Sunday 1
It's a beautiful day. It's warm, sunny, and glorious. There is this incredible patch of clover underneath my washing line that I just want to roll in everytime I see it. It's a luscious and squishy delight under my bare feet. I'm probably going to step on a bee, but the risk is outweighed by the experience.
I've been googled! People are finding this site by googling Effie Dee. This excites me. Why are you googling me?
Slowly getting all my stuff together. This will be a far more interesting and functional site very soon. Just need to avoid lying in the sun today and clean my room, and organise my pens, and sort through all my paper today instead.
Friday 6
Before work. Watching a terrible movie. I'm trying to understand the point, no, the reason why it's so popular. I've watched it over and over and I don't think I'll ever understand.
There are so many things I can't comprehend.
Monday 9
Beautiful weekend of running around shopping centre aisles. Sunny days, forgetting to do things and watering the babies. They're growing nicely. There isn't much more satisfying than watching something bloom.
Why do my feet hurt? I can't figure it out? they're itchy.
I have to try and dry my work pants with the power of my mind. I start in an hour. Oh god.
Saturday 14
Haven't done much but have a good time. Working for a spell each day and then lounging, or riding my bike, or swimming in my pool. Glorious funtimes.
The pool managed to make my hair turn a fantastically mouldlike shade of green, so I went on a frantic shop in town to buy hairdye in order to prevent hair related loss of job. I find when you think too much about things like choosing a hair colour it never works out. So, I just grabbed the first colour that caught my eye by a brand I trusted and then wandered over to a friends house to beg for cold water and a helping hand. Oddly, didn't feel self conscious at all walking around town with hair that was obviously a mistake. I suppose I'm sure of myself, or just don't care. There is a fairly important difference.
Sunday 15
Today I saw a horse in front of a fan with his mane blowing in the wind.
It was like an 80's music video.
I'm so lucky.
Monday 16
Oh! Damn you Star Trek! You're so appealing and silly, now I don't want to go to work. Although, I have more chances to see amazing 80's ponies if I leave. I wish I could draw in an illustrative sense. I want a T-shirt with a pony in front of a fan.
HELLS YEAH.
Wednesday 18
must draw, must draw, must stop watching dirty dancing and draw instead. must draw, must stop thinking about adorable new born foal today and draw instead. must draw, must not go swimming, must not lay in the sun in a bikini, must not eat or drink or do anything that isn't drawing..
whoops.
Thursday 19
A good doodle is about knowing when to stop, but there isn't any chance of a good doodle when you never start one.
I'm broken right now, I'm sore and tired and cranky, I want a cuddle and an ice cream, but I know I have to doodle.
I'm missing two yellow m&ms from my painfully OCD arrangement (in colour order) on my desk. This will bother me until I get so frustrated I eat them all.
I must find the m&m stealing bastard, hunt them down and forcefeed them yellow m&ms until they apologise.
If I could think of how to spell out an evil laugh imagine that it would be here.
Monday 23
Had an amazing weekend of lush behaviour. Wasted all my money, but enjoyed myself thoroughly. I am tired. So tired, so tired I might just pass out right now, but I'm wondering if eleven hours of sleep might just be a touch overboard.
Let's experiment.
Tuesday 24
Today I didn't fall off my bike.
This is an improvement, I feel.
Friday 27
Applying for a job in the Library. I have a mental image of what the job is, and I'm sure it's not what I have in my head, but what I do have in my head is amazing.
Dark rooms full of books and the smell of worn, loved paper. Cool basements and heaven.
Saturday 28
Considering I do nothing much on this site, I have a surprising amount of visitors.
You should email me.
ATTENTION. GIVE ME ATTENTION
WAAAAAA
I'm eating fried yellow tomato. Delicious and satisfying. Morning at the farmers markets, stealing kisses and cherries, fresh coffee, fresh food. Yum.
The world is fairly grand right now, even with the boy going away to have more fun than me, and me still in dirty pants from yesterday. I'm a grub, but a lovely grub I think
I'm going to visit my old work today, catch up with the lovelies, explore the world of animal supplies.
I want a puppy.
Nah, I want a dog. I want chickens and a vege patch more.
Sunday 29
There is something really sweet about listening to Elvis records when you're missing your boyfriend.
Lying on your floor reading a book and listening to a guy who girls have been pining over for 50 years.
I wonder how many women before me have read books on the floor and listened to Elvis because they felt wistful?
Monday 30
I have dreams of a perfect life, a white house with eves and and big yard, with flowers and vegetables, and a hedge made of blackberries. Chickens in the back, and a little pond with goldfish in. I like to think that if I have everything I want, I won't get bored, because I want to have things to do. A garden to tend, a house to love, and animals to care for.
I like to dream.