wekends huh. drinking too much. emotional too. my dear annie has a beautiful baby boy, clever thing. and hoops is back in town so i am a happy girl. but too much celebrating makes dellie a grumpy tired girl. saturday i scowled around the house. don took to calling me crazy eyes stewart cause i kept frowning at him. i played the drums loud and rowdy and sang songs about dying starved dead from no pies... sure hit. shit.
saw some good aussie hip hop. but was so tired I lay with my head in kates lap and she told me a story about a little bright apple named dell. on a tree, who was hungry for adventure and dreaming of a big apple somewhere... dreaming of adventure and the big apple. damn i love this girl.
we had lovely park picnics. saw some more rock n roll. danced obnoxously to a band i didn't like just cause they bored me. danced outlandishly to a band i love. celebrated a beautiful ladies birthday and a handsome boys aswell. went to a gangland bar on sydney road. and today i was cheered by the sight of a week old baby boy who is HANDSOME. and i love him. yep. babys have magical powers. they make you lave them. and you can watch them like tv. i'm sold on this new boy. my new best friend. ok bye.