Moving Out
December 27, 2007 by Anna Aniston
I am moving out by myself! I’ve found a place - a one bedroom flat very close to transport, and 2 blocks from my mum and sis’ place. I am excited! A place to my very very own for six months at least - 12, I hope.
A place with a door I can shut, lights I can turn off, windows I can close. I will invite people in, and then ask them to leave if I need to. Wow. No dramas. At least, not other people’s dramas.
Alone. I hope I don’t feel too lonely.
It does get lonely living on your own. Though it does have advantages too. You hafta just weigh and see.
Ha, SNAP on the haircut! Maybe you really are my twin? FREAKY thought!
This historical document is from February 2004. It might just be yet another proof to the thesis that gr8 minds think alike.
The more important q tho is who’s getting to be the evil one?
Well you KNOW that we havta take turns
If we’d be Siamese, then we’d both be totes evil.
But where would we be joined? At the hair? Please let it be the hair! Think of us in the mosh pit. Fucking eeeeeeevil.
Hair grows, so we’d grow apart as we’d get older. I’m off to mosh in like 2 hrs btw.
Aw, I don’t think growing apart is cool. Maybe if we are joined at the hip, we’ll stay together. I know we’ll always be hip.
That hippy shite should be nipped in the bud!
You’re the fuckin hippy, you communist cunt.
Hard skin, we’re hard
Boots & braces, hair cut short
Don’t do things that we are taught
Boozing and shagging
And going to the game
Life for us will always be the same
Hard Skin we’re hard
Running & fighting on a Saturday night
Life is pukka, life’s alright
We’re Hard Skin and we’re OK
You can’t touch us
We won’t go away