teenage wasteland.

well, this is it. i know i know i'm being dramatic, but y'all can suck it cause i will shut up sooner than i'd like. more than anything i didn't want to turn 20 but hey. 11 minutes. no photos. no time.

things i've learnt (mainly from teen songs) (that i can no longer crank without an overwhelming sense of nostalgia) ...
- hello. it really can be a dirty word and lights out = less dangerous
- at 19 you do have a nervous breakdown.
- we're all wasted. (why have i JUST discovered this beaut).

i can now only listen to this version. while good, it is no nirvana ...



quick flick of a post to farwell my fond teenage years. however i wished i could've done it with more style and flare. oh, gerard way would be tickled.

back to black.

considering my obsession with superstitions, nirvana and conversely kurt cobain i had already planned to post and inform the world (my select readers ha) of the "curse of 27". but in light of recent events, now seems a more fitting time to post.

RIP amy winehouse and love to her family and friends. my mum text me the other morning to inform me of amy's death and immediately thought "i bet she is 27" (although, no one would have had any clue as to what i was on about). sure enough she was 27. she is now eligible (i really don't think that is the appropriate word to use) to join the exclusive, talented, missed, mourned and wonderful "forever 27 club".

the curse of 27, also known as the forever 27 club, is basically a group of famous musicians that have passed at the young age of 27. most notably Brian Jones, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison and Kurt Cobain. there is also an extensive list of (not as famous) other musicians that too have died at the age. (i had actually discussed this with someone a few weeks ago but predicted that i unfortunately though gaga would be next, then again ...). here is a superb post about it from recent.

i thought i'd leave you with more than just a cliched quote ending, but with the beautiful and last words of kurt cobain; up until a few days ago the most recent member of club 27.
i'm sure amy would be tickled ... to see the worldwide support she had/has.

i'll be back.

dear, blog,

i miss you and time after time you know i'll be back v soon, better than ever; so don't you worry. "i'm just a couple of blocks away".
however, in my absence i have come to the conclusion that i think they were lying when they said 'a picture is worth a thousand words'. despite my love of pictures/photography and although i comment alongside photos, i support this claim ... but only to an extent. you see when it comes to 2000-3000 word essays why can't i just bloody submit 2-3 pictures? seems sufficient enough to me.

that is all.
love, moo.
oh, would be tickled WILL be tickled.

my hero.

a minute out of your time to experience my hero and how proud i am of him (and the rest of the foos). x. "and this is for kurt" who else but dave grohl would be tickled. yeow!

ps - this, this and this are further (candid) evidence to support my claim.

we r who we r.

check out my beautiful friend sarah's blog - it is delish. i particularly enjoy the latest post in reference to our drunken escapades last night ...


(don't) CLICK HERE
^^^ yes, that was a mind-f*ck.

the violent femmes would be tickled to know how much they spiced up our night. a night out is not complete without a road-trip sing along ...

we'll be alright.

just learning to fly. it was as if i had never been on a plane before when heading to auckland - a huge plane flying domestically? i couldn't fathom the concept. (in saying that, the trip back was drastically at the other end of the excitement spectrum).
"happy in the club with a bottle of red wine, stars in our eyes cause we're having a good time. eh eh, so happy i could die. be your best friend, yeah i'll love you forever. up in the clouds cause we're higher than ever" - saturday night motto.
atop mt. eden overlooking the Auckland city skyline in madame hawke jeans, madame hawke swing jumper and (rumi neely) 'almost famous' sunnie from the cobra snake/shop.
first froz in a looooong time. well, when in auckland ...
and the show begins ...
so much for never taking candy from strangers.
dig a pony. pony club's katy perry after party w/DJ skeet skeet. we went a little nuts on photos here. casually bumped into jay reeves AGAIN. woohoo, biggest GC. "... our middle fingers in the air" - oh so badass. haha.
katy perry's DJ - DJ skeet skeet. apparently he'll "never forget" me. classic.the end of a crazy, sleepless, euphoric, drunken, hilarious and hungover weekend. oh so 'starstrukk' all weekend (get the connection there?). too mant title options. i have a sneaking suspicion that ke$ha would be tickled.

many photos courtesy of the stunning ellen worthington.

damn.

following on from our girl courtney and her epic score with ol' kurt ... i give you THIS. swoon. (hmm, i have never used that term before so lets hope it goes down well). forget my handbag fettish, delish boys with kittens are my kryptonite.

if you like that then check out cute boys with cats. dear, lord it is genius.
yum. (KP's alter-ego) kitty purry would be tickled.