We’ve a new flat. Its Chrisbee’s flat in Mt Cook. Thus you’ll all know where to come for the house-warming.
Yay for living in town! No more train rides at eleven on a friday night surrounded by drunken rugby supporters.
Sharing with someone from circus and someone else. Three girls and me, we shall have to have tea parties for the dollies and sewing bees and lounge around on hot days fanning ourselves and wearing summer dresses with bold prints.
And in other notes, I got burnt at four p.m., ffs!And I’m hoping that Crisbee et al will leave at least one of the playstations, coz you know, I like to pretend to be a boy sometimes.
And Ken is still going for the world 24 hour unicycle record. When we dropped by, he’d just knocked off 160 km, half-way, in eight hours, so another 160 km in another eight, then its all gravy. So the post-party party tonight will be the Basin Reserve, coz hallucinating unicyclists love drunken goths at 1 am.