Bring On Summer

Whenever I walk down Rundle Street I collect every free postcard I catch a glimps of (even at 12.30am while there are drunks stalking their prey). So, I’d expect all of you to know about Postsecret by now. I came up with an idea. Whenever I collect a post card I’ll get whoever is with me to write on it. Write anything they want. And without looking at it I’ll put it in a small photo album and save it for a rainy day. Only one postcard per rainy day though.

I really like masks and I am slowly slowly becoming obsessed with antique decor. My room reeks of it. Not literally, but y’know. It’s beautiful. I just wish I had more stuff. I don’t need more stuff. I guess I just wish I had better stuff. Replace all my magazines with paperbacks. More shelving, a bigger wardrobe. Less… IKEA. A bigger bed. It could go on and on. It doesn’t matter. I want to move out as soon as I can.

Uncle Chris is in town. Heaps excited. Oh ffs. I have to call Uncle Tony and tell him I’m not going to Melb this weekend. I’ll do it tomorrow.

Over and out.