Ah rubbish day in Wellington. So many prostrate wheelie bins littering the pavements.
I have acquired so many free awesome clothes since getting to Wellington. I wear them most of the time. I made a friend over the free bin at a Newtown op shop. She had a brain injury too, but hers was from back in 'naam. woke up on the floor of a vietnamese hospital and wondered what had happened.
Newtown op shops are in themselves a cache of concentrated culture anyway. I find alliteration cheesy, but there is no better way to put that.
this was on the counter there":
also a funky girl i know was moving house and giving away funky clothes and they are amazinger than my own clothes. i am on my way to resolving the emptiness of the HUGE dresser that was in my room when i moved in.....
this is the soundtrack to my life at the moment:
Last week my washing all blew down to the other end of the line, and I couldn't reach it.
I suppose I should go get today's lot off the line and put it in the dryer.
I have a job interview on Friday...
No comments:
Post a Comment