so bounce bounce come on bounce

holy eff i used to love this song. but not the lamo purple hills version (as feat below).

RIP Bizarre.

running up that hill

My favourite photos from the last 5 or so years, in roughly chronological order.

Remember when I looked like this? KT probably does.


Brit and Jeff, first real flatmate, first real boyf. Bless!


Remember MySpace? Amazing. Miss you MySpace.


Besties since back in the day.




Remember when Claire and Josh got together...


Shortly after so did Louis and I...


We all look like children.

I made some amazing, wonderful new friends...

Sweet little Kitto...


Lala my darling...


Zo-zo...


Banner...


Team Supes...


Angel-face...


Tone...


FT, and by default Jodie, Max and Miller...


Iz...


Fave indiez forevs...


Some of the BEST parties ever were had.
































Louis moved to Sydney which was shiiiiiit. But just before we had a pretty amazing summer doing wicked stuff 24/7 including riding around in this baby:


Looking at giraffes and shit:


Being generally loving:


After he left, I spent most of time with these babes...


Being heaps wasted and disgraceful with this babe...




And going to strip clubs with this pack of babes...


I also spent a lot of time looking out this window, and being generally unproductive...


Eventually I packed my bags, in the name of love, and moved to Sydney too.



That is pretty much the only photo I have on account of generally hating it.

Eventually I moved to NYC, lived on the UES for a while, then moved to my dream home in Bed-Stuy, BK (my use of acronyms implies a familiarity with the city, you see?).





Naturally partying ensued...












As well as general hanging around on the street...




And slumber parties...


Louis and I went on the most amazing road trip ever for 10 days...






And eventually we both got fed up with being eaten alive by NYC and came home.

I had a pretty amazing and debauched 6 months reunited with my lady friends...







Before I got restless and fucked off overseas again.
This time to Italy first...




Then to NYC again to hang out with little Kitto...


Be generally disgusting...


And retire to the most beautiful house ever to write my thesis...


With my good, good friends Mister and Pokey...




Which pretty much brings me up to date. I'm living in the most amazing house with Louis and the most wonderful and horrible poof in Adelaide, his total babe boyf, and his silly dog.







And so concludes the longest and most self-indulgent blog I am ever likely to write.