Sometimes I think my life is like hating Alison Ashley.
Like I am Erica Yurken.
The awkward, self absorbed, über ( seriously, who uses über anymore?) dramatic, plain, short one.
Then ( regularly ) my life/the situation montages in front of my eyes - like at the end of the movie.
Snippets of conversation and a flash of 2 second images brightening my cornea.
That's when I realise what a complete twat I have been this whole time.
Sigh.
At least I accept that I am a massive brat.
Oh! ....Hey Mum!
P.s: Tasmania has great cheese. I miss great cheese.. and apples. You guys don't know how good you've got it down there with your cheese and your apples..
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