Luke hails from Melbourne. Once upon a time we lived in a one bedroom cottage on Separation Street in Northcote and would peddle push bikes to Dan Murphy’s in Fairfield after our car got stolen, used in a robbery, and lit on fire in front of the Melbourne Zoo.
That was when we lived in Collingwood… Continue reading…
As we’ve been over, my entire family reigns from Jersey. Continue reading…
There’s really no escaping Twilight in the states… and believe me I try. Big snaps to the Writer who made a mint off her books, right on sister! But as far as having the new tween sensations that star in the movies shoved down my throat… I’ll pass.
Amongst these stars is the renowned Robert Pattinson whose name I was unaware of until googling ‘twilight’ when I decided to mention him today.
It’s not that I have an issue with eye-candy. I just think there are countless better looking people than the Hollywood posse consistently thrown in our faces by the media’s feeble attempt at defining beauty. People who aren’t up themselves to the degree of making a living off physical appearance, an attractive quality all in itself.
My husband looks good. Furthermore, he has a much hotter accent than Robert Pattinson. And to ice the cake… he’s not out there trying to profit from the fortunate DNA strands that weave together a beautiful man…
He’s a Scientist working double shifts and overnights at the moment to support his wife and all of her big ideas…
Point: Everyone is beautiful. What attracts many of us more than surface beauty is the kind of person someone is.
I’m sure Robert Pattinson is a swell kid, I just don’t understand why we’re supposed to send little girls to school with his face plastered across their lunchbox.
‘The best part of beauty is that which no pictures express.’ – Bacon
multitudinous enrapture
The lunar crescent of his smile invites
my exploration. Evidence of life.
It waxes and wanes with soft silver light,
Illuminates features sharp as a knife.
Complexity of blue shines from his eyes
inventing spectrum shades yet undefined,
perhaps once captured by a midnight sky.
My gaze addicted to colour refined.
He speaks to me in truth and endearment,
With cello string words, an orchestral tone.
Sound so sweet, I get lost in the content.
His natural scent, addictive cologne.
He knows not of this physical appeal,
real beauty projects from something surreal.
ps. you have no idea how much this post will embarrass my husband if he happens to read it…
I’ve only been awake for two hours… I slept late. I’m a lucid dreamer and instead of facing another day of word smacking, I thought I’d give myself some extra time to reside in a place that somehow makes me feel like I have more control over what’s happening around me. Continue reading…
These four words are the top four google searches that have directed people to my webpage… LOL!!! As my Aussie tribe would say …On ya Google! Continue reading…
Being stuck indoors due to way-too-freezing outdoor conditions is something I have not experienced for some time. I was telling
one of my sisters that the whole no exercise thing is getting to me and reeking havoc on the detox. Continue reading…
In a few weeks time, CJ is going to shoot the zombie thrasher short-flick that I wrote the script for back in November. Whoever ends up getting cast as the zombie bikini models might be a bit chilly in the surrounding snowy weather. I am going to make a cameo appearance as Clara, the disgruntle Writer (I’m a method Actress…) Continue reading…
If you’re in the entertainment industry, there’s serious dough to be made is in the US. I don’t really think this is rocket science, just ask Hugh Jackman, Nicole Kidman or Keith Urban (etc etc…) Continue reading…
I don’t think it’s ever possible for me to like a president because presidents are politicians and most politicians are liars. Politicians are always overpaid. Continue reading…
I read an unfortunate article
yesterday where another idiot celebrity (Kristen Bell) visited Australia and said something like ‘Sydney airport was disappointing, I thought there would be kangaroos.’
The first kangaroo I saw when I moved to Australia in 2002 was roadkill we drove past on they way to Lyndhurst.
So my point is, if you happen to cross an Australian (which are few and are between considering there are only about 22 million of them on the planet), please don’t make an idiotic comment about 1. Kangaroos or 2. Steve Irwin… or Fosters. Fosters is the shittest Aussie beer there is.
For my Aussie mates that I know peep the blog (shout out to Karina, Botchy & Freya, Kerry, Graham, etc!!) … check out the deer eating my Mom’s garden.
None of my Australian people would expect to see a deer at JFK airport, I don’t understand why ‘famous’ Yanks continuously defame our nation by traveling down under and saying stupid shit about kangaroos.
The paddymelons in the photo above were hopping around Daydream Island, part of the Whitsunday islands in north Queensland. The most exciting place I’ve seen kangaroos in Australia is lounging on the golf course about 10 k’s out of Brisbane.
So if you travel to Australia, do yourself a favor and do NOT make a stupid kangaroo or Crocodile Hunter comment (ps. Bini Irwin is a mess). I suggest asking for a VB and to be pointed in the direction of the nearest beach…
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