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[Nov. 21st, 2008|09:51 am] |
OH HAI teh illz, I really am glad that you climbed aboard my glandular system while I was breathing you in through recycled air on a plane.
Grrrr.
Faint were amazing last night, pity me and the Curtusesseseess were old and boring and tired and it was a school night and we didnt rock out.
Bed please? |
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| **for sale** H&M bustier top - $24 |
[Nov. 20th, 2008|06:33 pm] |
to buy, email closetcupcake@gmail.com
CLOSETCUPCAKE.COM
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| Misheard lyrics #93147 |
[Nov. 20th, 2008|05:26 pm] |
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do it with him today?
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray takeaway
Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly fries
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like Roger Moore
Oops. Food-obsessed much? |
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| In the Land of the Blind |
[Nov. 20th, 2008|10:08 am] |
Yesterday after work I did a pleasant jaunt up to ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) miss_newham's pad in Lower East Side Clapton via the time-honoured method of walking in roughly the correct direction until getting there.
Which meant that I found myself at one point on a street I'd never been on before (Amwell Street), which had what seemed like some kind of old-fashioned Victorian-style provender shop, all antique lettering and wooden floorboards, lonely and out of time. That combined with the close-set darkness and the looming local church made it seem like a street corner marooned in history, that I'd wandered into the set of a period TV show or something. I popped in a grabbed a bottle of wine. I was going to ask if they had a bag I could carry the wine in, but a certain something about the place seemed to suggest I would be unwise to do so. Subsequent research reveals my instincts were correct, though I hadn't at the time noted the place was called Unpackaged.
London has a fair number of lonely Victorian thoroughfares, which only really come into their own when it's dark and you can't see the looming towers and other modern buildings around, when it's just olde-worlde pubs, gleaming tiles and bespoke lettering advertising products that have long since ceased to be manufactured. De Beauvoir Town (pronounced "De Beaver", so I like to mention the area whenever possible*), for example, has some rather grand streets which fairly cry out for gaslight street lamps. And there is the odd recent phenomenon of shops trying to look Victorian, like A. Gold in Spitalfields or Hope & Greenwood sweetshop in East Dulwich. Well, all the best to them, and I suppose it makes things more interesting than another corner store.
* Though other French-y type names like "Theydon Bois" I usually like to pronounce the French way. I don't know why: it's childish habit. |
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[Nov. 19th, 2008|10:10 pm] |
just watched the last episode of season 4 of BSG
WHAT THE FRAAAAKKKK
also fucking sick of flatmate tommy not fucking cleaning up. i came home from la to a fucking state of a flat and when he saw i was home he went straight in to clean his dishes [too fucking right] and clearly hasnt lifted a finger since. i wouldnt mind if he hadnt spent about an hour a few weeks ago lectuing me on washing up after myself. its fucking gross. i really dont know if i can live with him much longer. |
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| 49 Icons |
[Nov. 19th, 2008|07:03 am] |
One Tree Hill, The OC
Teasers:
  
here @ jessla |
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[Nov. 19th, 2008|11:34 am] |
This photo is hilarious. From the first BC gig - and proof that I have always been 'in' the band. |
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[Nov. 19th, 2008|08:58 am] |
Went to see the Wombats last night with Matt. They were great! The crowd was annoying though and we spent alot of the time discussing how old we felt. I am certainly too old to have beer thrown all over me, and Matt had to pull me off some girl at one point before I got a tad violent. Oh how I miss being 19 and thinking it was funny to push random people around at gigs. I mean honestly, young people have no respect.
I got home last night to hilarious emails from various Americans, which is optimistic, maybe we will all actually stay in touch this time.
I really love working with Alex. Its so good having a friend whos not a work friend in the office and every morning he comes in all smiley and cheers me up if I'm in a bad mood [which I often as it is the morning]. I'm so happy I got him the job and that he is sticking around. Today he gave me a random present from a preview he went to last night. Hurrah!
The 90s at 9 are on. I hate Sixpence None the Richer.
Today I have to disassemble the Prince Caspian display, and work out how to get the sexy part of it home. I bought the DVD yesterday, for many Prince Caspian spaff moments.
I'm very annoyed that I can't watch things on Hulu - you have to register. Dangit! I have given up watching the news before work and have realised I have a whole hour at the beginning of the day I can use to watch the PILE of things I have to watch on DVD/The Internet. Wonderful. Its all about time management. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2008|03:47 pm] |
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The theme for our christmas party is 1970s and iw ant to go as someone really fucking cool. suggestions please? |
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[Nov. 18th, 2008|01:49 pm] |
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If its at all possible, I feel even worse then I did this time yesterday. |
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| The Power of Cheeses |
[Nov. 18th, 2008|10:54 am] |
So, cheese. Last night I visited the ever-dependable John Lewis Food Hall cheese room -- fast becoming one of my favourite places, and certainly the first place I visit when I step into John Lewis, whatever it is I'm looking for (new shoes, in this case).
There's one woman there who is always really enthusiastic: you get her started and she'll have you trying everything. She was helping another customer, a woman who was in there collecting cheeses for some kind of gift pack -- enthusiastic as ever, she was proclaiming their tasting a world tour of cheese and invited me along while I was engaged with the other, more taciturn, assistant. (When I left the store about 20 minutes later, they were both still in there trying more.) However, one that she was foisting on her customer was Brillat-Savarin.
Brillat-Savarin is the king of all cheeses.
Which is, yes, overstating for the sake of a punchy headline. A really good brie (like the Brie de Meaux I also bought) or hard cheese has more complexity and subtlety at times. But Brillat-Savarin is a punchy headline cheese. Almost unbelievably soft and creamy, really direct in its appeal to the taste buds. Reading the Wikipedia article, I am now keen to open a bottle of champagne. That might be going the wrong direction, but I think if you have an occasion that merits opening a bottle of champagne, then it also merits some Brillat-Savarin.
In other news
There is no other news. I still have some left at home, and this day can't end soon enough. Cheese will be my downfall. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2008|08:53 am] |
I can't stop listening to THIS SONG. I feel exactly how the Pevensies must have felt at the end of Prince Caspian. Urgh, coming back and ending up on the Underground? Shoot me now.
Jet Lag is a fucking CUNT and I HATE IT.
Also, I'm going to be an Aunty. W. T. F. And I appear to be the only member of my family who told my sister off. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2008|01:52 pm] |
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I am having out of body experiences and feel very, very strange. |
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| Back and Forth |
[Nov. 17th, 2008|01:01 pm] |
Yesterday, I travelled the entirety of South London, and it was quite tiring.
From Worcester Park, where I stayed up all night on Saturday drinking wine and watching a televisual programme apparently documenting the hundred top s3xiest people ever -- though I dispute its findings, given that Angel1na J0lie was at number one, which is absurd -- to Royal Festival Hall, loud with the sound of parping and swinging (we're talking jazz here). Walk to excellent Roger Hiorn's sculptural piece inside ex-council house (called "SEIZURE", look it up, it finishes the end of this month), covered floor to ceiling in blue copper sulphate crystals, lovely lovely. Here is me looking at it:
Jaunt to East Dulwich: pubs filled with people at 3pm. Pls leave, hungry and tired. Eventually found lovely Blue Mountain Cafe, lovely quiche, lovely, then Lewisham for pub, and home for DVDs.
On Saturday, I'd been in the pub enjoying the witty repartee no, actually witty repartee amongst whizzerandchips and friends. Didn't say much for myself, but headed off home to change into costume for "nerd"-themed party in Highbury. Turned out that dressing nerdy is surprisingly do-able for me. Put on bow tie and broken glasses, voila. Bottle of wine there, then to aforementioned Worcester Park for later-evening boozing.
There's not much else to tell. It was sociable weekend. I might just sit at home for the rest of this week, though I want to check on various pub quizzes. Also, oh yes, must book appointment with dentist to fix teeth, bah. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2008|10:19 am] |
This is the only photo I have to share so far
Shortly after this was taken, Obama became President. |
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| I'm Considering A Move To LA |
[Nov. 17th, 2008|09:34 am] |
[she's considering a move to LA]
Back to life, back to reality
And other song titles which remind me of my current feeling.
I've been awake since god knows o'clock thinking its 8pm and wondering what is happening back across the pond. Its not America that I miss at all, its the people.
It was the weirdest feeling being back in my flat drinking a cup of tea. Felt like I had just got the tube from Evanns place and that I'd see her and Chris again like I see all of my friends over here, all teh time. Weird how hanging out with people I see once a year if I'm lucky feels as natural as seeing the people I see every day. I miss them already. I hope we stay in touch a hell of a lot better then we did before.
Everyone at my work suddenly has a 'tache for MOVEMBER which is hilarious, I had totally forgotten about that. A jetlag induced headache has just set in and I don't know where to start. Pictures will be in Flickr just as soon as I get around to resizing them, it took forever to upload them last night. I haven't decided if its good to be back yet. I did miss home alot [Once again I felt while I was away that London really IS my home] but its cold here, it was dark when I left for work, and my flat is a fucking disgrace. Charlie Munchers is coming home tonight though, and I will be happier then. |
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[Nov. 16th, 2008|05:01 pm] |
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Roswell [20]
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Gossip Girl [14]
FNL [17]
Sophia Bush [7]
Rachel Bilson [6]
Blake Lively [4]
Hilarie Burton [2]
Jessica Szohr [4]
More here @ my LJ
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| She Has A Thousand Ways To Make You Sorry |
[Nov. 15th, 2008|09:08 pm] |
Each day I am becoming more and more terrible. Sometimes I think my brain is making bile. Now that I've seen just how easy it is for me to get what I want, what is to stop me from seeing how far I can push it?
Too much praise and attention can warp a girls mind.
Soon i'll be unstoppable.
Ha. |
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