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Things I, In No Particular Order Other Than The Order In Which I Think of Them, Love:
The smell of hot water; A really good orgasm; Six Feet Under; The clothes and apartments on Sex and the City; Airports; The gourmet food department of David Jones; The smell of the Oroton shops; A really good caffe latte; When I get to sleep in late under my doona but dont get all stuffy and overheated; Applause; A big bunch of really fresh flowers; Finishing a big piece of music; Understanding the tiniest concept of Harmonic Practises; the original Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego; Are You Being Served?; the Sister Act movies; Robert Altman movies; Cluedo; Art Deco; The clothes of the late 30's; Breakfast At Tiffany's; Audrey Hepburn
I'll add more as I think of them.
Things I, In No Order Other Than The Order In Which I Think Of Them, Hate:
The sound of a mosquito just when about to get to sleep; Not being able to sleep when you know you need to get up early the next morning; Being hungover; Gnashing my teeth; Traffic jams; Being called sweetie, love, or darling; When performers of something youve worked hard on couldnt give a shit; When administrators cant organise a root in a brothel; Subjects where you love the content, but the lecturer is painfully boring; Jemma Clones who should just develop their own personality; Big Brother; Temptation Island; People who fart in elevators; University Activism
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I May Change This Picture Regularly...
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This is Not a Photo of Me
In fact, neither of these people are me. They are from Jean Luc Goddard's landmark film of 1960- A Bout De Souffle (Breathless).
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