Things I hate doing #1

Putting a goddamn duvet cover on. I HATE that shit. Ugh and I have TWO to put on. Kill me now.

I want hair like this

Image from we like hair

Accessories for your person or some other creative title.

 

Here is one for Liv

Making gifs keeps me occupied when i'm bored. So here is your birthday GIF Liv.

Love is like a David Bain jersey...

 ...All the colours of the rainbow.

Went to open mic night last night with Angie, Brown were playing. As much as I love their album I was yet to see them play, until last night! They were splendid. Oh the joy of hearing songs you like played live. Well any songs played live are little ear treats I suppose. I was so happy that they played my favourite song. Woo. Here it is in case you were wondering. Kosmonavt. You can listen to it for free, or download it and stuff. Oh the Interwebs!


And yes, that is about it. I hate working with a half-hangover...bluuuggghh. But yay for a renewed love for Brown.

Copycat

 

Written by Ross.

Critters

Buttons on a bag

.....More Button Crafts.....

This purse belonged to a lady sitting next to us at dinner last night. Aidan snapped this pic while she was at the loo. The button craze must be spreading k. You trend setter you

Gross things #2

Theres this guy who frequents the streets of Dunedin hockering on the footpath. Today I found this gem on the stairs at my work. I'm fairly certain it was him, I've seen him in our building before. 

Gross things #1

These have been popping up all over Dunedin at the moment. What the hey? The other day I saw a car with just one set of eyelashes, what the hey hey?

The thirst

I have a new favourite drink, its so delicious that i'm going to fill you in so that in times of intense thirst, you too can be quenched.

Apple + Pomegranate fruit syrup and sparkling water. Sooo good. Maybe a dash of vodka wouldn't go astray either.

A Fred in a basket. 

Crafter a hard days work....

I bought a jar of buttons at butterflies and so i went a bit button mad...

Sunglarses

Button mirror

Photo frame

Ring

De ol' classic feather earrings

Bowtie flower earrings

Something that may appeal to your inner hippy (i'm looking at you Lou)

Here's some instructions on how this blonde babe made this thingamabob. Mr. Kate - doohickey

Read this if you like reading things that are good read

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html

Ross' Secret Stash

As i was watching Ross look for some crayons for me to take into my exam, i saw him open up this box. They are empty. A box of empty eclipse tins. Apparently him and George used to buy tins of them and put them all in their mouth for a laugh. Then spit them all over the footpath. Classic.

Oh how i laugh at this. Isn't it an odd thing to have stored away :)

Poster for Mandy

Why is it that when you really wanna go out, or just get out of the house, or pretty  much do anything else rather than study for a goddamn exam everyone is busy. Is there anyone out there on this Saturday night that is not busy? The answer to that my friend is a big whopping no. Perhaps there is some secret conspiracy type situation i am not aware of whereby men in suits and hats are going to come into the doors of all homes to do their annual backup of data from all of the secret microphones that are in our smoke alarms, blenders and kitty litter trays. They have organised for everyone else to be out but me, i slipped through the radar because i am nothing more than background noise and because i wear an anti tracking device - of which i did not know was such a thing -  in my ear. Now what do i do? Do i sit here with Fred and wait? Are we safe? What do i watch while i wait? Should i make toast? All of these questions are creating a whirlwind in my head and escaping through the plughole which is reality.



No more movies. The Adjustment Bureau has filled my head with more rubbish than a rubbish store. STUDYTIME.

Stream Bon Iver if you are that way inclined

Favourtie FB status

Brown

Suppose I happen upon a snail; Big. Worthy. Larger than I. His shell contains swirls of what I can only ascertain to be an arabic script. Do I ask him what the hell he is doing in my kitchen and why he didn't select a more floral habitat for his secretions? I gag at the thought of him answering me in any language.