Highlights: (caution - vaginamite assault)
- Telling workmate, Blair, of my quest to draw the perfect vagina. He went red in the face and referred to it sheepishly as 'The P.V.' Every time he said that, I'd say, 'What? The PERFECT VAGINA? What's wrong, Blair, don't you like vaginas?' It was brilliant and so very, very awkward for him.
- Writing 'CHAMP' on a blank sticker and putting it on Blair's labcoat.
- Blair thinking the 'CHAMP' thing and 'The P.V.' thing were directly linked, and that somehow, I'd assumed that he was The Champ of Vaginas. The perfect one at that, it seems.
'Yeah, vaginas are alright.' - Blair
FYI - anybody online trying to get my attention, you will not get it if we've never spoken before and you call me any of the following: babe, sexy, honey, cutie. nor will i respond to any e-derivatives from those words.
nor will i respond to vague and/or vacuous emails that are made predominantly out of emoticons.
got this in my email from some random fuckwit tonight:
'hey hun, write me, sexy.'
hey hun, FUCK YOU.
translation: wait with bated breath, darling. i'm working on a response, though it may take a while, seeing as your explicit cyber-prompt has me envisioning every sexual situation and position under the sun. that, and i'm touching and licking myself inappropriately.
dickhead.
Anyway, onto more pressing matters - ATTENTION, BRISVEGAN BLOGGERS!
I am on a search for any pictures anyone has or could possibly take of:
The big old pink house, 30 Rouen Rd, Bardon.
Possibly the park across the road from 30 Rouen Rd.
Brigidine College, Indooroopilly.
Toowong Cemetary from the Bardon side, with possibly views of the Botanic Gardens.
The signage at 199 Ashgrove Ave, Ashgrove.
Where Coles used to be, Queen Street Mall.
The big old white and blue house, 21 Raven Rd, Camp Hill.
A picture of town from under the biggest tree on the green hill near the State Library.
The Terminus Hotel, South Brisbane.
Vulture Street, West End.
The Valley Markets.
The Zen Bar, Anzac Pde, Brisbane City.
Wacol Station.
Darra Station.
The door to Club Brasil, Elizabeth St. (opposite bus stop to Myer Centre)
If anybody can help me out with ANY of these, I'd be most grateful as every single one of these places hold enormous nostalgic value. Please send anything you may have to my email. I may explain them some other time, but it's late and I've got to be at work at sparrowfart tomorrow. Anyways, I'm not sure when I'll be back up in Brisvegas, but if you can help me out, I'll buy you a couple cold ones.
What one thing would you have right at this very second if you could have it?
