I'm a 26 year old girl living in Surry Hills. Obviously living in such a "cool" suburb makes me incredibly hip and ironic.
If you, like me, share a love of irony and disdain for the status quo in general, please read on....

Trying to get through life with charm, poise and grace. Failing hideously and usually ending up in a drunk pile lamenting lack of charm, poise and/or grace.
I work in casting so in general I am providing Australian audiences with quality actors for their favourite shows or bad but semi-famous actors for their favourite shows which have turned to shit because they have bad but semi-famous actors in them.

Remembering obscure facts that shouldn't be taking up space in the human mind. For example: Did you know the electric blanket was invented before the fridge? Who on earth is going to lie on a blanket of wires when they can't even keep food cold?
Secondly: awkward conversation in the morning. The last two guys I have woken up beside I have
A: discussed strange scented sticks in mans bedroom and the cost of the aforementioned sticks. ($80!)
B: had man ignore me until I had to rant about how iphones might grow legs and try to assimilate all of of us into a robot race of clones. He was not impressed. Boys are suppossed to LOVE robots! C'mon Buddy!
Seriously... people need to learn the art of morning conversation (obviously me included)
Thirdly: Ranting. See above.

Usually when meeting new people I either fall over or magically locate a glass or some cutlery to knock on the floor. So I would say that. It embarrassing but I am learning to live with it.

Hmmmm.
Books: anything and everything.
Music: too scared to say in case judged by smug musical types.
Movies: Too many to mention. Although getting pickier after reading so many horrific scripts in my job.
Food: Pizza, Burgers, Fries, Pies. Things that have gone in a deep fryer. Actually most things except gherkins, have paranoid fear of gherkins after working at McDonalds as a teenager and having a bucket of them fall on my head at the beginning of my shift and not being allowed to go home and then all the cool kids of my school walking in for post-rave McDonalds and me having to serve them covered in gherkins. (Shudder)

The snooze button. I love that button. The sweet promise of ten more minutes sleep until you are late for work is dangerous and addictive. I have to work on weaning myself off it.

T-shirts. Actually clothes in general. If I had to live with no clothes, at all, ever, it would put a cramp in my life.

Friends. Lame but true. They are pretty darn witty.

TV. I know we are all supposed to hate it for stealing the children's minds. But I love it and I don't care what anyone thinks. The Wire; Arrested Development; Spaced; Thirty Rock; Mad Men; Life on Mars; Peep Show. Awesome.

Phone. I'm only saying that because I lost mine yesterday and now I feel so, so alone in the world. It's like I have fallen into a social black hole of doom.

Beer. It's a hot day and you really crave one, nothing can compare.

Stories. Fun to re-tell the embarrassing or horrible details of your weekend for the amusement of people everywhere...

Obviously the fate of humanity. Doesn't everyone?

In a bar dancing. Not noticing that noboby else is dancing.
Thinking I am amazingly charaming and witty when obviously I am just drunk.

Shameful love of historical romance featuring pirates.
Sorry.

If you are still reading you are probably the most understanding, chilled out person in the world soo....