With art by:
Emily Hasselhoof
Georgia Rose
and the fabulous Lizzie!

Describe la rutina de Pepe. Que hace, días, horas, frecuencia, con quien, para que, por que…etc

En las mañanas de lunes y jueves Pepe va a practica de banda, el toca los tambores con una banda de hardcore político se llama 'Los Feos' y canta en una banda de queer-core se llama ‘Pervertidos’. El trabaja cinco días a la semana en un centro de llamada. Pepe habla por teléfono para las agencias académico y gobernación. En una día normal, la rutina es un poco como eso:

Se despierta a las diez y lee para cuarenta y cinco minutos o una hora antes de se levanta. A las once y un cuarto Pepe y su novio se preparan una desayuna para todos de su casa. Después va al jardín comunidad y hace jardinería por dos horas. A las dos del tarde monta en bici a su casa y se ducha. Empieza trabaja a las cuatro y media de la tarde y acaba a las nueve en punto. Come cenar a las once de noche y se acuesta a las uno o dos.

Everyone in my house has scabies paranoia, and I have thrush paranoia and all I've eaten in the last 24 hours is the end of a stale loaf of bread cause it's raining and I have an aversion to putting on pants.

FYI you and me...gonna go to Adelaide on the 19th of June. You owe me $3

I finally finished my Gender Studies paper this morning at 4 am (albeit with a ridiculous one sentence conclusion) after working last night until 12. I know that it was just a simple assigment but the fact that it took me so long to complete (or, to be honest, start) over so many days and different types of illness, makes it my mount everest.

I didn't actually sleep last night because of too much brain chatter and coughing, so hopefully when I do my english paper tonight, that I have ALSO PROCRASTINATED, I'll be finishing that baby up pre AM desperation.

Corey and I were standing in the kitchen talking about jerking off and then Tofu started making this exorcist-esque meowing noise, and corey was like "what is she doing?" and I was all like, "uh, I think she's going to vomit" and corey was like "Ah! Take her outside, please!". So I picked her up, but she'd already started projectile vomiting and I carried her outside and she was turning her head and spewing everywhere, and by the time I dropped her she was finished. It was so fucking intense.

I've never been so interested in checking my email and writing comments and bulletins and all that useless crap as I am now, procrastinating writing my first Uni assignment in 4 years. 750 words in 4 hours. Now that's some kind of productivity.

I'm going to be in sydney for 4 whole days, which will be as jam packed as possible, which you know considering I have THE FLU and am HITCHHIKING THERE and TEND TO HAVE PANIC ATTACKS AS A RESULT OF STRESS should be a blast

I present you with evidence A.


And evidence B

It kind of seems weird writing to the greater audience intimate details about my life, even if I make it elite, it seems kinda sleazy. So I'm not sure if livejournal and I meant to be together anymore. I remember there used to be angst/comedy routines/banal random shit that I felt a deep innate need to fling around, but I guess that urge has been supressed by having more than one true friend, for once. Also, I've figured I can just put all my stories (which generally revolve around menstrual blood) into some handy little zine and charge people for my "revolutionary feminist insights" instead of sharing my "shit talking" for free.

Anyway, things are pretty good. My left ovary hurts for no specific reason. Zac and I are in adelaide after Brisabonga, which was a lovely and beautifully put together festival. Muchos kudos to Kief, Kylie, Carmel, Tymmy and all. Awesome bands - Brain Resin, Boys Club, Talons, Meaningless Existence, Gutz, Crux, Anna Vo's solo project, and Pet Cemetary. Good workshops, made some rad friends.

Currently, though, a more pressing task. I have full time internet access for a limited time. So I need people to tell me awesome music/songs to download.
+ Bootylicious music...in the vein of Christina, Jackson 5, Notorious B.I.G.
+ Riot grrl anthems
+ Obscure heart wrenching favorites, Tattle Tale - Glass Vase Cello Case, April March - Chick Habit
+ Classics - Sublime, Deftones, Sleater Kinney

C'mon help me out. I need to get heaps and heaps of music before I go back to work
xxx

So I've been negligent towards the internet in the last 3 months ago. So a brief update.
I mildly loathe my job
I heart big wads o cash
Zac gave me a violin!!!!!!*
It was my birthday
I didn't cry, although I did get secretly sooky
Rina and Steph are my housemates and fwends
We live in a bougie shack with a goldfish pond, a cat named toffuti cheescake and a dog named Betty
A fourteen minutes walk one way is a real live creek with DUCKS

Here are some books that I've read lately

Hmmm, what else.
I said good riddence to extremely bad trash, Fuckin finally. Although considering my intense anger managment issues it was very very difficult for me to not get in the last word.
I went to counselling for one session, but managed to build up enough amnosity towards my counsellor that I followed the one hour session with an entire day of dissecting her every patronizing nuance
Zac and I are taking a month off work by way of brisbane to adelaide to my parents house in December
Agatha made me a lovely mix cd which I haven't had the chance to listen to as of yet
Kira George and Sarah are all in the states till further notice, which makes me sad and also hopeful for vegan marshmallows
I'm a going back to uni
Finally, and most importantly, I got cheezly and I'm going to make vegan enchiladas extrodinaire as soon as I can find some chili lovin eating companeros
Over and Out
xxx
Ane
* note "new years resolution" post on december 13th, 2005. Section 1, Comment 1. My boyfriend is very excellent at making me love him

artwork by steph cola!

Macromantics
Terror Firma - one of their last ever shows!
Make the Most
J.Lo Biafra
(maybe maybe maybe) Eucalypt
+lots of videos to make you feel ill
+lots of vegan cake to make your vomit delicious
+KLA zine release

question? Don't talk shit, email :danceallnight@riseup.net

I have the tired today, and the sick and cranky and achy and self-loathing fear etc etc etc. But it's a possibility that I have overdosed on TOO MUCH adoring and being adored and girl-posi sleepover experiences and roof top hot gossip and sunset watching and now I must come down from all of this for at least a little while.

The house show was amazing. There were at one point 20 people sitting on our roof shouting friendly-aggressively at passersby leading one bicyclists to ask us to take care about our health to which our 74 year old neighbor added that perhaps we should take care of our mental health as well. So with a throwing to the winds of all super-ego trappings we had a glorious old time. Rina got punched in teh face for conation, but to make up for her trauma I embarrassed the fuck out of her by announcing it to all assembled and insisting that the band play the song that always makes her cry.

Having Kira Magee down was totally amazing. It was as if she was a member of the house and the household naps and talks and goofyness was greatly improved by a fifth, sixth if you include unofficial house member zac is my hero, seventh if you include ever present (but not in the annoying way as she thinks I believe) holly. We convinced her to move in as soon as a room is available because she just fits so perfectly.

Jesus as if my life isn't totally spectacular.

As part of my constant quest to waste the best years of my life doing nothing vaguely memorable I looked up my name on google image search and came up with




And 20,000 pictures in the same vein. Now is the great cosmic universe trying to tell me something or is there some other rational explanation I should hear?

Do you know what's really good? Sublime....oh and Deftones and Will Haven and all the shit I used to listen to 4,5,6 years ago. That's right....and whatever hardcore band of the moment that is all "experimental" or "thrash-grind oldschool moshcore" can go get fucked with a revved up chainsaw.

Getting excited about eating real non-bread based food - Burned down factories and churches - the make out room at the valentines day party which was pretty much my idyllic vision of where I'd want to live and reminded me of all the good things about mexico - shitty/amusing f grade movies with either of the coreys - ee er san su oo leo chi ba geo su - Sonic Youth "Confusion is Sex" - La Madre de la Tierra del Escorpiones, a full on kids book about necrophilia and suicide and eating bugs, with a lesson at the end for us all....don't get buried with your dead spouse - Old Boy Soundtrack - Realizing what a fucking idiot I am and how many resumes I've given out with the wrong email address - Getting sunburnt boobs - Dumpster diving as an outlet for frustration - 6 days till Rina - Ni Hao and Baseball tomorrow - All Adelaide kids being pathologically friendly - Awesome bourgie food and good bands at pete's house show - Feeling guilty about reading intellectually accessible margaret atwood fiction instead of learnin' books- Possibility of being in a band again, and that potentially being the best thing ever - General procrastinating - Feeling comfortably sleepy all the time - Getting and writing letters - Feeling guilty about slacking on friendships and being grateful for people still calling me - Paranoia about nutrition - Planning on a photo a day diary - Pondering the future of the distro - 2 hour walks at night from Brunswick to Footscray - Becoming more aware of my surroundings and more willing to interact and adventure in it - Getting hella freaked out by ticks at Rinee's - Not dreaming and how it affects my relationship with sleep - Too busy for the internerd - Having a "Paddington Bear Affair" - Footscray crews, we are gonna form us a good old fashion gang - Did I mention I'm real excited about Rina?

GENDER INDISCRIMINATE FEZZA AGE 21 SEEKS EMPLOYMENT OF THE ETHICALLY UNABHORRENT KIND.

BRINGS LACK OF ORGANIZATION, SURLY ATTITUDE, COPIOUS TATTOOS, UNPROFESSIONAL DEMEANOR, PEDANTIC SENSE OF LINGUISTICS AND MUSIC TASTES THAT INCLUDE GIRLS SHRIEKING LIKE BANSHEES ABOUT RAPE TO THE EMPLOYMENT SITUATION.

GOOD SHOPLIFTING, DUMPSTERING, AND DIY PIERCING SKILLS, CAN TALK ABOUT FETISH PORNOGRAPHY AND HERBAL STD CURES FOR LONG, UNCOMFORTABLE PERIODS OF TIME.

I HOPE THAT YOU WILL CONSIDER ME AS AN APPLICANT FOR THE POSITION AT YOUR WORKPLACE

SINCERLEY,
ANE

Tonight at 2am, I let myself be coerced by my friend georgette into taking a bus at 7 am in the morning from Spencer St to SYDNEY then trying to sneak into the gaelic club to see Sleater Kinney crashing somewhere waking up at 5 for the second horrific morning in a row, taking a plane back to MELBOURNE so I can be here to greet my bestest friend Oscar who has come from SYDNEY to MELBOURNE to see me for the weekend.

We were going to hitchhike cause it's cheaper and more romantic and stuff but my history of 20 hour sydney hitching trips convinced us otherwise, cause you know it would totally suck if we were in Golburn or some other Buttrock town at 11pm and we had to do kareoke renditions of the songs on the side of the road to warm our dying hearts.

SO HELP US GET IN JERXXX

I'm so hot my moles are melting off. This is why I moved from Sydney, so I wouldn't be exposed to humid demon weather. If I could take a plane to some cold, gloomy, desolate place right now, like seattle...I'd be there with bells on, literal or figurative.

I seek employment