Kisses For A Few People...

Well its late at night, its raining and george is playing in the background...am feeling slightly mopey but I suppose it gives me the right sort of atmosphere in which to have a think about all you kids who are important to me. Looks like this could be a long page. Go grab yourself a coffee.

Firstly, to Daniel. Or, should I say, Daniel Stanley Aloysius Ignatius Fitzpatrick Allen II. You're my funk soul brother. We're far far far too alike. And, I suspect, much too dependant on each other. Its been five years...2.20 pm May 8 1997...damn straight I remember! Always thought it was the best day of my life...well I guess some things are mixed blessings. I'd never had a best friend until I met you. And holy shit do we have some bitch fights! For some stupid reason I take out all my problems on you and you just come back for more. *awe-struck* You are a saint. Saint Daniel. Has that been done? Oh well. We never claimed to be original in the first place, did we?

Ian...thanks for YOUR splendiforous website, also residing in its happy cybermansion at tripod.com. It is truly grand. As are your parties. That was not sarcasm. I really enjoy Pictionary. *giggles* Thanks for Wednesday lunch dates...running away from certain people...putting up with my stalking and certain-boy-obsessive-ways...Conga Lions! Tiny Bananas! Genie Waiters at Star! *rotfl* I didn't show you those pictures did I? God I could be here all night if I keep on remeniscing about this shit. Yeah...you rock my world. As a fag hag I guess its' my duty to say such kind words.

Anthony...you remember one of our first weeks at the Con...we all went to the Jazzy Cat Cafe at West End for pizza...and I don't quite remember how this occurred, but we agreed on a $6 donation towards YOUR pizza in return for a specially composed piece just for me to play on the clarinet? I'm playing again you know...occassionally...when are we going to Gothpo? Yeah I know its not really called that, unlike that bullshit story you gave ma about a drive-thru catholic church in Canberra, Body Of Christ? That'd be nice! "Knock knock? who goes there? not the queen mum!" *laughs* crazy bastard. Must be something about strange people and our birthday.

Miss Megan, you have such style! I am yet to see anyone else who would wear leg warmers with stilettos in public. Its so nice to have a close friend who is a girl (no offence guys). Men Are Not Nice Guys - the Grand Pop Football Club is soooooooooo right. Yaaaay singledom. *coughs* Oh, and thanks for coming over and getting drunk on Christmas Eve with Dan and me. And coming with me when I got my mouth pierced. Also very much cherish the bitching in the lunch room and locker room and the toilets...and the parties! Stay away from Haagen Daas ice cream. I guess that, maybe for once, Ant was right about something. Too bad its about something as trivial as Nazi-German-measle ice-cream.

Erica, its only been nine weeks since I met you at Chorus. (And now look at us. We never go anymore. Or to Monday morning Lit lecture. Or Wednesday morning Media Lit lecture. But we never miss our ten-minute breaks and walk to the food store do we?) Its totally bizarre that I would meet someone who knows about everything I'm interested in...astrology...web page design...savage garden...what were the odds? Maybe one day we will beat the system and become teachers who actually do a little INSPIRING. Who make students come to love and appreciate music. (Screw English.) And on an even more serious note - truly, there are people out there that love us. You especially have Simon and Laura. Men will come and go but your best friend and daughter you're going to have forever.

Sweet Mellie Mel - you write the most beautiful poetry. I am inspired by YOU. I pick up the pen when I am feeling my most depressed (its usually when I'm on the bus, or about 11 pm at night) but nothing comes out. I guess theres' a reason I have a knack for music and not for poetry. Thank you so so so much for coming stalking with me. It was one of the best nights of the year! I'll meet Darren one day...who knows? Am so so so so so looking forward to his tour. Especially if we go backstage. And its been so long since I had something from Starbucks!

Maree - thanks for hauling my fat ass to the gym. And telling me how shagadelic I look when we go to parties. Promise me you'll let me take you clubbing for your 18th (however many years away it is!). Do you know how much I worry about you now? I will personally chaperone you to parties from now on if you want.

Steele - I blame you for the brunette hair. Remember that joke about the similarities between turtles and blondes - being f***ed once they're flat on their back? True wasn't it. Thus, brunette hair. Thanks for the drunken cuddles...and other stuff I wasn't so drunk for. Banana muffins, for example.

Anne, one day we're going to play Barbies. And maybe drink those horrible green-and-red drinks that you guys served at the Christmas/birthday bash. I saw my first porn movie with you...and Ian...and your friends, which I'm guessing at least half of them were of the type to NOT enjoy a heterosexual movie of that kind. Oh well. It was funny. Long live The Wizard Of Aahs. I have recommended it to everyone.

Jacki...I am sure that you will be not only Most Successful Person when we rock up at our reunion in 2009 not just from Redcliffe High but possibly out of everyone I know. I hope you run for Prime Minister.

To everyone else at Woolies...talk about service with a smile! I've had some of the most bizarre conversations with people at work...and that includes the customers. But thats another webpage altogether. One day, we're all going to find something alot better than standing at a checkout swiping other peoples' groceries or stacking shelves. But if I have to spend the next few years in absolute poverty doing this shithouse job then I'm glad its with such a bunch of great people. The parties...the bitching in the lunchroom...drinks at the Leagues Club...the warped messages over the speakers...my "Groceries/Bakehouse/Perishibles/Variety Service 40 (cos EVERYTHING is a Service 40 with me) to Register...Eight...no, Nine...Ten...um cancel that call". *laughs*

To everyone from the Conservatorium of Music (ok I just like saying it!) ...Nicole, Miranda, Eve, Katherine, Renee, Eve, Katrina, Yvan, Brett...2001 was the very best year of my life. I wish I was still there. Now, THAT place is inspiring. Don't worry guys I'll be back to do a couple of music classes Semester 2 next year. I can't wait to be back there...cos Cafe Allegro makes waaay better cappucinos than the Cafeteria at Mt Gravatt.

And while I'm feeling all sentimental, theres a few people from high school I'd like to send a big hug to...Alison, Joel, Kim, Lucia...its nice to chat to you occassionally! Its a bit sad how our lives have gone in different directions but hey, it makes for great conversations when we finally get our shit together! God, we're all grown up now! (Well some of you are. Myself, I will always be about 15 mentally.)

Tarsha-girl, its been aaaages. How is Redcliffe High treating you these days? Does the legend that is Bitchy Emma live on? Or have you stepped into my shoes? *lol* I know school sucks, but just hang in there! They're the most bludge-worthy years of your life, and its an awful horrible expensive world out there.

Brett, I finally saw the infomercial you're on! On Good Morning Australia, Thursday mornings! You're a star! (Didn't we have this conversation in Con Chorus many times before?) So, you're in control of your life now? (For those of you scratching your head, check out Bretts' ad.)

Darren Hayes...ok so you won't ever come to this website...but how someone gets inside my head and writes down whats going on in MY life and turns it into beautiful, funky, sexy songs? 'Mine is a restless heart don't try to fix it...' Oh how I cry. *sigh* I will keep on stalking to you until I actually meet you.

Britney Spears, I tried to be just like you. So I've lost 12 kgs. So I went blonde and tried to be a bit more provocative. Hell, I love dancing. And guys adore you. *snorts* Well it didn't really work. Blonde hair is so high-maintenance when you have trashy black roots.