Bret, there's a piece of Tofu lodged in your brain, did you know that?

Tofu tofu tofu tofuu futo fotu tofu. Yes. I did infact have to go 8 whole months without the comfort of my special, magical tofu last year, but I now have a whole life time ahead of me to eat it! Now, I don't just eat any tofu. I only eat the magical kind. Which you can conveniently find at your supermarket or local green grocers. I could happily eat this magical dish forever. I have infact master the art of cooking the tofu; sealing on both sides and just at the right moment adding the MAGICAL sauce, Woolworth's soy garlic and honey marinade sauce. HOMG. Heaven right there. Try it.

s-s-s-sunday

Back in ye old days, it may have been the day of rest, but for some, it's an early rise of 6am, setting up for the one, the only, The Sunday Camberwell Market. Over the years I have bought many things from the market. Some were cheap, useless and other buys were simply mind-blowingly AMAZING. Perhaps the best purchase over these years was a pair of alpaka socks, from peru, bought in the last 4 minutes remaining of the market. A few days ago I decided I wanted to have my own stall, I then posed the question... what would I actually sell?..Hmmmm. Well. I made an elaborate list of all of the things and also found myself a side kick to help and to ward off sly sly-napolian like characters from the stall... looking to steal $2 worth of goods... the very thought makes me feel SICK. PHYSICALLY SICK. Now. I have lots to organise. So stop botering me. Now.

1.2.3.4 I have more tins than a tin can store.

Hey there good looking

Meet my friend. His name is Woody. He is sturdy, strong, doesn't mind if poke him with a fire poker, or use his face as a foot rest. All in all, I'd have to say his pretty much the perfect friend. Sometimes I feel as if Woody doesn't fully appreciate me... I don't know If I'm just being stupid, But I feel as if he is always giving me the death stare...

What can you see?

I had a lot of connecters some time ago. But they have vanished into the cosmos as most things do. Like my dog Gramps. Don't worry, I know he's happy... he is somewhere in Spain.... I think.

Hot chocolates in giant mugs. Cupcakes in tea saucers. Bugs inside of bracelets. Green paperclips in surprises. Could life be any better? Perhaps if I had 2 giant hot chocolates...

schmoo schmoooo

I like lists. I enjoy making them. I ocassionally enjoy reading them, but most of all, I enjoy completing them. As of this very moment I have two lists, no wait, 3 lists at home, calling my name out, what with their structure and focuss and gosh dam it they just look so... so.. Perfect...? UURgghhhhh I love a good list. Like birthday lists, they're the best kind. I've recently written a birthday list, I felt it was a good length, written on reliable, sturdy paper, hopefully able to withstand the contents of my mothers handbag. The pen was smooth, black of course. The heading was centered, and of just the right size. OOOOoohhh yeahh. Thats the stuff right there. I admire Goal lists. Inspiring? Yes. Realistic? No.. For example

Goals:

1. Tame hair

2. Read Jane Eyre in 10 days

3. Stop bitting nails

4. Stop drinking Chai

5. Talk less

6.Get a job

7. GET WORK EXPERIENCE

8. Learn Tutor's name...?

9. Never be late ever again

You see. I feel inspired. But lets be honest. The only thing I will ever be able to do on this list is probably to stop biting my nails. If that.

here's a list of things that my jumper currently smells like:

1. Cold Chai Latte

2. Wet dog

3. Shampoo

Heres a list of resons I think this has happened

1. I took off the lid of my thermis and the lights went green...

2. I was rained on

Why does wet wool smell like wet dog? Do sheep smell like wet dogs when they are rained on?

I wonder if you were to be blind folded, wether you'd be able to guess if you were smelling a wet dog, a sheep or a Howqua girl in woolen jumper....

s-s-s-sunday

Back in ye old days, it may have been the day of rest, but for some, it's an early rise of 6am, setting up for the one, the only, The Sunday Camberwell Market. Over the years I have bought many things from the market. Some were cheap, useless and other buys were simply mind-blowingly AMAZING. Perhaps the best purchase over these years was a pair of alpaka socks, from peru, bought in the last 4 minutes remaining of the market. A few days ago I decided I wanted to have my own stall, I then posed the question... what would I actually sell?..Hmmmm. Well. I made an elaborate list of all of the things and also found myself a side kick to help and to ward off sly sly-napolian like characters from the stall... looking to steal $2 worth of goods... the very thought makes me feel SICK. PHYSICALLY SICK. Now. I have lots to organise. So stop botering me. Now.

I'm feeling a little peckish

Whats this you ask? Oh, just my afternoon snack. I had some left over baccon from the past century and thought, hey might as well! I had so much, but I was in a rebelious and wasteful mood, so I decided to use it all..... I then found some chedar cheese in a tube at the back of my fridge, and a thought struck me... arha! I'LL MAKE A MUG AND FILL IT WITH LIQUID CHEESE. So I put my crafty weaving skills to the test and weaved the biggest baccon mug you regular sized people have ever seen, and this is the final product. Beautiful, isn't she? Her name is cecila.

So if you're ever bored in i.t or simply procrastinating because you have a hisory essay due on Monday, take a look at thisiswhyyourefat.com. Perhaps the most pointless, but entertaining site! hahah

Philippe Starck

Would you ever consider moving into your bathroom? If I had a bathroom like this... I think I most defiantly would... and perhaps even rent out a corner of it to someone, so I could make a hefty profit... and never have to go out and find a job. I could forever sit in my bathroom. Happy as a bubble.

how much is that polaroid in the window woof woof

$4.... This right here, is $4 worth of film.... hurry up Gaga!!