they fit together like love on a letter

you could be the thief that id give the key to

Sunshine on my window...

I can't believe I'm still up.
watching movies.
with my sister and five of her friends.
we watched nicole kidman die, ewan mcgregor cry and heath ledger seduce julia stiles.

good stuff.

Least mathsy study night ever.
great stuff.
lots of random flirty moments, and he drove me home in his utter bomb of a car.

And for those few who give a damn, his family keeps the big bottle of tomato sauce in the pantry and the one they top up and use in the fridge.

im sure I can convince him :)

this sweet madness...

I want to ask you stupid questions.
I want to ask you what type of cereal you like, whether you like vegemite, whether you drink tea or coffee, whether you want to stay in adelaide or move away, I want to know if you wanna be a dad, and if so how many kids and have you ever wondered what you'd name them?
I wanna know your favourite movie and your least favourite TV show.
I wanna know what advertising jingle makes you want to punch babies, or if you're too chilled to give a damn, or if you don't even watch much TV.
I want to know what kind of old person you wanna be, or if you've even ever thought of it.
I wanna know your favourite season, your favourite time of day, your favourite type of tree.
You favourite flower.

I wanna know what kind of questions you'd ask me.
I wanna know if you've noticed what colour my eyes are, or the state of my favourite shoes.
I wanna know who you'd ask if I like you... If you wanted to know.
I wanna know if you'd ask my dads permission
I wanna know if you'd protect me from blowflies and staircases.
I wanna know what kind of a car you'd dream of having.
I wanna know what kind of car you'd imagine me driving.
I wanna know if the idea of me driving scares you, or makes you laugh, or if you even give a damn.
I wanna know if you can imagine me driving kids (ours?) to football, or netball.
I wanna know if you can imagine drinking tea with me on the morning of my eighty seventh birthday.

I wanna know if you would put the sauce bottle in the pantry or the fridge.
And if you'd change to the pantry just for me...


I wanna know if I'm weird for thinking of all of this stuff..


i am sitting here inside my heart armour, too small for it now, bashing against the walls.
screaming, begging for somebody, anybody to let me out.
I wish it could be you beautiful angels, but like an idiot, I decided to narrow the criteria, just a LOT too much...