Like, tell me about it.

Hi, I'm nora but you can call me mister nora if you like, I'm new around here. Oh yes I'm loving the job, it's great, you know, because I love the law, really love it. Would you like to speak in latin about technical questions of petty dispute and shit all day? ME TOO!! Amazing. I guess I was just born with a love of thinking heaps about whether someone is allowed to put up a fence or not, you know, for some of us it's really a calling. And God, don't you think it's so great that we get to wear suits like, all the time? If I could wear maybe ten or eleven suits at once I would SO do it, I like wearing them that much. Like, right now it's Saturday afternoon and I totally wish I was wearing my favourite "Dour Black" or maybe that sweet little "Grey Polycotton" number, I just find the grey really brings out the colour of my eyes and skin and shit. It's so - what's the word? - expressive, you know, of my inner world. Wearing grey suits is now pretty much my favourite thing ever. Except getting out of bed, maybe; getting out of bed is just awesome! HA! HA! HA! I love mornings so much I could literally die of it. The sound of my alarm going ding-a-ling-a-ling in the morning like a flirty little birdy just brings a sort of ecstatic joy to my heart, and my stomach starts getting all like "HALLO!! IS THIS ECSTATIC JOY FUN OR WHAT! CAN I JOIN IN??"...it's like I'm so fucking full of intense happiness that I kind of feel like throwing up? And sometimes also I just feel like screaming out loud with the happiness of it all. Haha isn't that funny. Huh. What's that? Oh...yeah no, sure, I guess some people might say that I've just "given up" all "hope" of leading an "interesting" or "creative" life and that now I'm just about "making money" and "waiting to die". But you know, do THOSE people have the kind of AMAZING white goods that I plan to put a downpayment on as soon as the Massive Dollars start rolling in? HAHA I don't think so. And like I've been thinking lately, would spending my life getting hammered and sleeping in and writing stories about dead people going boating and doodling away on my piano and annoying my cats and working a fuck easy job with really lovely people and reading Who Weekly and ranting on to The Dude all day really be that great anyway?

Not nearly as great as a Big Fat Bucket full of Cold Hard Cash! HA HA!!


xoxo nora