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

SITE
viscerate.com
consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
archives here

Saturday, February 23, 2002

My Friday Five: better late than never?

1. Hey, baby, what's your sign? Do you think it fits you pretty well? Gemini. Well... yeah. When people talk about Gemini's, they tend to toss around phrases like: "Brilliant, but flighty." And words like "fickle" and "two-faced". Given to pretense. Creative. Things like that. Mostly, it fits.
2. What's the worst birthday gift you've ever received? Nothing springs immediately to mind. At the moment I'm a bit pissed off about this year's birthday present, because it's a laptop that isn't working for me, and hence I'm getting very annoyed at it. But when it gets fixed, I'll be a happy little camper.
3. What's the best birthday gift you've ever received? Hard to say, really. The stereo was a good present. As was the computer. But for the actual feel-good factor, last year's combined college present, which included a huge swathe of things, but it was the thought and effort that had gone into the organisation, and the obviously large number of people who contributed, that made it such a good present.
4. What's the best way you've celebrated your birthday thus far? My first year, the year I turned 18. It involved a chocolate cake, a room full of balloons, and a great deal of random behaviour. It was just good fun, nothing fancy, just shinanigans in my room.
5. What are your plans for this weekend? Sleep, sleep and more sleep. Plus, I finish work, and there are 117 first years to meet. Hah!

6:40 PM - link to this - (0) comments

My life is, in this fifteen-minute space, defined by:
  • Complete and utter inability to download Linkin Park's "In The End" due to fascists.
  • Craving for a McFlurry.
  • The smell of rotting greenery. I think it's time I bowed to pressure and got rid of my Valentine's roses.

6:17 PM - link to this - (0) comments

Me: I'm still a little tipsy.
G: i'm very tipsy i had the last beer (not including the one that gavan open then resealed
Me: you cvan reseal a bear?
G: no
Me: I'm just going to leave that sentence as the work of drunken art that it is.

12:58 AM - link to this - (0) comments

Drunk, drunk, bored, sleepy, exhausted and drunk.

Wondering how the hell I'm supposed to (a) work and (b) be pleasant and welcoming to first years tomorrow when I doubt I'm going to wake up until 4pm on Monday.

I am Dee, watch me yawn.

12:40 AM - link to this - (0) comments

Friday, February 22, 2002

"Where'd you get that?"
Spoils of war.
"Of war?"
Yes. I killed a man and took it from his still-warm corpse. I was going to take his ears too, but the elephant cavalry arrived and I had to retreat.
"What??"
I found it while cleaning.

I am back. The Male has left, unfortunately, and I probably won't get to see him again for at least a month. Cleaning continues to dominate my time, and it's shitting me off. But that all ends on Sunday. I'm not sure I'm ready for this influx of new people, this plethora of first years that is just about to descend upon my head.

Fun is having FTP back. And hence I have started on some redesigns. First up, the personal section. Pretty pictures of me and all. Or something. I think my monitor is set lower than every other monitor in the world; the pictures are supposed to blend to black, but don't do it on the monitors downstairs.

10:28 AM - link to this - (0) comments