Just another twenty-something's musings on life, occasional rants and phone photos, and copius fashion/scenic/food/quote reblogs.

Formerly just-a-little-black-rain-cloud.

 

Homemade dairy free fairtrade chocolate! My housemates loved them too.

Homemade dairy free fairtrade chocolate! My housemates loved them too.

The closest I can get to having a garden on my little balcony <3
Mine 2014

The closest I can get to having a garden on my little balcony <3

Mine 2014

Hope you all don’t mind the spam of phone photos. I found a few instagram postings of mine that I quite liked.

A big cooking day I had a couple of months ago - hazelnut chocolate spread, vegetable curry, banana muffins, and hummus (in progress). Mine 2014.

A big cooking day I had a couple of months ago - hazelnut chocolate spread, vegetable curry, banana muffins, and hummus (in progress). Mine 2014.

So it’s my birthday in two days, but I’m going to be out of town, so today my housemates picked me up from my appointment, made me vegetarian pizza, and baked amazing cupcakes with ‘24’ inside in different coloured cake. I’ve been pretty lucky, as far as housemates go. 


Sometimes I work at the races. The shifts are fun and pay well and I need that. But I&#8217;m increasingly unhappy about the whole thing. Helping people get drunk while they waste money on an industry that hurts these beautiful creatures&#8230; It&#8217;s so amoral.

Sometimes I work at the races. The shifts are fun and pay well and I need that. But I’m increasingly unhappy about the whole thing. Helping people get drunk while they waste money on an industry that hurts these beautiful creatures… It’s so amoral.

The reaction that I have to hearing my own recorded voice doesn’t seem to apply if I’m not speaking in English. It seems I sound sufficiently like a different person that the “What? I sound like that!?” thing doesn’t register in my brain.

Interesting. (Says the girl recording herself talking about a picture of her mother while drinking cider alone in her room on a Wednesday night.)

Being content is a recurring Sunday night battle. 

Drinking tea, listening to Triple J and researching for a presentation on forced migration. 

If we’re only ever looking back,
We will drive ourselves insane;
As the friendship goes resentment grows,
We will walk our different ways.

Bad Blood, Bastille