Trapped in the Sandpit

It looked sooo cozy

Distinctively
Me too....

Wasss up indeed

indeed courtesy of VivaleCes

Beer in WA

Mud Wrestling at Connections

On a Wednesday night...

...there is nothing else to do.

After All

Finished School now and have about three month of holidays. While my work hours keep rising I just have more time to do other things. Like last time.
We first went to flying Scotsman new place flying high, I think it was called, with a great range of beer of all different strength and tastes, followed by the bakery where the first thing i saw, just after I had admired the blow-up igloo, was a man putting a needle through hid John-Tomas into a plank and dangling it. He fell down trembling in pain from his own accomplishment, yet very proud.
The igloo however was very nice, it was cold out and even though the air wasn't that fresh at least the closed in heat generated by all the people in there was pretty nice. No smoking thou.
Now, from Friday I will basically work everyday for three weeks. So I think it is all justified.

Youre never save in Australia

Poor little Wallaby! Go Go Python!

Election

Perth Princess

I found this photo on my phone, I took it a while ago, but feel a duty to share this wonderful outfit.

Kenneth

My sister just reminded me about this creepy man who sent a personalized letter to my apartment addressed to someone who didn't live there any more, so we opened it.
It was from Kenneth, who buy the way is a Sexologist. He was planning to meet this woman at Copacabana in Hornstull, just across the street from my apartment.
In this letter he had attached a couple of photos of himself and a DVD he had made himself about his services.
One couldn't help but get chills down ones back.
Kenneth is back!

He was interview on Boston Tea Party and he has also written such hit songs as:
Jag ser dig Annicka, ta lite chips.
Listen to the song here, it is not very long and I promise it is worth it.

Last Sunday

I just finished and mailed my last assignment for the semester. It feels great. Im sitting at Dome Cafe Westend with haircurlers rolled up in my hair, neatly covered by my scarf. Now its time to get ready, I only have 2 hours and I have to find some hairspray and stuff, and if I know myself I will never be done in time.
Im going to wear my grand mothers yellow silk dress, 50s style, its so cute.
Prom night baby!

Brrroooor!