I'm moving in to my own studio on Saturday.
Living alone. Thoughts. Well, I may get so bored and lonely that after my six month lease I may re-emerge from my studio a psychological case to rival the Fritzls.
Or, I may spend the hours alone writing my novel (I'm 4 years behind now - Jane Austen was 20 when she wrote P & P, as mentioned previously in my blog, a post written when I turned 20, in fact... my how time has passed.)
I may take up painting...? I had a one hit wonder a few years ago, and may well do it again. And at least I can make an absolute mess without suffering the verbal abuse of uptight byatches.
I may be so desperate for company that I pick up a new boyfriend at the allegedly seedy Summer Hill pub. I will then have a male of the species to bring home and keep me sane if not amused.
Thoughts on Summer Hill. Up and coming 'trendy' suburb apparently. I can say stick it to my old Newtown friends, for Newtown will be so 'passe' by Saturday, and I will in fact become ubercool for living in the New Newtown. I mean, they already have at least two good cafes including one that serves Campos coffee. Now all they need to really turn me on is a massive Vinnies, and a few expensive funky clothing stores that have sales often enough for me to benefit. Done!
Yours with provisional sanity,
Lizwa