Just another twenty-something's musings on life, occasional rants and phone photos, and copius fashion/scenic/food/quote reblogs.
Hope you all don’t mind the spam of phone photos. I found a few instagram postings of mine that I quite liked.
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.
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.
Bad Blood, Bastille