He’s here. I forgot how fucking cute he is. I might be smitten.
We have food on the way, we’re going to get high, wrap ourselves around each other and have a Beatles movie marathon. Turns out he can’t choose a favourite between ‘A Hard Day’s Night’ and ‘Help’ either. I don’t even need the hanky panky, this is the life for me.
With Yayoi Kusama being one of my favourite artists, I love to get all cocky and brag about going to her exhibition in London last year. But I don’t think I’ve told anyone about what actually happened when I entered the Infinity Room.
I was feeling super cool and trendy and almost 100% wanker by the time I reached it. The last part of the exhibition, the part that everyone was raving about.
I walked in and was so overwhelmed by the lights and the fact that it genuinely looked like it went on forever that I tripped over, fell and kept reaching for walls that weren’t there to help myself up. A man entered behind me and turned to his partner, “Is this part of it, is she supposed to be here?”
Thunderstorms are my favourite and there’s a biggin’ going on outside.
Mr Perfect is coming to see me tomorrow (/tonight) and I’m actually happier about it than I am anxious and that’s pretty cool. He’s leaving Saturday evening but I have the weekend off so I’m going to show him around the very little I know of Perth in the time we have and probably touch his butt a lot.
We’ve been working by the art gallery here all week so I’m SO keen to check that out now that I know it exists.
I’m not feeling my most fabulous self lately and life keeps kicking me in the teeth BUT there are some really cool things happening so I’m focused on those and I’m getting by just as best I can.
Best job in the world. I meet amazing people everyday and this lady is one of them. Caught her on the way to a funeral and I felt completely honoured that she would share her story with me. Everyday is an inspiration.