arabian_illustrator_about_herbs_treatise_by_dioscorid_lentil_fine_art_prints_s.jpgIgnoring the doom and gloom of last night’s post and proceeding on in merry: still too much else to do to write decently fashion, today I finally came to the realisation that it was Autumn. I did have to be told and I should’ve known as I am quite aware that my birthday takes place in this altogether fine season of lovely colours and noisy leaves.

It’s a rather large birthday this year. The big Twenty One. Part of my evening was spent discussing and mentally drooling over deserts with my sister for our will-be-late 21st. I’d say all my readers are invited, but you aren’t – we are space limited and hey you could just be some random internet person. Being a twin now for 20 odd years I am finally getting used to sharing my birthday. Maybe. I still had the debate over the two cakes or one.

Laura and I forever seem to wind up never buying or having a present ready for eachother on the day. It’s always a few weeks or months down the track when we’ll realise while consumerising (I did just make that up) and say, “I want this, can you buy it for my present? I’ll get you something.”And we do, and that’s how it works and that’s how I like it.

This year that unspoken law will be enforced due to a severe lack of finances. We have however set the often stingy bar of cost a fraction higher.

Aside from recognising the season I am also coming to terms with the fact that apparently you have to make some kind of small (or large) speech at your 21st.

I do not like public speaking however I’m beginning to feel the pressure to ‘get over it’ from certain individuals that know me quite well… The strange boy likes public speaking!

If I can fit the word conceive into my speech, money shall come my way. Anyone willing to top the $5 bet?

Don’t expect much. I’ll make sure I transcribe it here so those of you that missed out can see what amazing words I have to share.