FTW!
It'll come good.
Yup.
It'll come good.
Yup.
Bitches who know how to treat their slaves right.
One such ultrastar of an individual graced Chez Hagakure's now-vacant second bedroom last weekend whilst on an all-too-brief-and-rare visit to Teh Melbourne.
It was, as always, a total & unmitigated pleasure to accommodate her.
(Previously.)
Both of these things have been mentioned before. But I'm going to mention them again. Why the hell not.
OMFG etc.
I have been waiting for this device since my teens. And now I have it. I'm posting from it now, natch.
It's not without its imperfections (shit camera; no Bluetooth; and, most heinously, the basic text editing function has no cut and paste, WTF; etc) but it seems churlish to complain about them.
I'm still adapting to it, but it's already changing my life significantly for the more flexible and generally better.
(Going to Canberra next weekend & really, seriously need to be emailable at any time - with full access to your archives, FTP and the web - throughout the entire period? Hey, leave your cumbersome, valuable computer at home! Wander wither you will! Life is good.)
It's almost everything it should be, and it makes me incredibly happy.
The arrival of Spring.
Feckin' YAY!!
*nods*
Our relationship (whatever it is) has always been problematic and remains so in some ways. But then the best ones often are.
She's worth whatever effort she costs me. And dog knows, she more than matches me on my investment. I wish I could do a better job sometimes of making her understand how much I value and care about her.
She's has been a huge force for awesomeness in my life this year. She's a legend and I fucking love her.
Really do.
(Previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously.)
That is all.
(For now.)
As requested. (Previously.)
These last two items are particularly timely & appreciated.
It's certainly been a memorable one. I liked it much better than last year's.
Prize for the best party guest overall goes to Patrick. Prize for the most liable for nothing party guest is a three-way tie between Shane, The Sorcha, and, of course, Coburg.
Prize for the best party guest who wasn't there physically but came in essence goes to Wads. Prize for the most missed party absentee is a tie between Em and this chick. Prize for the best party guest who did attend physically, but who I unfortunately never actually got around to talking to is a three-way tie between Li, Kav, and The Major. Prize for the best (if maybe in hindsight somewhat regrettable) picture of a My Little Cthulhu Bunny goes to Magnus.
Prize for the most devastating headfuckery goes to my housemate & ex-fiancee. Prize for the most comically hypocritical abusive emails goes to Henley. Prize for the most awesome drunken deep & meaningful alleyway convo goes to Liv. I'm not sure what exactly to award the artist formerly known as Semi, but I suspect he deserves a prize of some kind - or that if he doesn't now, he may well before too long.
Prize for the most broken nose goes to Luke. Prize for the most blood cheerfully & unsolicitedly cleaned up as a result of a broken nose goes to Harrie. Prize for the driest one-liners (always) and best wildlife photography goes to Ramm. Prize for the best shisha lesson goes to Nichk. Prize for the heterosexual male with the most sophisticated understanding of little girls' pop music (and also the special award for getting locked in the enclosed garden off my bedroom by a psycho chick person I'm sure is lovely once you get to know her, and then being too wasted to think of calling someone to let him out) goes to Grimsey.
Prize for the best nail-painting (and best former housemate ever) goes to Cel. Prize for the best hungover breakfast-making and tidying up goes to Kat. Prize for the oldest and most enduring friend goes to Tally. Prize for the best anonymous benefactor goes to whoever sent me the copy of M2M's second album I found in my mailbox yesterday.
Prize for the best present (y'know, apart from causing me to be born in the first place and shit) goes to my parents.
Prize for the best sister in the entire fucking world bar none goes to this bitch.
Prize for the best mistress - and inexpressible amounts of gratitude & love - goes to Schnozzie.
Thanks, everyone.
:) :) :)
That is all.
So long, the so-called Real World. It was nice knowing you. In some aspects.

ION: O. M. F. G. Why was I not told about this?! (That's what I get for not reading the news, I guess.)
She's back. Again.
Nothing will ever be the same.
(NB The extent to which nothing is or is not ever the same in your specific experiential sphere may vary in accordance with a range of factors - some known, some unknown; some known to be unknown, others unknown as unknown. The degree of liability expressed or implied by the above statement can be estimated at approximately one [1] wad of NADA. Hooray for everything.)
(Previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously.)