I've been tagged by the loverly Erimentha of The Little Blog of Happiness to do the infamous Cassie's Therapy tag YAY! You have to fill out 12 likes, 1 love and 8 hates (like Cassie); everything in bold must also be included. You must also choose 3 other bloggity-bloggers to do the tag and link back to Eri.

My three internet loves which I've chosen to participate in this tage are Ella, Tegan and Harlow because they all just have really fun, first-rate blogs.


Abracadabra, wow!
i like boys who let you cut in the queue and girls who say their sorry's and thankyou's.
i like pretending my life is a sitcom.
i like really, really, really long bike rides.
i like public transport and my bus's regulars.
i like being out in the cold for a really long time and
i like coming back inside and having your face go all tingly and rosy.
i like making/recieving mixtapes.
i like watching people's faces during movies.
i like words that end with "illow".
i like breakfast foods.
i like 24 degrees celsius.
i like top 5 lists.

i love the game would you rather: would you rather your first child was, literally, born with a rat's face OR give birth to a rat triplets.

today, it's Halloween HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!

In some ways, I love everything.
Its less, its less of a thing to like, its less distinct, its less particular.
I like things that I like but I love everything.
There’s more choice in like.
Cos even the worst things have things you love in them.
I don’t know what you mean about things I hate.

i hate when the water goes from hot to cold to hot to cold.
i hate inconsiderate jerks at concerts GO HOME!
i hate mornings without orange juice.
i hate nasal-y voices saying stupid things.
i hate, with the passion of Christ, live chickens.
i hate being told I can't do something.
i hate being short of cash, but, thinking about working for money annoys me...
i hate disappointing people.
I hate this, wow. . .Sorry.

I heart Cassie.

“It was the weird area where you’re definitely not cool but you’re in this other category — you go to punk shows but you study and do your homework; you don’t go all the way, you don’t smash your mom’s favorite things. It’s the weird dichotomy of wearing khakis at a punk show and drawing anarchy symbols on your desk.” -Kip Berman on being a 17-year-old


It was my birthday on Sunday and it was really really really great. I woke up to a freakin smörgåsbord and some truly gorgeous cards. The family and I then spent the rest of the day doing a 10km hike, then they let me cruise/speed them around, what I like to call, wine country. I hope you guys had the best of ultimate binary dates yourself:)

Has anyone ever realised how incredibly intimidiating the game 'marco polo' is? I've come to the conclusion this game was originally a form of cult/fraternity initiation or cheap entertainment in the Ganges. Think about it. You're blindfolded and then made to wade around like a desperate, unsuccessful mugger or something whilst people throw eggs and shout obscenities like "hey Bessie". When you finally manage to capture someone you have to touch their face and dear god you hope it's not the lake monster or Jonathan Rhys Meyers (like in your nightmares) although you know this is moderately unlikely; you guess these names anyway and are wrong and the tormenting cycle continues.

...other than this, there isn't much else to complain about. I hope your days have been as sunny and delicious and um, inspiring, as spring holidays, frozen sara-lees, bike rides, swishy-haired people, this song and this song and disposable cameras. Oakey-doakey and happy Tuesday my loves.

p.s. has everyone bitter moved to tumblr and if not, drop me a line please:)

...saw these guys last night and gosh-oh-gosh, they're too great.