Ah. You know what I love?
Vege burgers at sunset, listening to Josh Pyke and realising that I don't have all that long left until the holidays.
Opening itunes and realising I have 3 new podcasts from my favourite radio shows and settling in for the night with goood coffee.
Poison Ivy. Just in general. I mean, what isn't fantastic about Uma Thurman?
Russell Brand. _{Yeah I said it.}
40's-esque covers of Kate Bush.
Photo albums with newspaper clippings.
History folders exploding in the middle of intense southerly's.
Ballerina's on my calculator.
Cold mornings leading to warm afternoons and cool nights.
Exclamation perfume, because it reminds me of primary school and hope.
College trackies.
Irish accents "ah foo-ken toad." "A toad?" "Well it sounded Irish dinnit?"

But mostly Australia.
I've got some intense nationalism going on here.
There will be riots.
And barbecues.
We'll make a weekend of it.

And I've been getting urges late at night
To walk and walk for days and throughout nights
Through people's houses, picking food from plates
Through people's gardens, picking locks on gates

So we are moving to a lighthouse, you and I
While seas drown sailors, we'll be locked up safe and dry
And though our doors may knock and rattle in the wind
I'll just hold you tight and we'll not let those fuckers in.