i'm tall, athletic-looking, ridiculously well-read, and utterly unimpressed with any of that. i'm slowly losing my hair and i don't care. i have a skin cancer, which doubles in size every six months, and i'm not going to do anything about it. i live five minutes from the beach, in a nice area, and i don't make the most of it. i'd like to be fluent in french and move to manhattan, but know i won't. i like people who are nothing like me.
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an obvious case of jaundice
about me
- coffeesnob
- melbourne, Australia
- single, male, 30s. favourite phrase: "the world was like this when i got here".
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7 comments:
i love your honesty. you're a dying breed.
bury my heart somewhere in london.
thanks for being the first ever,and possibly only, person to visit this blog and leave a comment... which isn't hate mail. as you can see i'm trying to make this place an electronic version of eeyore's "rather boggy and sad" corner of the 100 acre wood.
for being sweet you're going on my best of blogs list. unless you object.
ps. please don't say i'm dying.
Having read your blog from top to toe I have come back to comment on this post. I like people who are nothing like me too. I like you.
Do something about the cancer.
I agree with OG...do something about the cancer.
5 minutes from the beach? Just let me sit and sigh enviously there.
it's not a real beach. sure, there's sand, and sting-rays, and saltwater (and another 5 minutes away a nudist beach, but that is beyond creepy), but it's not the ocean. so it's not a real beach. not by australian standards.
about the other thing, i appreciate concern and will think about it. i don't have dependents so it doesn't much matter whether i stay or go.
you're all so nice.
Sounds like a beach to me!
Don't make me use the nephew card on you...cuz I will. Don't be a baby...go get it checked out ;) You're such a boy. -sigh-
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