may camera roll 📸
i was going to write you an essay about bums but it’s may 28. panic has set in.
in classic cat fashion, i leave for the airport in 20 mins. i’m exhausted. this is why i have not used capitals. i don’t have the energy.
at the start of may, i told myself i needed to get a kick start on the newsy because I would be away for work and get back right at the end of may.
it’s may 28. you guys are smart. i’ll let you read between the lines.
tbh i have a good excuse because i’ve been working on some article BTS that i’m excited to share with you soon (next month)!!
as you can see from my byline, i was going to write you a short essay about bums but alas it didn’t happen this month. stay tuned. i promise that i’ll get some bum content to you by the end of the year.
in lieu of a fully fledged newsy, i’m providing you with a photo diary of my month of may.
however, if you do want a newsy that is regular, you should subscribe to the ParticleWA newsy because i have to write that for my big girl job so it always gets done. there is better punctuation and grammar, and more memes and swearing that you might think i’m allowed.
anyway.
this newsy is some of my camera roll from the month. some quick stats:
130 photos total (on my camera roll. not this post)
most of these 130 are random screenshots or socials for work
some images embargoed (SECRETS) and therefore cannot be shared
some of them were of my feet. no ingrown toenails. but work feet pics modelling some socks. don’t fucking ask. beem me $8.5 (yes it’s similar to an almond croissant at my local. no correlation.) and i’ll send it to you.
my camera roll is usually a pretty unbiased source of how life is going, and honestly i think may has been pretty great. see attached.
may 3: i watched the greatest football game i will every watch in my life. the MCG was roaring. jack crisp missed the goal that would have won collingwood the game after the siren went. also mark of the year from zac dempsey.
may 9: went to warragul to collect my suitcase for a trip. patted harriet. forgot to pick up my work pass card. had to return 8 days later to collect it. (spoiler alert: i hadn’t used it in so long it didn’t work anyway).
may 11: house/dog sat ted and doug. no one required a trip to the vet. that’s a roaring success in my books.
may 13: returned home. cleaning needed to commence. i had 2000 words due in 3 hours. we got it done.
may 15: i went to a life drawing class. i actually had so much fun. i feel obliged to say the model was not scratching their bum, it is purely my inability to draw.
may 16: i went on a walk and it was so cold i couldn’t text. my fingers took a few hours to defrost. my first proper winter in 7 years might end it all for me. but the view and the company (Loz) was delightful so it was all worth it.
may 18: many a time i have attempted to soft boil an egg. many a time i have failed. mark your calendars and set a yearly reminder for a soft boiled egg anniversary because on may 18, i managed my very first soft boiled egg!!!!!!!!
may 19: bag packed. en route to airport. i’ve decided to ditch the ‘travelling like a 9 year old en route to a slumber party’. it feels equal parts fancy and equal parts i wish i was en route to a slumber party. (scratched out bit of the image is a bra because i don’t want to be cancelled on the internet. every one of these things i write i feel i am getting closer.)
also PSA virgin is weighing carry on bags again
may 21: working hard as always. it’s blurry because it’s heavily cropped so i don’t accidentally leak any company secrets.
may 27: sunset in perth. absolutely fucking divine. no notes.
may 28: even set myself a calendar reminder to get this done. i cut it less fine than i could have.
as i write these final sentences to you, i’ve just hopped off the red eye flight in the early hours of may 29. i fucking hate myself. i’ve decided that putting myself through a red eye is the same level of self disrespect as sleeping with an ex. it’s never a good idea. if you hear me say ‘it wasn’t that bad’ it fucking well was. the flight and sleeping with an ex.
i love you all. i hate feral cats. see you next fucking month.
love,
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