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[26 Feb 2006|04:34pm] |
I hate moving. With a passion. I dislike going through all of my possessions one by one, deciding what I cherish and selling the rest at a garage sale and making one hundred dollars so people can sell my junk on e bay and get more for it BECAUSE HEATH LEDGER HAD HIS LIPS ON THIS GLASS. I procrastinate a fair lot and spend most of the day sitting in my living room floor admiring the view of Bronte beach and reading the paper instead of using the pages to wrap up photographs and memories of when Jake and I last spooned.
I've made the big move from Sydney to New York. I wrote up many pros and cons on a piece of paper while I was on the plane but they both weighed out pretty even. I haven't been able to sleep because I've been worried about my worldly possessions. I wasn't the type to care for anything like that, but what makes up a home is what is inside it, and most things I own hold a great memory. I've never really had a home. I was never at home as a kid, I was always moving around and crashing at friends houses for the night because I was unable to keep still for more than an hour or two. I want to be adventurous and decided to make my second big break for somewhere new and exciting (and to be in the same country as my daughter).
So yes, I'm a clone. Or a clone of a clone, I'm not that sure but I'm too incompetent to find out whether or not I really am. But I do plan on sticking around, and pestering you all with my eloquent entries and Australian slang.
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[26 Feb 2006|08:56am] |
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I'm a clone, possibly a clone of a clone depending on who made their account first. I suppose I'll just hang around and pester Jake Gyllenhaal.
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