Short Thought 047

I’ve never been married so I have no idea how difficult it is to choose the perfect place to have your wedding photos taken.

Having said that, I still probably wouldn’t have chosen Stop 6 on routes 35, 70 and 75.

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Nothing says romance, love and a life long commitment like Federation Square.

The 3,897th Straw.

One of my ex-girlfriends (serious relationship ex #4 for those keeping score at home) would complain to me incessantly. About me.

She was a highly strung individual and always needed everything single thing to be a certain way. And I, well, I am not like that at all. I am more of a “what you see is what you get and be damned what anyone else thinks” kinda guy. Perfect match right?

One of her many, many quibbles was that I would exit the car slowly. Apparently so slowly that it needed to be brought to my attention. Repeatedly.

My lifelong fear of random lion attacks was never fully accepted.

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These Are Fleeting Things: Lisa Mitchell – Wonder

This is the first in an ongoing series about the ridiculously large amount of possessions I’ve lost in the mire of bad break ups. I’m sure dignity and pride are on the list somewhere…

But let’s start the fun and games with this.

I don't think you're ever 100% in the room...
“I don’t think you’re ever 100% in the room”

The loss of this album, Australian musician Lisa Mitchell’s debut, was/is quite a baffling case.

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Train of Thought.

I’ve always had an unnatural fear of sitting next to attractive women on public transport. It doesn’t matter if it’s a bus, tram, train, ferry, plane or Heli-carrier; I feel slightly uneasy whenever I sit next to a pretty girl. This fear has absolutely nothing to do with a lack of confidence or some form of general social anxiety and more to do with the fact that I suspect pretty girls know they’re pretty.

They’re aware of it.

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Get a Haircut and Get a Real Job.

I cut my own hair.

Those that know me in the real world would take that statement as an opportunity to chime in with an enormously humorous and completely underused, “Heh, I can tell.”
Comedic geniuses.

I do this not for money saving purposes or to make a poorly articulated statement about individualism.

No. I do it because historically I have never been able to find a hairdresser that cut my hair how I wanted it cut.  They always cut it how THEY wanted to cut it, or how THEY think would look best. Without fail.
And I’d leave the hair salon with completely unrequested Emily The Strange style bangs or, even worse, a mullet, feeling equal parts angry/sad/confused.

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365 days ago…

To commemorate today’s date I thought I’d share this most personal piece of prose with my invisible audience.
This is an excerpt from a diary I was keeping for a brief period last year. Absolutely no changes have been made to the original text so it gives you a true insight into how I was feeling at this time exactly one year ago. So full of heartbreak and angst I was!

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