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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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Saturday, February 09, 2002

Total shower time: 30 mins
- Getting the water temperature/pressure/direction just right: 5 mins
- Singing/dancing/thinking/having conversation with person in next stall: 10 mins
- Actual ablutions: 3 mins
- Standing under hot water dreading the cold air: 7 mins
- Conversations on way back to room: 5 mins

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Friday, February 08, 2002

I jumpeth bandwagons. Sproing! (Translation: Here's my Friday Five.)

1. What's the most romantic thing you've ever done for someone else? Arranged a night at the most decadent, gorgeous, first-class hotel in Canberra, and dinner beforehand.

2. What are your erogenous zones? Is it cliche to suggest the mind? I'm mostly choosing not to answer this for various reasons. But I will state that I'm a big fan of skin-on-skin in general, and over my back in particular.

3. How old were you the first time you had sex? Care to expound? Um... virgin. Yes, 21 and virgin. Yes, long-term boyfriend who I love dearly and virgin. I will not expound; this is my business. But I'm certainly not ashamed or bothered about it.

4. What's the most unusual place you've ever had sex? Given my response to question 3, I believe I may safely skip this one.

5. Do you have plans for Valentine's Day or is it just another Thursday? Well, that really depends on where the Male is. If he makes it up to Canberra, it's a great excuse for a wonderful dinner and other fun things. In general, it's just another Thursday. I am the most unromantic girl in the world, possibly. I don't even remember our anniversary. Mind you, I have an excuse now, since there's three of them. And after three years, the Male has given up remembering them too, since whenever he did, I'd just blink and go: "Oh, really? Cool."

That said, I think having a day purely for remembering romance encourages you to forget it for the rest of the year. Stupid. Have romance all year and fuck Hallmark.

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Dear sweet heavenly-descended beings. For the first time since first year my life resembles a soap-opera. And though I am faintly smug about the opportunity to keep up with my far more glamorous hostee, I really don't relish this return to melodrama.

Let's start this from the top, shall we?

Working bar=boring. First element. Second element is the fact that me=honest and open to a bit of fun. In a normal college atmosphere, these elements do not catastrophe make. Normal college atmosphere does not include a table full of first years. This particular table included one fellow wearing a VB T-shirt, who I would later learn was called, I think, Antonio. I kid you not.

Antonio comes up to the bar as I try to figure out the plotline of my latest fic effort, and says that the other guys are daring him to ask me for my number. Like I said, I'm honest and open to fun. I laugh, write it down, and hand it over.

Someone with more experience at being a girl than me tell me: Did I send a false message? Because he came to talk to me again, and knocked on the bar door after closing to ask when I worked there again. I felt uncomfortable. It was all innocuous, though, and no real reason to bust in and say: "Look, buddy, I have a gorgeous, wonderful boyfriend, so you're nice and all, but bugger off."

Of course, I wouldn't actually use the word 'buddy'. I might use 'sweetheart', but there are depths to which even I will not sink.

The Brute Squad are no help at all. They think I should string him along and use him cruelly. All because he lives in Johns, next door. I think I'll just not answer the phone any more. Though that's going to be tricky, considering the Male is back from overseas and wanting to talk to me.

Fuck! (Whimper.) I need a 'taken' stamp. Maybe I should just get married.

That's a bit drastic.

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Prompted by Hm, I think I'll have a vowel party. Come as your favourite vowel.

(A guy just rode past my door on a unicycle. Welcome back to college.)

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Thursday, February 07, 2002

Setting up my room to be pretty is fun. It won't last beyond living in it, and if anyone lives in their room, I do. I live in it so hard I'm practically leaking out the cracks.

(Don't ask, I have no idea what I'm saying.)

At the moment, all my stuffed toys (eleven - count 'em, I just did - if you include the two cushion animals) are posed in the armchair facing the open door, in a family-photo sort of shot. Since this is my room, also included in the 'family' is the gorgeous red sparkly star cushion Je made me. And Confucius the panda is wearing my beanie. And there's my whip. In fact, the whip is being held by a little teddy-bear dressed up as a princess who I called 'the D Bear' after the wonderful goddess who gave her to me.

J2 once told me teddy-bears couldn't be female. I think they can be, especially if they're dominatrixes. Dominatrices?

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You know you've been involved with too much X-Men media when you're driving along and think it's terribly comment-worthy to note that Scott Street meets Logan Street.

Ahem.

Hi, all. I'm back in dreay, cold, wet, horrible Canberra. I want to go back to Queensland where it's warm. Mind you, this weather is probably my fault. Due to various packing concerns, I had to wear the Rain Shoes. And since there were stupid Americans in my room and I couldn't get to my stuff, I've been wearing the Rain Shoes for the past two days as well.

So, sorry, fellow Canberrans. But never fear; I'm back in my room, the red shoes have gone far into the back of the cupboard, and tomorrow I will wear my proper shoes.

It's good to be home.

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Sunday, February 03, 2002

Once again, it might be a while until you hear from me again. I know this is going to make life bleak. But I like to think that you'll all soldier on and make the world a more random place in my absence.

Yes, I'm blathering.

I fly out of Gladstone tomorrow morning heading back to college. Arranging computer and connection may take time.

I suppose I should pack now.

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Are Creed only capable of producing heavy, weighty, emotional ballads? Blah.

The wedding was beautiful. Nardia was stunningly beautiful. Justin was stunned. It was simply lovely. And we bridesmaids had fun, rampaging through the mall with stunning hair and make-up, wearing grotty old shorts and shirts, and terrorising, calming and dressing the nervous bride.

It was wonderful. And I'm slowly coming to the realisation that two of my best friends are now married. To each other.

And afterwards, while the happy couple gallivanted around getting photos taken in improbable poses, the rest of the bridal party swigged Sovereigns (It's all sport!) and shouted coarse encouragement.

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