liveblog 12/12/25

09:00: A rattle at my door pulls me from sleep, but doesn’t wake me.

09:02: The door rattles again. I’m only aware of my feet hanging out from the duvet, nothing else is real yet.

09:14: I text mom asking if she knocked at my door. She says it was the plumber. He arrived an hour early. The toilet and washing machine are broken again.

09:30: Start ‘packing’ aka throw a pair of socks in my bag then get distracted

10:00: Breakfast. Call Theodora. Update blog.

I’m actually gonna have to lock in & I got a big drive so no updates til this evening byeee!!!

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I could write about how I jacked off imagining a threesome with Kyle and {redacted} before my drive, or that at 11:47 I asked my mom if I had H. Pylori cos I saw a Twitter thread about it and got anxious.  

Or that there was a huge birdshit on my windscreen and I couldn’t see for the whole drive. That I spent much of the ride fantasising about being in a certain Cronenberg movie, wanting to be smeared across the yellow flowers that seperate the highway lanes, but felt a lot better after I stopped for a pie. 

And how at Mataporui I did nothing for ages, then my friends arrived, and I had an okay time. 

But I want to reflect on my relationship with blogging for a sec.

Thank you to those who came on this week long journey 😀

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