dee - viscerate.com

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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photography by Amy Q
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Saturday, January 19, 2002

God damn right, it's a beautiful day. (2 points, for the cool value.)

Well, I'm sure it was, but here it is at almost 6 and I'm wondering how come I haven't had more than fifteen minutes to myself all day. However, I do seem to have scored a possible laptop out of it, so it wasn't a total waste.

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Sent to me by Je, who always makes my day even when she's a coupla thousand kilometres away:

The Spangled Pandemonium by Palmer Brown

The spangled pandemonium
Is missing form the zoo.
He bent the bars the barest bit,
And slithered glibly through.

He crawled across the moated wall,
He climbed the mango tree,
And when the keeper scrambled up,
He nipped him in the knee.

To all of you a warning
Not to wander after dark,
Or if you must, make very sure
You stay out of the park.

For the spangled pandemonium
Is missing from the zoo,
And since he nipped his keeper,
He would just as soon nip you!

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Friday, January 18, 2002

I have new red shoes. This would ordinarily make me a tart, but these red shoes are just sandshoes. Nothing tarty about them at all. They're very spiffy. And very red. However, they give me very unspiffy blisters. Plus, when I wore them I got rained on. They will now be referred to as the Rain Shoes.

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Thursday, January 17, 2002

My own sordid ironing career, ala Shauny:

I used to quite like ironing. I used to do it any chance I'd get. Grandma loved me, because I'd always want to help her, and my Grandma irons everything.

Then there was the incident of the Barbie Skirt.

I decided my Barbies didn't look dapper enough, right, so I got all their clothes and ironed them. Everything was going splendidly until I pulled out Barbie's (and my) favourite black mini-skirt (even then I was a tramp, see?). Which stuck to the iron in a little melty puddle of goo. I was tearful. I was distraught. And though I calmed down somewhat when I realised the iron wasn't damaged permanently and Mum wasn't going to yell at me, I'd still wrecked the skirt. I'd loved that skirt!

I haven't touched an iron since. I was probably, wot, 9 or 10 at the time? Not a single iron since. I've had ironing done for me on two occasions, when various friends simply wouldn't let me leave the house Looking Like That (tm) but I've never lifted the dread beastie myself.

And now I have a bridesmaid's dress in beautiful green satin that needs ironing. Sod.

Muuuuuuuum!!!

PS: You know, gil, you really had me stumped with that email, until I came online and read my own site. And then I groaned.

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I have email again. Omigod, I am so cool.

Ahem. Let's pretend that last line never happened.

However, I do have email, after being without it since last Wednesday. Do you have any idea how absolutely loony I've been getting? I have to read my 278 emails now. See you later.

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Monday, January 14, 2002

I tried to watch the American Music Awards. I really did. But I'm sorry, there is no excuse for Puffgirl Diddly or whatever he's calling himself these days. Just no excuse.

PS: "Harry's Drug Binge!" the newspapers screamed today. Suddenly downing a couple of pints and lighting up a joint is a drug binge? Jeee-sus!

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A girl in the library fainted next to me today. Apparently I have that sort of effect on people.

I'm not going to judge her too harshly. I've been known to keel over from time to time. Including once, memorably, straight over the desk of the woodwork teacher. Whump. I remember thinking, in the warm dark behind my eyelids, that I didn't have to get out of bed until Mum called me. I lazily opened my eyes, and saw leather shoes and socks pulled up to hairy knees.

Whoops! I stood up smartly, and got sent to the sick bay. It was a good lark, that. I got the rest of the week off school, and it was only Tuesday.

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Sunday, January 13, 2002

More soccer stupidity: David (is it David? Let's say so, for now) Bellamy is a horrible little cockroach of a man. The best part about today's Newcastle vs Leeds match was when he got kicked in the shins. The worst part was when he scored a goal.

Meanwhile, another attractive midfielder to add to my collection: Robert, even though he plays for Newcastle. He got a yellow card in the match, but then again, so did half of the players. Violent game this.

PS: Now I'm getting spam about anti-spam technology. This just keeps getting better.

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I would be blogging more, but there's really nothing interesting happening to me. And I'm too hot, bored and apathetic to go out and be something interesting happening to other people.

I've got a jar of Nutella and a spoon. Is that interesting?

I also have a Glo-bug. Remember them? You stick 'em near a light and then after you turn it off, they glow in the dark. My Grandpa called him Spook.

I told you, there's nothing interesting happening to me.

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