a day in streams of conscious thought

oh my god oh my god. i've liked koreless vaguely for about a year and a half but never really got into it that much and now this mix is all i want to listen to. morning and night. it's so fucking dreamy and perfect and i want to have sex with it and listening to it. fuck. it's so sexy agh mmmmmm my ears.

what else? life is pretty sweet, has involved magheritas/tacos/duty free/coogee bath swims/study sessions/accidental mad glebe house party/overanalysing texts/watching all of two broke girls to date/op shops/reinstated love affair with mustard on all food/giving up daily coffee for chai tea/possible new job/interval training/sweaty/super moons/pastizzi and wine/murakami/brunch/unkempt nail varnish - sorry/inappropriate work outfits every day of my fucking life/hole in the sole of my boots getting bigger each day/liking gin for the first time ever/CRAIG NEVERFAILED/love rhymes with hideous carwreck.

also i'm volunteering for sydney writer's festival which is the most amazing event ever! they gave us this goodie bag of books and notebooks and pens and bath stuff and aw yay and there's just so many inspirational people around and it reminds me that all i want to do in life is read and write and that maybe my creative writing masters is still a good idea and that i am always going to end up hating any job i have because it's not creative enough. i am going to put more effort into my writing and try and save even harder than i already am but right now i am far too busy BEING IN LOVE WITH THE ABOVE FOREVER MMMMMMMMMMM FUCK and i'm eating salad covered in mustard, oh yeah.