Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Judging by how diligent I have been with this blog, I thought it was time to take on even more responsibility, so I can further add little droplets of delicious guilt into my already teeming existence. It is a blog with my darling brother, Christopher Lukas Quinger, and will be the most amazing blog ever. If you like that kind of thing, CLICK.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Earlier today I had the emo thought that no matter where I am in the world I am always going to miss people, because my favourite people are very dispersed geographically. I even started making a little list in my mind of people I miss (if you're not in the room with me right now you are probably on that list).
However, in exceptionally happy news, a lot of people I was missing like crazy do happen to live in this fine little city called Dunedin, and one of the people I pined for pretty consistently during my travels is the beautiful and talented Lucy McConnon. Heart !
The other day we had a dream date which involved : going to the SPCA and playing with kittens, for hours. As I naturally find kittens adorable this would be awesome in any scenario, but the fact that Lucy is also a very winning example of cuteness added to this to make it so cute it almost makes you puke. After viewing this blog it is recommended you read about war or something, because this is disgusting.
The above picture is out of focus, badly-framed and just awful (I took it) but OMG, LOOK at her little strut.
In a mad fit of Sunday Night Insomnia (I always get restless when it's supposed to be time to rest) I am awake at 2:30 a.m. chatting to a British friend in a normal time zone and thinking about how hideously urgent it is to update my blog.
Earlier this evening I went for the most beautiful drive with gorgeous Jenna, I didn't bring a camera, but she did, and besides: I'm only telling you to show off about the glorious nature of my life. Even on this Sunday.
In reference to these photos, I live in a historical mansion which I care for on a few evenings. My favourite part of the job, strangely enough, is waking up early and unlocking all the doors and gates and warning the ghosts that the living humans will be arriving soon. On this one morning, when the photos were taken, the sun was shining into all the grounds on this spectacular angle and the crispness almost hurt.
I am so honeymooning.