Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run

Dunno what that's got to do with anything, the tune is just stuck in my head.

Back from Melbourne last night, in Sydney now, and off to Malaysia in about 18 hours. Ah jetsetting. I meant to do a "2007 in review" post cos much batshit has happened this year, but I can't think on a Windows 98 16-colour monitor so will probably do a tipsy post on New Year's Eve Eve on our return.

So Merry Xmas in advance dear loyal readership (ie. Chris and Chez)! Will bring back heroin for you both.

Off to roti, illegal DVDs and cheapass med textbooks!

PS. UNGRADED PASS, baby! Wooooohooooo.

Wilkommen amigos!

There's something so revealing about writing which makes me feel like I'm standing in the school hall naked.

(Well you didn't need that image, did you)

Nevertheless, if you can't get naked in front of your friends, who can you get naked in front of?

(And now you can wash your brain out with soap)

If you're wondering,

Herr Metamorphosism or Mamzelle Intueri, you are blogrolled cos I have fangirled you from age 17 off and on and now I'm 21, hot damn, and I still want to be a doctor like one and a parent like the other and a writer like both, if wishing made it so.

And Chris, update yours fer once!

Actually no, gave up Being A Writer cos that is way too intimidating and makes me backspace backspace backspace every second word. That's for people with stories. But not being a writer is no reason not to write, right? (say that 5 times fast)