Please Feed the Writer...

It has just been brought to my attention that I'm still on blogwatch after... what, a year?

Anyhow, I really don't come here much anymore, and I don't really enjoy what the AFI boards have turned into. I'll still drop by from time to time to post in a few threads, but there'll be no more blogs.

I've deleted most of the blogs I had on here, as most were angst ridden or crap that I'd rather future employers and such wouldn't want to see. Have left up a few that made ...

So, this is how I see it running.

I turn up, hair upswept, stunning red dress and fucking massive platform shoes that nobody can see under said dress. Black limo, John Krasinski on my arm (hence the large shoes) and some form of sparkly diamond necklace.

We arrive, chat a little to the Australian correspondant, rave about my dress and my first screenplay being nominated. I make some witticism in an accentuated accent to show everyone at home just how occa I am, John ...

Miss me? Notice that I was gone? Aw. You're too kind.

Here is just one of the many things I did in my extended absence from the internet.


Also, I live in a fantastic new house with air-conditioning, I start my Masters on Monday and I'm dying my hair.

That is all! I've missed this place so very much.

I have a house!

For the first time in my entire life of renting (four years now, I believe), I have had luck with a house. Two years running, I got the seventh house I applied for (and it took two very stressful months each time) and it would invariably be a shitty house because I'd always lower my standards out of desperation. Hence I currently live in a big sixties nightmare with a broken shower. But this year... One week. And one application! And it's a NICE HOUSE!

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Is the fact that so many people seem to be using @ such and such in their posts a horrible side effect of the fact that half of us are now on Twitter?

Make it stop!