I'm moving to Brisbane.
It's still the sort of thing that I'm struggling to say out loud. I would be struggling to think of it without having a stroke, if Cheap Trick's "Surrender" hadn't been stuck in my head for the past two weeks.
I have started my comprehensive post game analysis of Ricky Gervais' deliciously seditious presentation of the Golden Globes, but funnily enough the idea of shutting everything down, putting it in boxes and moving it 931km away stalled a lot of my higher brain functions.
It's not that I'm morally opposed to Brisbane, I'm just a bit shocked. My boyfriend has been offered an amazing opportunity, and he can't live without me (I guess he's alright) so off I go. In a way it's a blessing, something to force me into new territory and out of this panzer armour I've been lugging around for all this time.
I am sad that Conan is no longer hosting "The Tonight Show". They really didn't give him a chance. This said, if he hadn't been canceled he wouldn't have said this:
Please do not be cynical. I hate cynicism. For the record, it's my least favorite quality, it doesn't lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen. I’m telling you, amazing things will happen.A golden chestnut to take with you this weekend.
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