Tearoom Masochism

My New Favourite Website

I wet my pants

watching Faith No More Videos.

Mike Patton - you do things to do me that make me blush

I am the definition of happiness right now

Why You ask?

Listening to “The Ballad of the skeletons” by Allen Ginsberg
Reminising about the cum worthy Apple and Hazlenut Crumble with Rhubard Ice Cream
My ever so romantic husband having a cold pint of Killkenny sent to the table just for me
Moving to the city on Friday - I’ll get to see more of Jim Jams and Major….drinkies anyone?
Having money again because of said move
Raping Shanes Passport drive for movies to watch tonight
Dinner with Jess and Joel last night
Trying to create the perfect bubble solution with Jakes Mum and covering the balcony in detergent.
Rosario + Vampire
Gun Buster
Watching Zombieland and Moon in bed
Christmas shopping for kids
Getting my wisdom tree up to 200ft (Plants vs Zombies)
Donna giving me a book of photos of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds live

“Said the presidential skeleton ‘I won’t sign the bill”

Allen Ginsberg - Ballad of the skeletons

I have PMS

Not Post Menstural Stress. Pre Moving Stress.

Jake and I are moving from the mountains back to the city. There is a adorable apartment awaiting us in Ultimo, moments stagger from Broadway Mall and the Landsdowne hotel and their $10 Bundy and Coke Jugs.

I’m ecstatic. Cheap rent, good location, having a social life again that doesn’t need to be planned weeks in advance due to the travelling situation.

However before the wonderful apartment with it convenience and low price tag comes that word that sends shivers down all spines who understand it’s terror. Moving.

Moving sucks. Unless you can afford to pay a group of people to pack, move and unpack for you it’s going to suck and it will suck hard.

You have to give notice to your current place, pack the house in time whilst still having access to the things you’ll need up until the day of the move, you need to get quotes for movers, pick a mover, get packing materials, dissconnect bills, reconnect utilities, arrange parking and or storage and give your house the clean of cleans in order to get your bond back.

I have a list stuck to the fridge. Slowly things are being crossed off it.

But I still fucking hate moving

So Far this morning

I’ve

Woken up @ 4.30am
Told Jake to Piss off
Had a cup of tea
Processed all of my e-mails
Listened to Sisters of Mercy, Skinny Puppy and Velvet Acid Christ

I think I’ve achieved a lot so far, so I plan to sleep on my desk for the rest of the day.

very good things:

delacroix:

Finally felt like doing this.

Loverman being home!

Looking up weird local places to visit on Atlas Obscura

Listening to The Smiths all day

Awesome, late night conversations with Nathan

Living on soups, grilled cheese, and various teas

Nick Cave’s The Death of Bunny Munro

Barhopping with Joe for the first time in ages

Filling up my calendar with rad events and visits

“The Worst Sex Scene in Comics” at ComicsAlliance

Working out religiously

What were your very good things this week?

You’re reading Bunny Munro? Isn’t is fantastic? It was so refreshingly crude and honest and completely over the top at the same time. Although the amount of use of the word “vagina” does hits you like a tonne of bricks for the first chapter. I leant it to a work friend and I’m counting done the days until I get it back so I can read it again before I pass it on to my other friend (Major you’re next). Although I am surprised at the amount of people who seem to completely miss the satirical black comedy of the whole book.

fuckyeahstrangefinds:

Probably the tasteless tattoo ever.

(Link)

What makes this funnier is I go to the same studio this guy got this done

I have a crush on Kevin Spacey

digitalbath:

mmmmmmmm

MMMMMMMMMMM

I thought I was the only one

This town

is turning into a ghost town

I think about my eating habits alot

I eat meat - chicken, bacon, pork, steak, lamb, goat.

I was a vegetarian for a long time (which was started by a friends bet) then starting sneaking in seafood and eventually moved back on to chicken parmigiana and devilled sausages.

And whilst I love meat. Tucking into a roast chicken with gravy, roast pumpkin and corn is bliss.

I have no problem with meat, I have no problem with other people who eat meat. However I do have a problem with mine and others detachment and lack of education in regards to “how the happy cow in the field becomes the medium rare rib eye steak slathered in garlic gravy on my plate”

I severly doubt I could kill a cow, pig or lamb to eat…actually I can guarentee you I couldn’t. I couldn’t even watch someone kill an animal that I would eat. I recoil in horror at the though of eating kidneys or liver but happily chomp my way through a peice of ass.

Logically it doesn’t make sense.

It’s hypocritical and stupid. Realistically if I cant consume every edible part of an animal, or kill it or watch it be killed - I shouldn’t be eating it.

Just some food for thought?

“and she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from china”

Mr Leonard Cohen

I've decided

That when I do start looking to buy a house with Jake in the distant future. I will only settle for a house that when entered makes you swear that you can hear “The Partisan” on in one of the rooms.