I have been relatively successful, in that i have kinda written three drafts of cv’s for three different jobs and sent them to the smartest person i know to make them into actual readable thoughts instead of just thoughts. Because i don’t think i am actually capable of saying i am good at things. I am, but they don’t believe me i all i write is, “I can do this blidnfolded, hire me, thanks.”

I have watched Ghost in the Shell with my amazingly goodlooking boyfriend and eaten hot chips and drunk coffee from downstairs. I have also done a few laps of a pool and read some of my book whilst sitting in the sun. I woke up late and ate raisin toast for breakfast because, while i cannot actually consume that product, i was craving it. I have allowed myself to appreciate the beauty of my life, while still living out of a bag waiting for our household goods such as the ever important bed, to arrive in the different state i have just moved to. Simply put, im frustrated by that situation but my life is also quite wonderful. I should not complain, my gender wants otherwise.

Overall rather successful. I now live in Melbourne and have wanted that for over a decade. It is however still odd to me that the sun doesnt go down til after 9pm. Makes me feel like i should be doing more with my life because i have more time in the day. And isnt that what we all actually wish for.

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