tarantulatrash

Finally;

Posted in life, love, photography, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on June 16, 2010

Ash can has a Jamie.

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5 months of missing you.

Posted in culture, life, love, writing by tarantulatrash on May 30, 2010

It’s been exactly 5 months since the day Jamie and I met. It’s also ¬†been exactly 5 months since we decided we had to spend the rest of our lives together.

It’s been 4 months and 25 days since I’ve seen him.
He is here in 16 days. It’s going way, way too slow.

I’m still counting.

Posted in culture, life, love, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on April 30, 2010

4 months of love today.

46 days until I see him again.

Probably not going to let him go back to England. Even if I have to chain him to my house.

Sorry!

Posted in culture, funny, humour, life, love, melbourne, Uncategorized, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on April 12, 2010

I know I haven’t been as good a blogger lately, but I’ve been feeling like shit, been insanely busy and having a mini creative rut. Tonight, Jamie made me feel a whole lot better, by showing what he really thinks about my intelligent mind-

I shudder to think of what our children are going to turn out like.

I’m getting a film back tomorrow, with some good shots (I hope) of friends and Melbourne. Will scan/post/attribute words to ASAP.

Steam.

Posted in art, craft, culture, life, literature, lomo, lomography, love, photography, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on April 6, 2010

[please note, this was written a long time ago. jamie and i are as sickly happy as ever. in other news I GOT A TYPEWRITER!!!]

I am sick.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, love, photography, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on April 1, 2010

I’m sick. I can’t stop coughing, my eyes are leaky, my head hurts, my nose is running and I feel like I’m going to pass out. Hooray for the holidays.

Countdown- 75 days. Less than 11 weeks. My prince.

la la la la

Posted in culture, life, photography, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on March 29, 2010

This is not how it looks. Jamie had a hole in his pants, and I was inspecting it.

I have decided that moving to England is really my only option. I am going to apply for my registration to work as a physio in the UK later this year, and I will most likely be there by mid 2011.

I feel so, so relieved to have made a decision. I choose love.

Send me over.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, love, photography, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on March 27, 2010

Now.

Would you drop everything to move 10,000 miles for love?
I don’t know what’s stopping me. I’m not sure I’m brave enough.

I have the best boyfriend in the entire world.

Posted in life, love, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on March 22, 2010

From over 10,000 miles away, he sends me lilies. Jamie, you’re incredible. I love you. 85 days!!

I AM SO EXCITED!!!!

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, love, photography, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on March 22, 2010

I’m currently sitting waiting near my front door, as Jamie has informed me that someone will soon be knocking on it with a present. I AM SO EXCITED!!!!!!! And he is freaking out, because if they’re late, and I have to leave for work, the plan will be foiled. But I AM SO EXCITED!!!!! This photo is of Gianna. Lomo LC-A+, first roll I ever took. I was a little drunk, and every single photo came out moderately blurry.

90 DAYS

Posted in life, love, writing by tarantulatrash on March 17, 2010

There are only 90 days left, until I see Jamie again. I’ve never been one to count down to things, but this time it’s different.

Jamie lives in Leicester,¬† England. I live in Victoria, Australia. It’s possibly THE longest distance relationship two people could have. The last time we saw each other was the 3rd of January. He’s coming to Australia on the 15th of June. I have never been so excited about an event that is so far in the future.

Jamieeeeee come here nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

INDEPENDENCE.

Posted in Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on January 30, 2010

I’m writing this whilst sitting on my brand new black leather couch, in the gorgeous little minors cottage I am now the occupant of. It’s a beautiful night, the sort of Aussie summer night where you open the doors to the house to let the breeze in, whilst slathered in Aeroguard and armed with a can of Mortein. I have a Diet Coke with ice, I’m playing Portishead, I have a new, considerably higher income from a job I so far adore, and I HAVE INDEPENDENCE!!!

You would think that in my situation I would be content. The truth, however, is that I am far from it.

I am in love with someone who lives a mere 24 hour flight away. Sitting here, the silence isn’t soothing, but a deafening reminder of the fact that he isn’t here with me. I feel like my life is on hold, like everything I am doing up until I see him again is just filling in time.

Today, I filled my bookcase, and subconsciously put Ginsberg, Wordsworth and Kerouac on the top shelf, because they are our favourites. I placed a photo of London by my bed. Our scrapbook went straight onto the coffee table, and his T shirt into the top drawer of my bedside table. I thought about where he would put his clothes, and whether we would both fit on the couch.

I have never felt like part of me is missing, like I do right now. I feel incomplete, even lost. I wish I could drop everything and jump on a plane tomorrow. I know I’m not brave enough.

So I will sit and think and set up my drumkit, drink far too many diet-friendly carcinogens and go to bed wishing I was somewhere else.

This sucks.