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GIRL
Diana Evans
called Dee
since May 25th, 1980
terrorising inner-city Melbourne
consuming flat whites
producing words, hers and other people's
contact dee [at] viscerate [dot] com

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consisting of personal reflections
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Thursday, October 05, 2000

Yeah, I know I said I was going, but I just found this page and I just have to link it because it's just so cool and I have to keep using the word "just". But anyway:

Found after a link salaciously titled "Nudie Pics".

Tee hee hee.

5:20 PM - link to this - (0) comments

I'm a-goin' back to Canberra. Yessir. Tomorrow. So don't expect any further communication from me until Saturday, probably.

11:21 AM - link to this - (0) comments

I am getting so many bizarre search referrals. My favourite is definitely "viscous dog pictures" though.

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Wednesday, October 04, 2000

Bah humbug and a surrey with a fringe on top. In spades! (Yes, it's definitely time I went back to university. One month off is too much for any poor girl used to a permanent internet connection and frequent and total privacy.)

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Perform following while wearing large floppy hat, big sunglasses and making suitable sweeping gestures in keeping with the lyrics or merely for the hell of it. Kiss-kiss looks towards the audience are also necessary. Failing this resort on the internet, I shall include zany (look, Ry! It's the word "zany"!!) links as interest dictates.

Baby you can drive my car,
'Cause yo! I'm gonna be a star.
Baby you can drive my car,
And maybe I won't tell your parole officer.
Meep meep, meep meep; Yeah!

(Deep and meaningful guitar solo...)

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I am going to see the Cure as a depressant aid for A. Not that I don't live in some sort of mildly amused awe over Robert Smith (I can even concede at least a semi-divinity for him), but I don't feel the spittle-inducing delight over his presence that characterises, say, J2. But A says he wants me there, because the Cure depress him and he wants someone to hug when he feels that way. All things considered, I guess I would prefer it to be me and not J2. Not that there's anything wrong with that... (Bizarre, isn't it? I never even watched Seinfeld and I can still quote it. Why is this sitcom entered into the cultural communal consciousness?)

8:10 PM - link to this - (0) comments

Does this font make me look fat?

With just about 36 hours between me and the return flight to Canberra, my sanity level is approaching the horizon and accelerating.

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Tuesday, October 03, 2000

Ta-daa!! I can eat spaghetti while typing. (You would be more impressed if you could actually see me doing it.)

7:35 PM - link to this - (0) comments

I have curly hair again. I feel all Nikki Webster. I shall bite my tongue now. (And incidentally, Shauna, I perfectly understand what irritates you about that child. And indeed all child performers. Especially ones that grow up into Tina Arena.)

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More about that stupid Battlefield Earth:
Me: And I think John Travolta should be sent to his room so he can think long and hard about what he's done.
A: he is a scientologist. in this situation, he had no choice. this was a form of hero worship, i would imagine.
Me: Were I L. Ron Hubbard, I would denounce John Travolta as a traitor to the cause. It really is a bad movie.
A: were you l. ron hubbard, you would probably think that this was as good as movies got.

10:32 AM - link to this - (0) comments

Go Nicci, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind!! (Does interesting pseudo-cheer thing with pom-poms made out of clowns' wigs.)

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Monday, October 02, 2000

I am feeling so incredibly apathetic about my email at the moment. It has to do with this limited access thing, I think. So if you try and don't get through to me, hit me over the head with a salmon and try again. And I apologise mightily.

And PS: Yes, Mallory, we should definitely do something about this. For starters, I think I need to hear it, because I'm apparently missing out big time! (I thoroughly approve of voices that prompt hormonal imbalance. Umm... did that come out right?)

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I watched things like Rage and Video Hits (music programs) last weekend, which reminded me of why I don't do that usually. Apart from the fact of not having truly ready access to a television, there's a certain desire not to subject myself to that sort of brain-numbing nonsense. Why does it all have to be dance music? And why do they all have to dance like that? And why, oh why, must everyone have the latest fashions in clothes, hair and attitudes? Gurk.

6:56 PM - link to this - (0) comments

Kr: Hee hee group vomiting
Me: LOL
Kr: Forget group orgies...
Me: Vomiting is the way of the future, dude

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Sunday, October 01, 2000

Statement of declaration for this week:
  1. I will take time to myself.
  2. I will attempt to make my peace with the cosmos.
  3. I will be wicked at least once.
  4. I will be an angel at least once.
  5. I will miss A (just to have something that will absolutely no trouble whatsoever).
  6. I will go to bed now.

8:13 PM - link to this - (0) comments

Shauny.org!! What more can a good girl ask for?

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John Travolta has been summarily sent to his room for being responsible for the atrocity that is Battlefield Earth. I want him to think long and hard about what he's done. Sure, I can see the bones of the story in its written, novelised, LONG form being potentially quite good. But recycled scene ideas, wooden acting and (above all) scrolling scene changes ala Star Wars do not a saga make. I firmly believe this movie is only good for Mr Travolta's own mildly entertaining performance as the madly chuckling evil-doer, and for the take-the-piss value.

And every time I saw those fighter pilots I thought of the Brownies out of Willow. Honestly, how are you expected to take anything seriously after that?

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I never feel as seedy in Canberra as I do in Gladstone. The morning after the night before is always worse here. I don't know why. Perhaps the heat, the humidity, is what makes feeling hungover so much more of a trial. It's a thought to bear in mind.

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