August 2002 Archives

[ August 23, 2002 ]

i've been thinking about quitting the gym. i don't really go much any more. it's lost its appeal. but...i don't want them to win. i bet the gym instructors have a bet going as to how long i'd stick at it.. maybe i could swing a deal and get some of the winnings.
it's $60 of my pay a month. 60. thats $15 a week. harsh. plus there's amnesty and their $20 a week. hmmn.
ok, here we go, chose your own adventure - email and tell me whether i should
1) quit the gym
or 2) .....
email me : bigmunch@ihug.com.au

erin [10:21 PM] Comments (1)

And the buildings crumbled and the rock's fell.
So we asked ourselves 'where from here?'
We wandered through the dusty streets with our wardrobes in black plastic bags.
We searched for others, heard faint cries, but had no luck
Were the cries in our minds?
Were we crying out? - to ourselves or perhaps the unknown of the dusty broken city.
The winds started blowing, the pavement alive with whirling fragments of the once bustling city.
The air was cold on our faces and harsh on the wounds we held onto like lottery winnings.
It was all too familiar but all too new to our eyes.
The streets a shattered jigsaw puzzle of mixed up direction and structure.
No structure. All was a blur.
We were in a devastated denial, wanting it to be over whilst not believing the truth of destruction.
Our so called family homes were rubble, no signs of sunday dinner or photo albums of the past.
It was all dead. Gone. Nothing.

****i wrote that on the train today...i was going to chatswood to buy pants. black pants. did i find some? yes. did i find some i liked? no. two hours of my life.....wasted... damn westfield.

erin [10:13 PM] Comments (0)

[ August 18, 2002 ]

oh crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap......dammit.
i was meant to ring beth.
thank god for sms.

erin [10:18 PM] Comments (2)

it's been almost a month since i last typed in this little box and sent it off into the unknown world of the internet. i think i've been a little distracted by the outside world. things are in a blur. like a big painting that looks really cool from ten meters away but when you walk up really close you can't actually make out what it's a painting of. but, i think at the moment i'm not really worried about what life looks like, it's painted in nice colours so thats good enough for now. what i am worried about it the thing that makes the colours look good, the thing that holds it all together - natalie - the frame. my thoughts on the situation are complicated at the moment. my brain is ticking but i can't seem to make out the tune or the lyrics.
(by the way, there is a song, an old song, that goes: 'i can't see me loving nobody but you, for all my life' - if anybody can tell me who it's by and what the name of it i'd be a very happy chicken, heck, i'll be anything you want)
now my train of thought has crashed dammit.
oh, there is a reason i haven't blogged for so long, it's not the best reason but it's more then 'because'. see, a few weeks ago i wrote an entry and went to post it and my computer froze and i lost the entire thing. and it was long. and i was very annoyed.

erin [10:11 PM] Comments (1)