breath number one million and twenty one.

for my birthday god gave me a stray cat. he came knocking on my window that night amidst a semi-nervous breakdown (the night of my birthday was also the night before my end of year assessment) crying for some love. i chose to ignore him. after about 2 hours we had donned him the name WP, short for weeping pussy, and he had still failed to nuzzle a way into my heart. i fed him for a few days to strengthen him up then i closed the gate and that was the end of it. sorry god, i just don't like cats.

mr. minas also gave me a little holga as a gift, giving me the perfect tool (toy?) to document the occasion with - love a little visual stimulation. though the initial part of it was trumped by end of year assessment, countless all nighters and a whole lot of shit-talking (soul of a visual diary) the celebrations ended up lasting about a week. for one whole week i got to forget my poverty stricken student life and be totally spoiled by family i hardly see anymore since i moved to the big smoke - bliss.

• wizard of oz eat your heart out - i stole your munchkin.

• mr. minas himself! what a dreamboat.

• here we are embracing the glorious spring sun. (i was admiring it from a distance in the shade - my lack of pigmentation isn't very forgiving).

• wine with some family.

• the all nighter - a haze of smoke, caffeine and delirium accompanied by a side of weeping pussy.

• fuck yes birthday dinner. a big pile of mud crab and goodness.

• my mum and dad, also enjoying the fuck yes birthday dinner.

• my best friend cracky being a crack head (it's what he does best).

• a little bit of double exposure to mix things up. (sister #1)

• mums on a tram.

• 21st birthday in melby town - how glamorous. (sister #2)