Archive for November, 2006

My Boyfriend Went to Thailand and All I Got Was This Damn Prostitute

Wednesday, November 22nd, 2006

And the lesson to be learned is “be careful what you wish for”.

Just for the Record

Thursday, November 9th, 2006

Today has been a wonderful day.

Not for any particular reason, just one of those days made up of small, eclectic shards that come together so warmly and perfectly.

After dropping my car off for a service, I had breakfast with Stuart at his house, as he’s leaving for an overseas business trip tomorrow morning (the only blight to the day). I sat and read my current book – Rosalie Ham’s The Dressmaker – in the sun over coffee, before doing some Christmas shopping before going to work at the bookshop, where I wafted around compiling purchase orders and generally playing with books. I tell people I’m happy as long as I’m near books and they think I am being cute and whimsical and a wee bit twee, but it’s true. My career trajectory thus far has been about books and sex toys, and while I have moments where I despair about the lack of a “real job”, I can’t deny that it does all make me happy.

I had a moment of perfect bliss around four in the afternoon, after a wonderful conversation with a customer about feminist sci-fi, where I stood behind the counter listening to the new Regina Spektor CD and gazing around the shop. It was…peaceful. That deep-seated sense of peace where nothing is a concern; it’s a feeling I get less and less often recently.

After work I caught up with Stuart for dinner and goodbye kisses in Little Bourke St, before heading on to the Visible Ink launch, which was full of wonderful people and has yielded a wonderful book I’m excited about reading. It was wonderful to catch up with people, especially in light of my increasingly sporadic attendence at uni, and wonderful to meet some delightful new people.

Apart from a long, terrible moment where I thought the mechanic had lost my car keys, everything has gone well. Simple joys.  When the world and more locally my life often feel so full of ugliness, it’s good to remember they exist.  It’s my arse-end-of-the-year resolution to find more of them.