So after a year long hiatus, i have decided that it is time i get back to blogging the insane yet somewhat chic thoughts in my metamorphic mind.

A lot has changed, hell - I feel like a completely different person… Should i change my name again? Eh, I think if you do you more than twice the government puts you on some crazy watch list. I’m not crazy, just been subject to too many Nicki Minaj personality changes.

Life is so different from the “idea” i had when i purchased my one-way ticket to the “big city” on my maxed out AMEX. I’ve become six shades lighter of white, quite possible to pass as an Albino. No tanning solution seems to suffice - From a can: Too orange; From the sun: Cancer. I still choose the second when the sun manages to pierce through the thick layer of Melbourne gloom.

Melbourne has a striking similarity to Gotham City… Dark, Desolate and full of Bats (Seriously the amount of times i been freaked the fuck out on drunken stumbles / walk of shames from high pitch squeals of those fuckers is uncountable).

I chose Melbourne because i wanted to immerse myself in the repertoire of “Art” and “Culture” it offered but if i have to look at one more dirty hobo-looking hipster, I might just throw myself in front of traffic. Nothing against hipsters, I love a chic bohemian inspired look but when i can’t differentiate you from a homeless person, we have a problem.

I guess the one thing i am fortunate for is that i landed a job that’s pretty great. By “great” i mean high stress, low paying but ample opportunities. It’s perfect. I needed something to distract me from the fact that i have been living vicariously through fictional TV characters. When the Grey’s Anatomy finale aired, i was forced back in to reality. I mean it took me a few weeks to recover from Lexie’s death… I felt lost, losing the one slutty sister i never had.