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This is just a blog for thoughts - songs that are speaking to me, pics from where I've been today, or projects on the drawing board.
Just a random outlet.
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coeval happenings
reading: Moab is my Washpot - Stephen Fry
listening to: Napalm & Silly Putty - George Carlin
travelling/staying in: SA, NSW & Vic - depending when you catch me

Let's call today: 'Thursday, 30 September 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
okay, who's jealous????

my dad's 6ft courier man just pulled into the driveway and I called out:
"hey, who's this comin' in?"
then I saw who it was and said:
"oh it's only that good-looking fella!"
and he was all happy and opened his arms and said:
"aww come on then!"
and i, being the hug addict that i am, ran up to him and i got the biggest cuddle i've had for a long time.

i love him, he rules.

my dad laughed and asked me afterwards:
"where do you know him from?"
I shrugged and said:
"nowhere, just from him coming here all the time to drop off your stuff."

i really am a whore!

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pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
I stole this from 'Boo Too'. I am such a stealer lately.

A - Age:
20, but give me a month =OD

B - Bands listening to right now:
Dashboard Confessional

C - Career of the future:
Hmm, something to do with digital art perhaps?

D - Dad's Name:
Artie - ahahahaha what a dolt.

E - Ethnic Background:
I believe the politically correct term is Caucasian or something like that. My ascendency goes back to Poznan, Prussia.

F - Favorite song at the moment:
"The Luckiest" Ben Folds

G - Great escape:
ooh i love that film! umm, y'mean where i escape to? my writing, my music, my acting; and the marina by the beach with a pretty sunset.

H - Hometown:
Noarlunga, SA. go the south, hyuck hyuck.

I - Instrument:
I fake piano & guitar. Really i can only play my own songs on each, and a few piddly attempts of real music.

J - Job Title:
Shitkicker / Shedbitch / sometimes-supervisor

K - Kids:
No, not now, not ever.

L - Last person you talked to on the phone:
Katie? She didn't even know I went away! waaaaa!

M - Mum's Name:
Juli.... yes there is supposed to be no 'e' there.

N - Number of Siblings:
1 thank god.

O - Oldest Sibling:
Alex - 8 yrs older than me.... does he act it????? Do I? No... oh yeah, fair call :D He was good brother when we were growing up together.

P - Phobia[s] / Fear[s]:
I used to be terrified of aliens.... ET was after me, I swear, he used to look in thru the toilet window, and across the hallway into my room. so i hated having my door open at night.

Q - Favorite Quote:
"Even if those voices are not real - they often have some really good ideas."
"Junk is something you collect for years, then throw away just before you need it."

R - Road Trip:
Hmmm, I think the roadie to Tijuana was my favourite, tho not the longest. Wilton, NSW to Surfer's Paradise was pretty fun too.

S - Song you sang last:
"Frank Sinatra" by Cake

T - Time you wake up:
This morning it was about 9ish cos I had a bad dream =O(

U - Unknown fact about me:
Oooh let's see..... ok, a few people know this: I once started to go down on a guy in the loungeroom of a shared house... the moron stopped me, and i've never let him forget it =OP

V - Vegetable you Hate:
parsnips! YUCKO!!!

W - Worst Habit:
Ummm, pick one.... talking too loud and interrupting.

X - X-rays you've had:
Some on my wrist when I was a kid, but thats it.

Y - Yummy Food:
I'm a born again fan of choc-covered fruit.

Z - Zodiac Sign:
I'm a true Scorpio

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Let's call today: 'Wednesday, 29 September 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
"having a kid is just like having another dog"
-marty from big brother on his new show

this is also a guy that said: "...isn't a wedding supposed to be about elegancy...?"

"elegancy" huh? - is that even a word?

i think that both he and his dumbass fiance are just that, dumbasses. i hope that their 'outback wedding' gets crashed by a bunch of crocs.

people should know when their celebrity status is manufactured... and for god's sake let's get some decent TV shows. sheesh.

if australia's TV audiences really wanna watch some otherwise unknown people saying and doing irrelevant and random obscurities, then hell give me the time slot, some of my friends and I could fill it better than that. I'm sure our video nights would be a much more interesting reality show.

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pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
how delighful is this?
im blew my snotty nose and greenish mucus welled up in my right eye.


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Let's call today: 'Tuesday, 28 September 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
ok ok, blogger is mad i havent posted, so run for your lives its...

an update blog
dum dadum dum!

today i got around to reading a message that was waiting for me at mogenic... stalkers and fans - where would my social life be without them? i know for a fact this site would not have much of an audience without them i can tell you that much.

the girl seemed nice - and normal - which makes me even more suspicios that she must have 11 toes on her left foot and a hunchback or something, cos people from mogenic who seem normal, definately arent so (one or two exceptions of course).

right now, i am extremely cold right down to the bone because i was the 'picker' for today at work and spent most of the day wet and muddy. tho i did kinda have fun with that, drawing a mud moustache on my face and writing on my big yellow raincoat. mehehehe. my jeans can just about stand up on their own tho, yuck. i was caked with it. loooong shower a bit later i think.

for those of you who have been asking, i will get my site about my holiday up and running soon. i just havent had time.... what with working, and partying, and unpacking, and socialising, and having meetings, and drinking, and visiting, and driving, and fucking - oops did i say that out loud? - ok, i havent done all that in the few days i've been home (sadly) but i sure ache like i have been, esp the fucking part.
feh, stupid menstruation making me sore.

why the fuck do we have to go thru with it anyways? esp when i know i wont be having children... dammit, why didnt the cosmos skip me and give it to some poor woman who wants a family but cant, cos i sure as hell dont want it (or the crap that comes with it) and i feel bad for having such a prime 83 model here and never wanting to take it for a test drive, when so many people dont have a car of their own.....

got a bit lost in my analogy there huh? oh well, can i be fucked deleting it? of course not.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children her uterus fell out. - Paul McDermott

This isnt much of an update post.... hmm, more updating and less posting i think.


Friday Nite i came home from Stawell... oh thank god the nightmare was over... lol nah, it was fun for the most part.

Saturday AM i slept in - in my own bed! oh how i missed it!!

Saturday PM i went to seaford cheap as chips where i again turned down buying those funky umbrellas. grrr on me!

Saturday Nite - the 4th (?) Den Nite. we watched lots of hugh jackman... mmmmmmmmmmmm..... how deliciously wolfy... and cracked open a pinata eliza made. wahahey! and i made pizza's and composed a lovely spread of fairybread platters :P

Sunday AM for some reason i woke up early, so i half-watched/ half-listened to bits and pieces of Quills and Edward Scissorhands while cleaning up the HORRIBLE MESS in Sara's kitchen.... only small portions of which was caused after our arrival. then i went in to wake up carly to find that she was already awake and was just lying there while i slaved away at cleaning, instead of getting up and helping me. FEH.

Sunday PM we went to face paint at the MV club. it sucked, but we had fun. and Eliza and I constructed a plan to become street performers.

Sunday Nite - i fell asleep at 7pm!! omg!

Monday and Today i worked stupidly long days for mondays and tuesdays, and now im cold.


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Let's call today: 'Monday, 27 September 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
Ok, I'm stealing this from Carly, who stole it from Kirsty, who stole it from her friend Andrew, who stole it from their friend Emma, who is just crazy enough to have come up with it.

Instructions: On your current playlist, hit shuffle and pick the first ten songs on the list (no matter how cheesy or embarrassing), and write down your favourite line of the song. Try to avoid putting the song title in the line. Then, have your friends comment and see if they know the songs.

1. Run, run, run, let's have some fun, fun, fun, we'll drink, drink, drink, a toast to the sun, sun, sun.

2. i shoulda changed that fuckin lock, i woulda made you leave your key.

3. oui or no? follow me and you will know... wicked, we're wicked.

4. cast me off so discourteously when i have loved you for so long, delighting in your company.

5. if you disappear out of view, you know that i will never say goodbye.

6. i'm sorry i know thats a strange way to tell you that i know we belong.

7. i can feel us dying, are we?

8. i tipped the chauffeur when it was over and i gave her my own ride.

9. poor, all my life i've always been poor. i keep asking god what im for. and he tells me 'gee im not sure... sweep that floor kid.'

10. my best friend told me what you did last nite: you left me sleepin in my bed. i was dreamin when i shoulda been with you instead.

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Let's call today: 'Saturday, 25 September 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
yes it's me again.
in general i had a nice break - the fact that i was with my parents made things interesting. i will go into more detail about the more pleasant aspects of the trip, but right now, since im typing about it anyway, let me paste a snippet from a conversation with kirsty regarding one particular occurrence of a switch atop the Stawell Lookout.

vix says:
i nearly smacked my dad out on tuesday

MedusA says:

why's that

vix says:
my mum stumbled, just a lil step down, and he grabbed her and freaked out and had a go at her how she never looks where shes going and fuckin this shit that - he panics at the tiniest thing - and that was enough to upset her

vix says:
and as she was starting to get teary as it was she said that he didnt have to speak like that to her he blew up and yelled "yes but if something goes wrong what happens to us??" or something like that

vix says:
and then the next thing i knew i had walked up the step, grabbed his collar and screamed into his face to shut the fuck up, and he tried to rally back at me and went to grab my shirt too but i shook him off and stepped back forward and said - i dont know why - that if he ever hurt her id fucking kill him, and to back the fuck off. he looked really shocked cos id never done that to him - many times wanted to - and we were walking back to the car

MedusA says:

well, sounds like you had a relaxing holiday then ....

vix says:
and he was sorta still frozen for a sec as i took mum down the rest of the steps and walked her back and i spun back around and told him that we should fucking leave him here and that he's a selfish dick and that what pisses me off is that all he was worried about was not that she coulda hurt herself, but no 'what happens to us?' and i said how thats a real loving attitude. then i was back in the car, and my mum got in then him and he said sorry, real subdued. and i kinda came back into consciousness again cos i was just running on adrenalin and i noticed how i was shaking just a little and how steady and hard my gaze was on everything and that my last two finger on my hand hurt and my arm ached from the enormous grip i must have had him in.

vix says:

for quite a while after that he was very quiet and nice to everybody.

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Let's call today: 'Saturday, 18 September 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
ok, so i'm not exactly one of those nuts who lives by the daily stars in the paper, or calls the 1900-SUCKER numbers, but sometimes there are a few things that ring so true.
the ones i really agree with are in bold, the rest,... well i think they're all true to some degree. some are repeated, so if i have made one bold and not the other, do it in ur head =oP

trademarks of a scorpio

-partially enlightened entity
-hard for Scorpio to ever totally surrender
-born knowing, yet sensing so much more that needs exploration
-all have some Scorpio in their psyche (it's presence behind desire)
-slave to their bodies
-allows desire to rule
-emotional, sensitive, psychic, and moody
-most determined of the signs

-knows what he/she wants from life
-through determination manages to achieve most of those wants
-good at seeing things as they really are
-not often disillusioned
-believes forewarned is forearmed
-sense of justice demands an eye for an eye
-rather hard on people who oppose their desires
-birth, death, sex, religion, and truth equated as needing total understanding for the good of their own spirituality
-don't make an enemy of a Scorpio
-loyalty established by this sign is a serious affair

-psychic, sensitive nature works to promote accurate perceptions of situations and relationships
-dauntless, penetrating, ambitious behavior


-being secretive, vengeful, and prying
-add manipulative to that
-will get others working for them if possible
-enjoys feeling power

-having others carry out orders is one of his passions
-uses power to get what he desires
-can be ruthless and cruel
-know death well and feels there is more here that needs learning
-always hungry for something beyond themselves
-purity and love is worth any sacrifice to be conquered as a challenge
-are sexually uninhibited, emotionally fearful, and mentally suspicious
-will indict, try, convict, and sentence a person who has opposed them
-others may not even be aware they had transgressed or crossed Scorpio
-slave to their bodies --- allow desires to become their rulers
-emotional, sensitive, psychic, and moody
-most determined of the signs
-knows what he/she wants from life
-through determination manages to achieve most of those wants
-good at seeing things as they really are
-not often disillusioned
-loyalty established by this sign is a serious affair
-psychic, sensitive nature works to promote accurate perceptions of situations and relationships
-dauntless, penetrating, ambitious behavior
-forewarned is forearmed
-sense of justice demands an eye for an eye
-hard on people who oppose their desires
-makes a mean and nasty enemy having little conscience concerning others and no reservations for what must be done

hmm yes......
so i am not a nice person. even my sign shows that.

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pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
goodbye for a week.

eeew an earwig just disappeared between the SHFT and CTRL keys!
last night i had a nice nice nice time.
tho all my leg muscles ache like i've run a marathon, and my folks look at me strange when i bump my rather sore boob and wince.
oh well, perhaps i'll find another nice person to play with while I'm in Victoria next week?
sex is so much nicer when you're having it with someone who doesn't "not feel like it"
ahem yes well... i'll stop my rather mean digging now =oP
see you next week everyone. xx
end communication.

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Let's call today: 'Friday, 17 September 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
The Cast
a) jill - my boss
b) 'peppa' - her dog
c) demetrius & madisun - my ducks

The Scene
Today I watched in horror as a) set b) onto c).

I was going to x) miss a) in her f)ing h).

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pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
HAHAHA hell yeah!

Which flock do you follow?

this quiz was made by alanna

6:22 pm | Post A Comment... >

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:

How random are you?

this quiz was made by alanna

of course!

6:17 pm | Post A Comment... >

Let's call today: 'Thursday, 16 September 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
snapshots of vicki's box

ewww you grotty gross people why on earth would you want to see that??? no, no i mean this box:

isnt it cool?

I got that at the Salvo's on Beach Road just now for $4.50!
I also got a couple of T-shirts from the 'Orange' shop.

I liked this one:

Like my tits?

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Let's call today: 'Monday, 13 September 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
there is nothing quite like hearing anyone between the agess of 40 and 65 violently coughing up pleghm.

i recommend it.

even better if you're in the same room.

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pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
as inspired by the previous post

an excerpt from
dictionary of words that should be invented

schneh?: colloquialism. a) pardon? b) excuse me? c) what the hell did you just say?

insipidity: n. the art of being stupidly over-sensitive and fickle about the most mundane of events or occurences.

confusive: adj. a quality one must possess in order to become completely confusing all the time with a zen-like Confucious philosophy behind each statement.

nasal-retentive: adj. a) a blocked nose b) painful swollen sinus infection c) the art of sticking record breaking amounts of small objects into your nose.

poemtry: n. form of plebian literature in which verses do meet the requirements of being called 'poetry' but written without the talent, skill or impact of the latter.

hell: n. a) home of the damned after death b) a week in Stawell with 2 stupid old people.

splendoriffic: adj. term to describe extreme exuberance, often used in sarcasm. see also, fantabulous, ducky and just-fucking-peachy

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pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
oh yeah - thats what i was going to tell you all...

jan the man

now, for people who havent heard of jan the man, i will give you some brief info:
jan the man, as her 'name' indicates is a very masculine dyke of a lesbian who works at my herb farm. she has pracitcally zero personality and has a habit of taking things a little too personally. for example, ember walked over to get a tissue as jan the man was coming in and said 'yuck so snotty!' and jan the man whipped around and glared at her.... a little self conscious maybe? perhaps. this is a mere drop of water in the ocean of jan the man's insipidity - is that a word? i dont care if it isnt, i like it and i shall add it too my dictionary of words that should be invented.

anyway on to jan the man...

this is a woman who, if you had said hello to her in the morning, then after not seeing her for a few hours you say hello again, she'll raise her eyebrows at you and say 'you already said hello to me today....?' like you're talking crazy... which i do, but that is beside the point.

but any which way you look, jan the man was a bit meh around me when i first started and i concluded she just had a problem with everyone - suspicions which we later confirmed by all - but then one day she just arrived to work and was bright and cheery. i guessed she'd either gotten some good sex by her equally butch lover, or had an exorcism of some kind.

friday, i was working with my hair down, glasses on and gloves cos i was working with wet stock. my hair kept falling in my face and i kept having to fish out stray hairs from my mouth as a talked. finally i got fed up and said, 'I need someone to just stand here and brush my hair from my face everynow and then'.

jan the man had come in and up until this point had been quietly doing whatever she was doing writing in some notebook that the groundspeople use. when i said that, she piped up and said 'i can brush your hair for you vicki...'

let me tell you right now... thats about the longest time of silence i've ever gone through on a friday at work. the inside of my head was like the business floor on wall street, with alarms and screams in the background - but outside you could hear a pin drop, and all eyes seemed to turn to me awaiting my response....

i dont want some butch bulldyke pawing her fingers thru my hair! *shudder*
um... they're waiting for you to say something.
yeah but what the fuck do i say???
i dunno.... anything!... make a joke out of it or somethin'

"Umm, no thanks jan (the man) ... i dont trust anyone to touch my hair... I mean, if I let just anyone touch my hair, then you'd ALL want to do it!"

*phew* saved.
will that do?
who cares? just laugh and get back to work.

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Let's call today: 'Sunday, 12 September 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
i dont think i've ever blocked so many people in all my online life.

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pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
the race

theres a difference between you and i
with me its either do or die
with you its slowly stroll along
but this world's meant only for the strong.

cos when the pressure's on i'll be like a flash
while you're still fumbling with the cash
and there's a lane in life made just for me
'8 items or less' in the local Woolies.

its a dangerous game when there's a sale
you know i'll be there, rain, shine or hail
sleet or snow i'll grab my brolly
and beat you to the nearest trolley.

i'm even better at The Show
when people push me to and fro
I just take a stoller and plunge through the crowd
Pile showbags in and yell real loud

and if someone ever gets in my way
you can take the bet they'll rue the day
when they took on the shopping master
cos every year i'm getting faster

im the motherfucking shopper with a 'tude to match
and you better run quick when i run out of cash
paper or plastic, credit or savings
god help you when i get my cravings.

dont 'tsk' at me with your basket half full
these enviro bags are a load of bull
cos since they made canvas to put groceries in
ive no more bags to line my bin

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pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
In my world there'd be a blue sky dotted with white fluffy clouds all the time so that whenever you wanted to you could lay down on the grass and try to see things in the shapes the clouds made.

and there'd only be handful of people in it. no one bad could ever get in. no one could touch us. ever.

i could quite happily live in my own little world forever.

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pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
Last night I went to the show.

Why are people such dicks?

For now, that is all I'll say.

Ok, I was just told about something horrible that happened today - the body of a 2 year old boy was found buried in the sand dunes of Pt Noarlunga... which, for my globetrotting visitors, is not that far from my area... his father was charged for his murder.

Wow. Good news day today huh?

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Let's call today: 'Friday, 10 September 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
behold, my long overdue return!
hoorah i hear you say! hoorah!

welcome back vicki my friend, oh how i missed your fantastic quips of witty humor and talented writing - even though you just spelled 'humor' like a fucking American, but nevermind for we love you so - and please dont ever go away again!

Anyone seen the atrocity film 'Ned' (2003)?
This is what I just heard from it:

Bartender: "what'll ya have?"
Ned: "umm..... a shot of something..... how bout a cock sucking cowboy?"

*enter gay cowboy stripper to the theme of Its Raining Men*


oh i had so much to say - so much to share with you whilst i've been gone but alas my poor computer died waaaaaaa

so, i shall enlighten the ignorant masses with a survey that everyone hates - err loves... well i do so ner!

1. What time did you get up this morning? umm, woke up or got up? cos theyre really 2 different things!

2. Diamonds or pearls? Neither really, but diamonds if i had to choose - pretty and hard... like me.

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? The Village by M. Night Shyamalan.... hmmmmm scary?

4. What is your favourite TV show? Would have to be Simpsons of course

5. What did you have for breakfast? Rice Bubbles and Tea

6. What is your middle name? Blerrr Louise.

7. What is your favourite cuisine? Hmmmmm.... way too many answers.

8. What food's do you dislike? Not a big fan of parsnips or radishes!

9. What is your favourite crisp flavour? Y'mean chips? Umm Salt and Vinegar!!

10. What is your favourite CD at the moment? My mixed Ben Folds CD is kinda being played alot lately.

11. What kind of car do you drive? '86(?) Ford Laser. Bright and Shiny and RED!

12. Favourite sandwich? Mmmm ham and mustard and mayo.... nummy

13. What characteristic do you despise? Any of mine? Maybe those people that just whine for the sake of hearing their own voice and getting sympathy... oh and people who do things just to get noticed... like cutters who arent really cutters but just do it so they show their 'scars'. Fake people in general.

14. Favourite item of clothing? My denim jacket with the woolly inside - and my faux fur coat mmmm warmmmmmmmm.

15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? UK... or maybe Peru provided David never left my side and translated and was there for me to snog.... umm... i mean... hmmm...

16. What colour is your bathroom? Greeeeeeeeeeen tiles and Blue walls. It needs to be renovated though.

17. Favourite brand of clothing? Wave Runner... oh and 'Reef Breaker' or something... whatever GOLO sells :P

18. Where would you retire to? Somewhere nice and sunny and warm.

19. Favourite time of the day? Twilight. It's purty.

20. What was your most memorable birthday? Ummm i remember my 7th was at the zoo.... hopefully this one coming up will be coooooool - woohoo the old age of 21.

21. Where were you born? Bedford Park, South Australia.

22. Favourite sport to watch? I quite liked snowmobile racing in the USA.

23. Who do you least expect to send this back to you? Well.... I'm posting this soooo.... everyone???

24. Person you expect to send it back first? Anyone that forgets that this is a site post not an email?? And not even I have friends that stupid! (please dont prove me wrong, fans).

25. What fabric detergent do you use? I am quite partial to Woolwash - mmmmm fuzzy.

26. Coke or Pepsi? Coke definately.

27. Are you a morning person or a night owl? Night Owl - tho not by much. But I'm definately not a morning person - I never used to be this bad - and not as bad as some *ahem* carly....

28. What is your shoe size? ummm Men's 7... ladies.....9? i think...

29. Do you have any pets? A poor sore paw puddy who doesnt like this cold weather :(

30. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with your family & friends? Umm.... i like girls?... but you know that...

31. What did you want to be when you were little? A writer like my hero Roald Dahl and I'd illustrate my books. Aah the cartoonist still lives in me.

32. What are you meant to be doing today? I was meant to be working, and i did, then Ember and I went to the pub where I had two drinks and loosened up and started talking and talking and talking and now someone I work with knows more about me than I'd like, cos I always said no one at work would know me that well - even tho Ember is the closest thing to a friend at work.

Thats my survey.

So yeah, Ember just listened to me ramble and when I put down my head and told myself to stop talking she put her hands on mine and told me go on. I said 'you're hearing the world of vicki' and she patted my arm and told me she liked hearing it and that it's interesting. And when we left she hugged me and said goodbye and then "i'm glad i'm your friend".

I didnt really say anything, just sort of smiled, embarassed slightly about everything I had said about myself to her. It wasn't alot. Nothing all that revealing, I think I say more on here, but still, for some reason I just didn't want anyone I that work with knowing me so well, however small that amount may be. Still, Ember is different, I dont think anyone else from work would have gotten all that out of me.

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Let's call today: 'Thursday, 2 September 2004'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:

"Side Dish" Posted by Hello

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