?), with the yeah yeah yeahs in my headphones. i spotted the trees of fitzroy gardens down a side street and headed towards there, walking through the park taking the odd sofia-inspired tree photo and having a little play on the swings.

i started to get a little tired as i left the park, but felt good seeing the bridge/punt rd intersection, as it meant i was near home. i wandered down punt rd, turning into rowena parade and settling down with a vanilla malt milkshake and raspberry danish at the milk bar. it was 5:30pm by this time, so the danish (which was a little slice of heaven on a plate) well and truly spoiled my dinner.

as i sat in the sun drinking my milkshake, i started writing on one of the complimentary postcards for my dad and his girlfriend, who are currently travelling around the UK, to get when they come home. it was then that i made the decision to spend a day like this at least once a week- going to different places around melbourne and enjoying my own company and thoughts. i'll leave my laptop at home from now on (once i got home and told my housemates how far i had walked, they decided it was at least 2.5km. whoo! that's a long way to lug a laptop in a shoulder bag), and bring my journal instead so i can document things i see and places i go. and i'll come home to write about them here.

melbourne is such a fantastic city. if i can't spend the next four months travelling around the country or the world like some people can, i'm going to make the most of where i can go. the train/tram lines are my limits. as is my budget; i'll aim to spend one day a week in a different place with a limit of $20 (today, all expenses included, was $20.10).

if you have any suggestions of places or events, i'd love to hear from you. if you, perhaps, want to accompany me somewhere, i can go on a date with you instead of myself (i spend too much time with her, anyway. she's always around!).

this has been the first of (hopefully) 14 recounts of my holiday in my city.

Ingredients for an unbeatable hip hop night out

1- floral tights and cheap boots with no traction (with which the possibility of slipping over and consequently being humiliated is significantly heightened)
2- patsy
3- a home-made, personalized “audiobook” to give patsy as a gift
4- beer and rude barmaids at the espy
5- greta
6- presents from greta (I picked perfume: the story of a murderer)
7- eating carbo-loaded, stomach-lining food at a table across the room from urthboy and horrorshow (cue swooning and bosom-fanning)
8- recounting bad date stories
9- talking about paul Kelly to keep me from singing from st Kilda to king’s cross
10- prince
11- sitting on the balcony rating boys in checkered shirt+hoodie combinations and discussing the possibility of that mental girl being a “lady of the evening”
12- cardboard sneakers
13- polo club
14- hip hop fans with glasses and sweater vests (aka CUTE)
15- waiting so long for horrorshow. Just soooooooo long.
16- FINALLY SEEING HORRORSHOW. Aria award-nominated horrorshow, Who I’ve missed every other time they’ve been in Melbourne/at groovin’ the moo in the past year-and-a-bit. FINALLY!.
17- Horrorshow being ah-mah-zing.

18- Solo being the perfect man (find me another 21 year old Australian hip hop MC who writes “hip hop to hold hands to”. Go on.)
19- Patsy having a toilet photoshoot with her lady of the night
20- Lupe fiasco passout stamps
21- URTHBOY! The best ginger granddaddy of Australian hip hopand quite possibly the best entertainer I’ve seen in a long time. Imagine a ginger, hip hop Michael Jackson circa the way you make me feel
22- we get around aka “THE ONE FROM THE VICTORIAN GOVERNMENT ADS!” –patsy, 2009 (that makes it sound like she’s a douche who doesn’t know urthboy at all. She does. I don’t).
23- getting much-needed water and fresh air
24- getting in a taxi to find the driver listening to book reviews on ABC radio.
25- Coming home to shower and write this, while listening to the grey space.

If we had got spur of the moment, drunken tattoos to remember this night, patsy’s would’ve said $ending out the $ignal and mine would’ve said AUZ HIP HOP 2 DA BONE (probably written in olden times font across my shoulder blades. original).

i've made it, mum!

a couple of weeks ago, i was approached by jean kemshal-bell, a writer for melbourne street fashion, asking if i'd be interested in being a part of an article on australian bloggers. as you can imagine, i was really excited and flattered about this. i'm not one to play the humble, self-depricating game when it comes to this blog- i really think of it as something i do purely to benefit myself. i have close friends who have been mentioned on here countless times who don't even read it, but that's not to say i don't love hearing from people who do.

so, today i got an email from MSF editor Emilia Terzon to tell me the article is up and, boy, what an article it is! i'm very thankful to jean for picking my blog out of the millions floating around, and for appreciating my "hilarious anecdotes and witty commentary".

now, if you'll excuse me, i'm off to let this brief moment of recognition go to my head.

bitchelorette

my housemate bought a set-top box last week (remember watching BTN in primary school and they told you about digital tv? it sounded so much like a y2k-type faux warning that no-one took notice of it. until now.) and it's changed my life. i now watch tv. a lot of it.
last night i turned on the bachelorette and was very excited to see that it was the first episode where all the potential suitors are introduced. julia had 30 men to choose from. THIRTY!
from the initial 25, though, there was maybe one cute, beardy one in a nice suit. i would've chosen him, but julia didn't. so, before going to sleep last night, i wrote a list of the 25 men who i would legitimately have trouble choosing from.
(most are beardy. i certainly have a type.)
please indulge me while i look like a creep google-image searching men.







top-bottom & L-R: stephen merchant / sergio cilli / spike jonze / sam worthington circa somersault / suffa
andrew mccarthy circa pretty in pink / jason schwartzman / conor knighton / jason mewes circa clerks II (ie. clean mewes) / justin rice
brendan sexton iii / ryan gosling / justin vernon / jim sturgess / john krasinski
floyd from 30 rock (just the character) / richard linklater circa slacker / andy bull / mike marsh / luke wilson
chris messina (preferably just in that scene from the last season of sex feet under when claire took photos of him nude in bed) / brendan cowell / b.j. novak / peter sarsgaard / jake gyllenhaal

those last two are just in there in case all these men disappoint. i can steal their phones and get maggie's number.

500 gays of bummers

if movies were classified in the same ways as music is, (500) Days of Summer would be labeled as indie-pop. Not the kind that as actually independent, but something more like the Wombats. Just as a band like this has what could (badly) be described as an “indie sound” but is signed to a major label, so is the film (which stars darlings of the independent film community Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt) playing at multiplexes all over the country/world, being advertised on channel 7 (relying on an anal sex joke to hopefully lure the Apatow-buddy-movie fans into the cinemas) and not at all legitimately independent.

That’s not to say it’s bad, though. The film is structured in a non-linear way, taking the audience back-and-forth over the 500 days of the relationship between Tom (Gordon-Levitt) and Summer (Deschanel aka female love of my life (after Maggie Gyllenhaal)). This technique was charming, though seeing the same “days” repeated several times frustrated me immensely, as it’s hard to say whether director Marc Webb chose to do this to put the viewer in Tom’s shoes- revisiting the few good times in their relationship after it has ended (no spoiler alert necessary- we see Summer dumping Tom in one of the early scenes of the film and making a pretty cute, but heartbreaking, Sid and Nancy joke)- or if, when it came time to edit, he just realised he hadn’t shot enough cutesy-lovey-dovey moments between the pair and had to rely on the walking-through the market scene and the holding-up-funny-records-in-the-record-store snippets four or five times each.

The characters in the film are pretty well-developed; Tom, a greeting card writer, has dreams of being an architect and is seen talking about and sketching buildings (watch out for the arm-drawing, which is WAY cute!) in between discussions of his love for the Smiths and Joy Division.
Zooey plays a character who I felt was a more mature, jaded version of her character Noel from All the Real Girls; it’s as though Noel left her small town, had a string of unfulfilling relationships and came out on the other side as a hot babe called Summer who is a bit of a bitch, wears high-waisted trousers REALLY well, has good hair, an amazing apartment, more varied musical interests and who doesn’t believe in love.

On the whole, the movie was sweet and fun, with a handful of genuine laugh-out-LOL moments (including a game of penis chicken, a bitter opening disclaimer and a fun dance sequence), but it tried too hard to tick the “quirky” and “not-your-average-rom-com” boxes and I came out disappointed in
a) Zooey
and
b) Myself, for waiting almost a year to see it and feeling so bitter towards it.

Three stars.

ketchup

So it’s the second weekend of October and I haven’t done a catch-up post since early july. Before I start, though, there are some questions here that need to be asked; have I done enough to make this post impressive, or will I list five events that I’ve been to in two-ish months and look like a big nerd? Will this post be more boring than these usually are? Only one way to find out!
When we left off, it was late july and I was urging anyone who reads my blog (all three of you!) to go to the birmi to see the cuckoos and richie 1250 and the brides of Christ. It was nutso- r1250&tboc were fantastic and fun and mental. I would recommend you go see them. Soon. I don’t know when they’re playing next, but whenever it is you should be there!

That same week, iash came over to have some wine at my house while we watched the goonies in my bed, shielding ourselves from the cold before we ventured to the evelyn to see the good china.
The next day I caught the train into the city and saw didge from neighbours, talking about how her mum’s parents were diplomats. She was on her way to dumpling house and I probably would’ve followed her, but I had to go to collect my bezzie forezzie zoey, who came to visit me from Brisbane. While she was here I took her shopping on Brunswick st, had some friends over for drinks and pastry treats,

went to the derby to see the greasers, went to kev’s to have lasanchos, went to frankston to go to savers with Elliott, went to giuls’ play and had post-play grill’d and wine. Before she left, I gave zoey a journal I kept during her trip, recounting all the fun things we did. It was kind of like this, only better cos it was full of lolfunny personal “you had to be there! Etc” jokes.

the next day iash and I went to the birmi and I wrote about it here. The greasers finished up their residency that weekend. The Hondas and the cuckoos supported and I had a big old drunky dancey night. I was due to go back to uni the next week, so on Sunday night jim, lucy and si came over after jim’s gig at the GB and I whipped up my famous casserole to feed us all. It was, as usual, delicious and amazing. Like a big warm hug from a really cool mum.
MIFF started that weekend, which I wrote about here and here. I saw, in order, eastern plays, no one knows about Persian cats, I need that record!, unmade beds , burning down the house: the story of CBGB , the exploding girl, cheeky girls, humpday, the loved ones, $9.99, dogtooth and bran nue dae. in between there, it became August and I had a sad weekend, made better by a trip to Rowena parade milk bar for milkshakes and a few (hundred) games of uno with my housemate. I also had a Richmond wedge afternoon with jim, before we went to the curtin for his gig supporting buckley ward’s album launch, stopping by quang’s place on the way to convince him to join us.
The next weekend iash and I met up with anton in Fitzroy to grab some delicious African food at the horn, before we found maddi and headed out to Newport to say goodbye to our friend claire and dance together in an otherwise-empty lounge room.
I also had a dumplings date with maddi that weekend. We tried some new things, were unhappy and disappointed with ourselves.
The next week, iash and lucy came over to have some drinks and watch 45-stone virgin before we headed to the birmi for a Hondas gig. never been kissed was on the next night, so I stayed home and watched that, rather than going anywhere. I’m really happy with my decision. I also went to a job interview (or “audition”) for a major juice company that won’t be named. After embarrassing myself along with over 150 predominantly school-age kids in what should more appropriately have been called “the worst drama camp ever”, I did not get the job, but now I think I know how a big brother audition would work.
That night iash, quang, Adrian, jim, lucy and I went to bebida for a delicious dinner and to watch tom’s solo set.
After another week at uni (that’s week six, in case you weren’t keeping track of this RIVETING post!), I went to dumplings to celebrate anton’s birthday that weekend and had a wondrous time. We ate A LOT, drank quite a bit, then decided to not go, as planned, to acmi to see shanghai express, but instead wander around before settling on a location in which we could drink more and play a game of charades, the anniversary party-style, away from prying eyes. After THAT we kept going on to prudence, before finally heading homesiez for a big old sleep.


a few days later (in September) i got a last minute free ticket to see lisa Mitchell, which I mentioned here. that Friday night the cuckoos had their EP launch at the birmi, where the Hondas, the greasers and the toot toot toots supported. GR8 night.

The next weekend was andy’s show at the toff, remember that one? Funny hey? On Tuesday night I had a date with kev to see paper heart at nova, and that Friday ANOTHER free movie. This one was pure shit, which I won tickets for from threethousand. Anton and I went, only to discover the film’s title was also an apt description of it. We had a dumplings date afterwards, grabbed some wine and spent a good few hours talkin’ smack. My housemate simon’s birthday was on Sunday, so I spent Saturday night making him a cake, and we (my housemates and I…and doug) spent Sunday sitting in our sunny backyard, drinking Darjeeling tea, eating cake, smoking a hookah, playing uno and watching the simpsons.


I went to see 500 days of summer with kev and jim the next Monday. Review coming soon. That Thursday morning anton and I filmed an interview with some cute german artists at rmit gallery. That night iash and I went to the gallery opening and had some free wine, before walking down to Brunswick st to see a fringe festival show…which wasn’t on, so we ended up having a beer at what we discovered was a lesbian bar, before making haste to a much manlier locale- the birmi. Anton joined us after he finished working at the gallery, and we spent the night planning birthday parties for cats with al and kristy.
That weekend was the grand final. Yay…
I made a big old potato salad and headed out to iasha’s for lunch and football-watching with patsy, ross and Kendal. After the game, we headed into Fitzroy and saw jim play at bebida, met up with maddi and anton and went next door to the birmi to see the greasers and the Hondas and just generally have a regular birmi night.
The next day was kendal’s birthday. Anton came over to my place and we whipped up a special tray of hello dollies, grabbed some wine and went up to the Fitzroy gardens. We soon changed locations to somewhere warmer and drier, and that’s how anton and I came to spend a night running around kendal’s boyfriend josh’s art studio, falling in love with certain art students, and hating on others, based only on the photos of them we saw.
The next Thursday night (in early October), our friends Andrew and richie’s band Love at this Volume made their live debut at the arthouse. How nice is the arthouse? I think it’s really underrated. That weekend I got a haircut and spent too much money on basics from sportsgirl and supre…and that’s all I have to say about that. I also went to savers and bought 2 dresses that turned out to be pretty shit when I got home. What wasn’t shit was a 3-dvds-for-$25 deal at myer. I got ghost world, before sunrise, before sunset, marie antoinette, true romance and Addams family values. AMAZING!

That Wednesday night (as in the one that’s just gone! We’ve finally made it!) si and I went to an opening at rmit gallery and had some free wine and post-gallery dinner. Right now it’s the weekend and I’m staying home. Big time. And I can’t feel like a loser about staying home cos I just spent like a million hours recounting all the shit I’ve been doing lately. Suck on that, bitches.

cupcakez II

Clockwise from top-left: vanilla-vanilla / vanilla-strawberry swirl / red velvet / choc mint

On my way home from uni this afternoon, I thought the best way to celebrate a sunny, daylights savings-y evening was with a box of cupcakes..to eat alone, in my room. Just a quick tidbit of information for you- the selection and state of the cupcakes at cupcake bakery is significantly lower than usual when you go there at 6:15pm on a Friday. You’ve been warned.
I chose not to get the sticky date flavour this time because I reviewed it here, and also because I grabbed a carrot cupcake and a sticky date cupcake (my favesiez!) when I went with my friend Matt to grab some treats earlier this week (don’t judge me). The four flavours I got were all ones I hadn’t tried before, so heeeeeere we go!

Vanilla-vanilla
The cake base is dense and thick- not cakey and dry like Bad cupcakes. Kind of like a combination between the plain vanilla cupcakes I make and crabapple cupcakes (which reign over the peasant varieties of the cupcake kingdom). The frosting was thick and pink…which made me confuse the vanilla-vanilla with the vanilla-strawberry. This would never be my first choice, to be honest. Matt got a plain vanilla cupcake when we went this week, and I just couldn’t get my head around the logic of paying $3.50 for a plain vanilla cake. I could whip up a batch of them at home for like $5. Ridonkulous. Also, earlier this week my friend Milan and I got involved in a heated muffin vs cupcake debate. He declared that muffins were better because they had “so many different flavours! Like choc chip…fruit…”, I rebutted by listing some of my favourite cupcake flavours. He told me that when he thinks of cupcakes, he thinks of plain, boring, dry vanilla cakes. I therefore resent plain vanilla cupcakes for making people like Milan think less of their more exciting counterparts.

Vanilla-strawberry swirl
I bit into this one first, thinking it was vanilla-vanilla. It wasn’t. the “swirl” in the title refers to the little bit of strawberry jam at the bottom of the cake. I thought it was mould at first, but got a pleasant surprise when I realized it was like an upside-down cupcake version of a jam drop. This cake was nice, but nothing to write home about (although clearly something to write on my blog about. Zing!).

Red velvet
I’ve had previous bad experiences with red velvet cupcakes (all from little cupcakes. Surprise surprise) which, for the uninitiated, consist of a chocolate mud cake base that’s been tinted red and a swirl of thick cream cheese frosting. Cupcake bakery also adds a candy heart to the top of the frosting, which is super cute and delicious. I really love a good savoury frosting- it makes me feel like I’m eating a proper meal instead of a big mouthful of sugary goodness…also the reason I love carrot cupcakes. That, and the fact that they’re unbeatable in the delicious stakes.

Choc mint
I really wasn’t a fan of this little one. I saved it til last, thinking it would be the dessert to my cupcake meal (like the choc choc was last time), and was disappointed. Normally I love a good choc-mint combo- give me some green ice cream or an aero bar any day- but I think the reason for my dissatisfaction with this one came from the slight coffee flavour in the base. I’m not a coffee fan and I’m not a fan of coffee bits being sneaked into my chocolate cake.

degrashion

the following is a barrage of print-screen images from degrassi junior high and degrassi high (aka all i've watched for the past two weeks), ezemplifying late 80s/early 90s teen wardrobes.

lucy fernandez aka a goddess and the woman o' my dreeeaaammmssss!

she rocked a grey leotard before american apparel knew what was up!


right after this mr colby, the pedo substitute teacher, starting getting handsy with her. topical.

lucy LOVES a good personalized sweater

she became a film director, in the show and in real life. WOMAN OF MY DREAMS!



this is what she wore to her year nine graduation dance! her previous two dance dresses were sequinned and amazing but i (tried and) failed to get a good screen shot of them.


"everybody wants somethin', they'll take your monayyyyyyy....and never give up!"

dorothy, aka arthur's dorky cousin. she helped he and yick make up after they had a fight in the cafeteria before christmas break.


joey and wheels + wheels' customised canvas backpack


the twins, heather and erika, who all of a sudden starting wearing only black and white



with spike aka hot preggers punk



the art department got lazy and started putting that sgt pepper poster in every character's bedroom


misc. hooker in a jumpsuit


caitlyn ryan aka the feminist adolescent of my dreams!
with her high-tech handbag-walkman


caitlyn loves the old shirt-tucked-into-a-floral-skirt-with-a-blazer

kathleen and melanie, who both started dressing better in high school...around the time kathleen got that abusive boyfriend




maya, the cute wheelie


cute sweater girl with the (matching) bitch friend


cute sweater girl without the bitch friend (cuter)


patrick, the cute irish musician who fell in love with spike



speaking of spike- she wore sid and nancy t-shirts before they were mass-produced for $50 each at dangerfield. she's punk as fuck!


honorable mentions:joey and liz. he liked her cos her haircut and punk clothes made her look "like she does it"


rick, the coolest, most misunderstood rebel in all of degrassi.


and finally- yick and arthur aka the funnest, worst-dressed, mixed-race, nerd besties at degrassi.

anonymous public transport love letter #9

When I used to live further away from the city, I would spend over an hour each day traveling to and from uni/almost anywhere, and would therefore have time to observe and form imaginary relationships with passengers on my trains. Since moving closer, though, I rarely spend more than 15 minutes on a tram and am only ever on a train for a maximum of five minutes, hence the fading of the anonymous public transport love letter. Tonight, though, I got a little bit more.

I got to the station after seeing a movie tonight, and noticed you waiting on the same platform, reading a book. I saw you from the corner of my eye, and was very pleased with your nice hair, facial hair, shirt, and the fact that you were reading. After waiting a little longer than usual, I boarded my train and was even more pleased to see you stand opposite me on the carriage. You offered me a brief smile, which a returned, before you went back to reading your book (a Penguin classics- not the orange ones, but one of the older, silver ones. I tried to, but couldn’t see the title). While you were wearing scuffed trainers and parachute/trackpants (aka the costume of someone I wouldn’t normally identify with), I looked past them and concentrated on your better physical aspects. You were/are dishy, as my grandma would say. When I got off at Richmond station, I excused myself to exit the door you were standing in front of. You smiled again and I brushed past your arm. It was nice.