Cleaning would be twice as boring if I wasn't working with the mad girl I am working with.
Sadie: I hope lunch is soon. I'm ravished.
Sadie: Oops. I meant famished, didn't I? Famished.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Sadie: I hope lunch is soon. I'm ravished.
Me: *blink* And... sex makes you hungry?
Sadie: Oops. I meant famished, didn't I? Famished.
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)
guts and garters
It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.
Friday, December 14, 2001
Sadie: I hope lunch is soon. I'm ravished.
Sadie: Oops. I meant famished, didn't I? Famished.
GIRL
Diana Evans
called Dee
since May 25th, 1980
terrorising inner-city Melbourne
consuming flat whites
producing words, hers and other people's
contact dee [at] viscerate [dot] com
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viscerate.com
consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
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