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Dearest Damien,

It's true, you are the most romantic boyfriend that I've ever had, and the most thoughtful and you will happily sit through repeated viewings of the film 'Love Actually' and hold my hand when Tiff from Eastenders gets swept off her feet by that Hugh Grant chap. I like you for that. I like the way you look in that velvet fawn jacket, with your sexy almost-beard and your sad, melancholy eyes.

But Damien, don't you get a little tired of The Sad? Don't you just sometimes  want to bust out a sexy song that makes me want to rip your pants off? Hmmm? Instead, you pick fights with me at Blockbuster Video, argue over noodles versus pasta, and short skirts and crotchless knickers for no other reason than it makes good song fodder. And the way you stop whilst we're making mad, passionate love and dash to your moleskine to jot down song lyrics? Damien that's not really working for me.

Please stop calling me, your tears lost their powers of persuasion years ago and those little origami cranes just keep turning soggy in the rain on my doorstep.

Sincerely,
That girl from the 3rd track on your next album.

how did i forget the loveliness that is Sarah Blasko?
ahhhh sigh.
let's listen
and be happy in our little corners of the world.




i need that dress.
or
perhaps a black version of that dress.
i will wear it to work
and cast haughty looks of disdain at the customers who dare get on my nerves. i will take long sweeping strides about the store, my left shoulder always brazenly forward and make little 'tch!' sounds at the people who get in my way.

or something.

My dear friend Mr Gun has asked for my assistance in coming up with an idea for his upcoming Christmas party. Unlike my work Christmas party, Mr Gun will be attending a fancy dress extravaganza. The theme is something along the lines of 'Come as a pop star that you liked when you were a teenager.' Not a catchy title, but we get the gist.

I think that Mr Gun should take me along.
I'd go as Debbie Harry.

Anyway.
I've been using my brilliant research skillz to search for suggestions.
And i've come up with a couple of amazing ones which he has declined, including Rod Stewart and Bowie


(what on earth is wrong with them?)
until I finally hit upon the perfect suggestion,
guaranteed to pull the ladies...

Adam Ant.

A customer asked me today -
What are your pet hates?
She stared at me expectantly
as I mentally flicked through a little index box in my mind
but I struggled.
Finally I said "rude customers"
but to be truthful there's nothing I really HATE.
Hate is a strong word, no?

Sure there are things that get on my nerves
but I'm lucky enough that there's nothing in my life that I hate right now.
Oh crap. I just thought of something.
I hate that I no longer own my own house.
Yeah. I could safely say that I hate that.

What about you - is there something that you feel you hate or even strongly dislike? Men in spandex perhaps?
or people who block the step of the escalator so that when you're in a rush you can't quickly get by them and dash up the moving magical stairs? perhaps that annoys you?

when smoking in someone's face was de rigeur.

remember that time i told you about my fascination for wedding photos?
no?
quick re-cap then:

i like looking at photos of complete strangers on their wedding day. i don't know why? i just do. so, today whilst in the pursuit of my wedding photo fetish, i stumbled upon a new photographer, a chap who lives not far from me, in fact.

a chap called Jonas Peterson.
(a very good looking chap. as it happens)

so, anyway
take a look at these beautiful photos!
it almost makes you want to get married
as though you could somehow climb inside the happiness
represented in those images.

 Jonas doesn't just take wedding photos.
here are a few of my other favourites:



you can see more of Jonas Peterson's photos here...