I reconsidered the use of anti-consumerist songs for Christmas soundtracks; I have decided it is a great idea, with much potential for mean-spirited playlists. It's coming along slowly, but I should have it all together by next Christmas. I just need to find that Shonen Knife song where they randomly name check every Christmas icon randomly for a few minutes.
Also, the man who made noodles has died. Poor students all over the world, a moment of silence please.
Speaking of which, it's an ugly scene trying to find a new place to live in Sydney. It's spoiled and petulant of me, but I'd really like to live alone.
I think it was the Arkansas sherriff that broke me for sharehouse living. It wasn't so much his constant lying about himself ("I'm a homicide detective/personal bodyguard/weapons instructor/skate prodigy/published novelist/well-adjusted human being" despite all the evidence to the contrary found through Google) or his constant lying to/about his flatmates ("I haven't used the toilet for six months/my flatmate punched a hole in the wall/my flatmate kicked a hole in my door") as much as it was the way he ate fried chicken without his false teeth. I could close my door and put my head under the pillow all I wanted, but that would never stop the wet, sucking grisliness of it all.
Never again. Even if it means paying a ridiciulous amount of money and not eating.