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Mon, Mar. 15th, 2004, 07:16 pm
Darling...

I love the word "darling" when it's used by someone I love. My brother says it when he's happy.

Some days my brother is just adorable. Of course, some days he's a colossal pain in the arse, but hopefully those days will wane over the coming years. He's 19, has just bought a Hilux ute (which he loves), and likes to take it on drives out to the bush with his mountain bike (which he loves even more).
He's tall and good-looking in a lanky, slouched kind of way.
He likes to buy Bonsai plants and work with them, and he loves his alcohol.

My dad calls me "Darlin'" when he's happy. Dad works hard every single day, he loves music and red wine. He has a bad knee (which he won't admit) and is our dog Sunny's favourite family member. He always smells nice when he goes out to dinner and loves a pair of soft cotton shorts which he wears around the house to mum's immense displeasure.

Fri, Mar. 12th, 2004, 10:52 pm
Increase Peace

I don't understand. I sit in front of the television, images of destruction before my eyes and I wonder how this can happen.

I have been looking on the net for information about Al Qaida (and I know the authorities are saying that it was ETA that were the suspects for the Madrid train attacks, but it's time I knew what Al Qaida wanted as well), but I can't find anything that explains what it is that they want.
Perhaps if we could find out what they wanted we could try to compromise or find a solution.

For now, I will leave you with this: If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other. --Mother Teresa

Thu, Mar. 11th, 2004, 10:36 pm

Tonight my heart aches. Physically because I saw a film that scared the daylights out of me ("Butterfly Effect" - it was very well written, it was just scary) and tightened my chest.
Figuratively because I'm listening to David Gray's "White Ladder" album.

I just got my hair cut really short and coloured it red. I love it. I had this haircut when I was 17 and now that I have it again, it feels like home.

Thu, Mar. 11th, 2004, 12:19 pm
The First

Because it's too much fun not to have space to write.

I'm supposed to get my hair cut and coloured in two hours. It's currently shoulder-length and blonde with copper highlights. I'm about to cut it short (and choppy) and colour it warm burgundy red. That's the plan anyway.

I have a slight fear of hairdressers. Not that they're going to do my hair wrong, just that I won't be able to get up and move around if I'm feeling nervous. So there you go. Nervous about being nervous.

But think how great I'll feel after it's done!