A Moment of Hayfeverish Gibberish

Spotted last night, walking down the streets of Melbourne: three girls, two guys and a pizza place.

Well, maybe not quite the pizza place.

Replace pizza place with karaoke parlour and it sounds more like it.

For some reason, summer this year has brought on a bout of hay fever. Hells bells and damnation afoot. Aforementioned hayfever has resulted in less than optimum sleep, the concentration span of a gnat, and a few moments of true bitchiness.

This week at the train station, which are meant to be smoke free, I refrained myself from marching up to a chick who was smoking (and right in front of the ‘No Smoking’ sign to boot) and telling her “I hope you’re just fat and not pregnant, because you shouldn’t be smoking.”

The girls and I have been hooked on the series of Gossip Girl, yet another offering from America about the twisted and tangled lives of the rich and status obsessed, resulting in many ‘xoxo’ moments in our own lives. The show itself is more amusing, better written and surprisingly not as superficial as I expected it to be.

And in other classic Astorial moments, the return of Guitar Hero 3, and us obsessed Wii junkies. Love it or hate it, it’s addictive and it’s back.

Until the hayfever clears and my coherence with it, till next time (or perhaps, until the new emergence of a certain Bubble Girl).

xoxo