Woo hoo! My parents are in Melbourne at the moment (hopefully avoiding the
shooting; what’s with that? This is Australia, not America…) and I’ve been getting all sorts of phone-calls from mum standing outside the Ministry of Style – a shop in Fitzroy which I’m assured has a webpage, though Google seems unaware of it – wanting to know which pair of pants I want. So yay for me; I’ve got some surprise raver pants. I was going to buy some last time I was there, but the shop was alas closed on Sunday mornings (civilised though that is). Anyway, the moral of this tale is that I’m getting more pants which
you probably won’t like.<br />
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To celebrate (and because I’m bored and shouldn’t spend all day on the computer if I want to still have eyes by the time I’m 30) I think I’m going to go shopping in town.<br />
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In other news, a
get well soon for your computer. Come back to us, wolfie!<br />
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Listening … Eric Cartman, “Come Sail Away”