Cut And Run

Unlike Western politicians, I know when to admit that things aren't going well. So I've decided to not stay the course. I really think it's about time I stop procrastinating anyway and go to university. Although Montreal is a fascinating place, there's certain things I want to do which I can't do here.

I want to spend as much time as possible in the company of the Ellis sisters, and for Justine to make me laugh and cry and make me feel good about myself as I'm constantly bombarding her with all my pathetic insecurities.

I want to sit in Meyer's Place until 1am on a Tuesday night with Kerrie-Dee.

I want to eat Indian with Nadia and tell her about all my grand plans that always seem to fail.

I want to hear Georgie's manic laughter as she tells me about her latest crazy adventure.

I want to go to A Minor Place and order two pumpkin pides.

I want to be walking ahead of people on Lonsdale Street and then quickly dart down that skinny laneway making it look like I've just walked through a wall to the people behind me.

I want to steal confectionery for Danni and tell her all the things I can't tell everyone else.

I want to have highly inappropriate and morally suspect conversations with Mike and Corey.

I want to ask Jade wilfully obtuse questions (If a plane full of people in this office was going down in the Andes who would you eat first?).

I want Kate C. and Jess to continue to tell me I'm "in denial" about being gay.

I want to discuss politics with Jesper and have him playfully mock me for almost everything I do.

I want to have lunch every Friday with Kate S.

I want to go see all of Jon's bands, and ruffle his hair (even though I don't think he likes it).

I want to have whole conversations with Blair and Alex that consist of nothing but references from black comedies.

I want to get Adam started on Israel.

I want to talk music and jive with Dan.

I want James to continue to surprise, amuse and fascinate me with his latest psychological/spiritual theories.

I want to go to Peko Peko and have Brigid not even ask me what I want (she knows).

I want to eat at Thalia Thai and marvel at their pure genius of putting pumpkin in everything.

I want Nadia and I to continue to wonder why we never go to Ume anymore even though we used to all the time.

I want to secretly eat bowls of chips at Nandos when no-one is around.

I want to label Cherry/Ding Dong/Pony "The Axis Of Evil"

I want the guy at the Ethiopian in Footscray to continue to think I'm a "playa" because I take a different girl there every time (although the last 4 times have been with Justine so maybe he thinks I've "settled down").

I want to drive almost half an hour to Malvern in order to get one of those tofu burgers from Grill'd because I don't want to be seen at their South Yarra restaurant.

I want to eat dumplings in China Town, even though I don't really like them I just value the cultural experience.

I want to go to that Vietnamese place on Victoria Street that Kerrie-Dee thinks is a gay hangout.

I want to say "meet you a Troika in half an hour" to anyone that will listen.

I want all the little punk kids at Missing Link to look at me like I don't belong in their store.

I want to walk around in constant fear of bumping into someone from my past.

I want to be able to pay a reasonable price for cashew nuts.

I want chocolate biscuits

I want my GST incorporated into the price of the items I wish to purchase.

I want people to say "mobile"

I want to feel connected enough to the populace to feel like I can be critical of them.

I want to go home.