these are mine! ahahahaha!!


they have a four and a quarter INCH heel!! they are insane.
they take me from a boring 5 foot 7 inches, to a giant 5 foot 11 inches.
i see the world from a whole new point of view, i see the world how Mars sees the world.

i love them and they make me love me.

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oh my dog, and then, i met kiki off the internet.... and he was so SO SO SOSO nice and totally awesome (and other similar adjectives) and i challenged him to a jager-bomb and he almost swallowed the glass wooping my shameless asss.... but i did okay for a girl. and i hate that preface, but when someone has no gag reflex, it seems and unfair advantage, so i lost, but i'm happy with my performance, and also, my spelling and grammar on this post.

goodnight team.

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11 Spring Street - II

i walked over to 11 Spring Street today during my lunch break.
the people are gone, the hype is gone... and honestly, it looks like a big pile of vomit. there's rubbish all over the sidewalk, so many layers of paint have been thrown on the walls all images are indistinguishable, and it smells funny. okay, no smell. but crap all the same.

and the lesson i've learnt?
while street art might be driven by ideas of activism and subversion it is still validated by the response it elicits. maybe even more so than art that hangs in an art gallery. because street art is public and exposed, not mediated by curators, wall text, catalogues etc. and so when i saw 11 Spring Street today my gut reaction was 'ergh'. because it looks 'ergh', no more, no less. and there's nothing, no institutions, to sell it otherwise.

i love curators.

here is my tribute to the ephemeral nature of street art (and also my first ever youtube link):

don't watch it all, it's kind of boring...

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11 Spring Street

heaps of pictures can be seen here.

the story is told here.

and the New York Times puts the event into this monumental perspective:
"It was as if someone had told devotees of Picasso’s “Demoiselles d’Avignon” or Matisse’s “Dance” that the Museum of Modern Art had changed hands and would soon be shut down for residential redevelopment, with all the art inside to vanish as part of the deal."

basically the building at 11 Spring Street ("the most famous canvases and lodestars in the world for urban artists") has been sold and is going to be redeveloped. as a last hoorah the Wooster Collective has organised an exhibition with 45 of the hottest/hippest/dankest/darkest street artists from around the world, who have created new works within and without the building. the 'exhibition' runs for THREE DAYS ONLY and then the developers move in.

and i wanted to go!
and i went!
and the queue to get in stretched all the way around the block and was going to be a THREE HOUR wait to get in.

and i couldn't be bothered waiting and so i came home!

i can't quite work out whether i've made a terrible mistake or not.
i love art, i like street art (Melbourne is the stencil art capital of the world!)... but i'm no hipster and there seems something really ironic about having to queue for three hours to see STREET ART.
and anyway, 11 Spring Street is over? surely, if i wanted to wittness 'history in the making' i should have gone and had a look at the building earlier, like, three, ten or twenty-years ago?

pfft. do you ever get the feeling you missed the boat?

the queue that i was too impatiant to join...

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My blog is worth $15,242.58.
How much is your blog worth?

Err.. so, how do i sell? And am i expected to split said profits with Dot, considering i do all the work around here? Surely not. Sign me up, baby!

Incidentally, i'm over my sook now. Had a pretty nice weekend even though we were EXCLUDED from the biggest blogger meet-up since those conventions they have sometimes for the pros. Pack of snobs.

Ooh, and last night, i saw Katie-from-BB06 in the city. She totally tried to get in front of me while i was waiting for a taxi and i said "Katie, you can't just push in front of people like that"....
"Huuuuughhughughugh..." she crooned in my direction
"I knew that was you" says i, very matter of fact.
That was before i yelled down the street to my friends... "HAY! GUYS! it's Katie-from-B ig-Brother... right HERE *points in her face*"
The reply came from one of them... "What are you talking to her for? Stop talking to her! Stop yelling that out. Why do you even know what she looks like?"
And then, this taxi wizzed past me before slamming on the brakes about 3 milimetres from my nose, the door flew open and someone yelled at me to "get the fuck in the taxi!' and yanked me into the car.
i vaguely remember hanging out the taxi window yelling out goodbye to Katie-off-Big-Brother and that i never thought Jamie was good looking anyway, before they told me, again, to stop talking to her or they'd chuck me out of the car.
And then i passed out.

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I'm about to have a sad.

My life is completely unfulfilling.

Work sucks, i've just spent all afternoon packing up my shit cause my team is moving into a new office, away from all the people i like working with.

It's Friday night, and i'm sitting home moaning, on the internet. I always go out of Friday night, and i feel ripped off at the fact that it's almost 7pm and i'm not pissed.

My friends are lazy losers/breeders/have plans. All of them.

I'm sick of couples. Especially at Christmas. If i hear one more person refer to someone as their boyfriend/girlfriend/other half/fiance/missus etc. i'll crack.

Where the hell is Dot when you need her?

I had pizza for lunch, that didn't make me feel better.

I had a bowl of ice-cream when i got home, that hasn't helped either.

Last night i spent about a million bucks at Chadstone buying Christmas presents for myself, which also hasn't helped.

I've had several cigarettes... useless.

My usual fixes for this state of mind have let me down; booze, fags, food, shopping.

What the hell am i supposed to do now?

(PS hi dave)

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second celebrity sighting!

i saw this badass getting out of a limo on 5th Avenue.
his car was escorted by four black SUVs which blocked off the street while these commando guys with MACHINE GUNS patrolled the road.
it was a quiet Friday night on the Upper East Side so i think i was the only civilian to witness the spectacle. a woman in a black suit and a radio ear-piece told me to "just wait a minute" while Mr Important made the dangerous open-air walk from his car, across the sidewalk, and into the Neue Museum.
of course at the time i didn't recognise him, but guessed from the overkill security he might be Israeli. yes, turns out it is former prime minister of Israel, Nobel Peace prize winner and senior statesman Simon Peres.
he looked so small and scared.

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Well, Victoria's burning down. I took this photo this morning while sitting of the steps of Spencer Street station (yeah, Spencer street, bitches) before doing the Walk of Shame. Haven't done that for years but it was my work Christmas party last night, i suppose it's to be expected.


Meanwhile, the engagement party i was talking about is on tonight... i'm still feeling rough as guts and it's started an hour ago. Blugh.

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This chick wanted to bash me on Friday night.

Can't imagine why. Well... i can. It's because i have no self control and i can't just... say... shut the fuck up for once.... but instead seem to find the need to mouth-off a people on the street.

I was waiting for a taxi on King street for about half an hour on Friday night, right. Although it was actually only the first day of December, it appeared quite apparently that the silly season was yet again upon us, and suddenly taxis and all things transport-like at 3am were a signifficant commidity. For most of the half an hour i stood still, in the one place with my arm pointlessly in the air. I was pretty much asleep on my feet, i'd been drinking at a bar (with a tab!) since 5pm and was, quite rightly, rooted.

After realising that i wasn't getting anywhere fast and was quite likely about to fall asleep in the gutter, i started to do a panic. I ran across the other side of the street thinking that all the taxis were definitely coming from that direction. They weren't. So i went back where i was standing before, where a group had now congregated on my corner.

So this drunkity bird and her fella are walking past a dishevelled Mars, and she slurs in my direction... "You goin'a Southbank?"
"No" says i, "Cheltenham"
To which she responds "Pfft! Wouldn' even know where that is!"

At this point i should have walked away.
JUST WALK AWAY, MARS
WALK AWAY, FOR THE LOVE OF DOG, WALK AWAY!
But i didn't.

"Well you're an ignorant FUCK, aren't you" spits i...

She spun around, suddenly quick and nimble on her feet and launched herself at me. Sadly for all involved, i'm all talk, and look less like this (which would have been handy) and more like this (which was quite useless). Being in no position to fight this girl, i squealed and ran into the middle of the group of people standing on my corner.

Thankfully for all involved (mostly me), the girl's boyfriend dragged her off home and i lived to tell the tale.

I've never been in a fight before (sibling fights don't count) and i'm not sure at 25 years of age, this is my time. I'm quite happy to have missed that boat... Anyway, things have really gone downhill for me in the way of mature, responsible behaviour since Dot left. I'm sure she'll use her absolute favourite word for describing me in the comments here... i await with baited breath.

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COME ON!!!





And incidentally, Jules for President.


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