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Even punker girls get the blues (punk as in Blondie and The Sex Pistols, not Blink 182)
Sometimes a girl's gotta put her foot down, right? Like, when her boyfriend keeps trying to make her listen to Tool and go to scary Roosters games. But it gets harder and harder to do when the aforementioned boyfriend is just so adorable in his pleas. "Come on...I'll do something girly with you," he bargains, "I'll see a girly concert with you. Or I'll get a manicure with you." "But I don't get manicures," I tell him, "cos I'm an artist and my nails are always dirty. Plus, I'm a tough rock star." "One day, you will see a Roosters game with me," he threatens sweetly.
Luke and Glorya invited us to their Dee Why pad on Saturday night. The occasion was a reunion for the gang who went down to Gawler. Almost everyone was there. There were digital photos flicking by on the television, home-made sushi (go Glorya), and LOTS of giggling over the new couples. We all headed down to the beach once it got close to midnight. The beach is one of my favourite places to be at night- I love the black water, and I like how you can run around and try to get people to tell you their secrets. It must be something about the scratchy sand and the lapping water and the stars that gets people to lower their defences. Anyway, Geoff and Luke got into their boardies and started wrestling each other in the water. Geoff has a few current obsessions: matchmaking, Johnny Depp, and wrestling. Then when I wasn't looking, he came out of the water and gave me a big hug. Too cute! Of course, I pretended that I was all annoyed at getting wet, but he said, "Oh, come on, you love it!" Am I so transparent?
Carla Gypsygirl's days as a true bohemian may be slightly numbered. That's right: the pressures of living and the lure of an iPod are forcing Carla Gypsygirl to leave her comfy self-owned business and look for a REAL JOB. I went for a graphic designer slash fashion designer assistant job the other day, and found myself face-to-face with a real recruitment agent called Amanda. She was actually really nice, and I could say stuff to her that I wouldn't normally say in an interview (e.g. "I have no idea how much money to ask for, anything sounds good at the moment!"). I had a proper interview with the company for that design position today. Amanda called me beforehand and said with a laugh, "I have to tell you this: if you turn up to the interview wearing what you wore yesterday, you will scare the living daylights out of the people there." My suspicions were correct. Not everyone feels overjoyed at the sight of a slightly scruffy-punk-rock slash bohemian-art girl. And I'd toned my outfit down and everything! Okay, this is what I was wearing: a blue t-shirt with sequins on it, a beige plaid mini-kilt thingy, knee-high black socks and purple Docs. I think it was the Docs that got to Amanda. They so reek of "I-AM-AN-ANARCHIST" etc etc kind of attitudes. Look, I wasn't even born when the Sex Pistols came out! Okay, so my hair was kind of crimped. But really, who cares, in the great Pantone-coloured scheme of things? |