I went ice skating last night! Of course I fell on my patella. <pout>. I did also manage to stand upright and skate along at several points. Yay! If you like the hot hot hot look of a terrified rabbit in a spotlight, then Anna skating was “Sex on Ice”.
I didn’t manage to make it to my mad picnic, though.
I spent most of Saturday in the sun painting a tall stool (no, not a poo as my mum understood). I’m transforming it from black vinyl to purple seat and yellow legs to match the interior of my apartment. The painting made me feel all lovely and creative. Its a feeling that I’ve missed.
Marley absented herself from my life for 24 hours over the weekend. I finally found her playing “jungle girl” in a special hiding spot in the neighbor’s grass. She pounced on me, raaaaar!
Today at Sydney uni, I thought I saw a thinner, sportier, happier version of Souvarine. Fucking freaky. He walked past me, and I almost turned an followed him. Am I losing it, or what?
