kyle and i got tickets to see the veronicas in february (true story).

teppansan suuuuuuuuucks.

having heard lots of great things, and with our regular kaneda closed, kyle and i decided to try teppansan on russell st.
WORST MEAL EVER.
i have no idea why this place has such a great reputation.
the service blows, the staff yell at each other constantly, and i nearly choked on the amount on smoke coming out of the open kitchen.
the food was the shittest shit that ever did shit.
seriously, so bad.
i've never left so much food on my plate.
four days later, we are still talking about how shit it was, because we are petty and gayz, but also because it was SO FUCKING SHIT.
JUST DON'T GO THERE.
EVER.
OMG.
instead, go to kaneda (shop 6, mid city arcade, 200 bourke st), the greatest great that ever did great.
especially b/w 3-5, when bentos are $2 cheaper and come w/ a calpis.
KANEDA, YES.
TEPPANSAN, NO.

pictures.

i like to draw.
my mad drawing skillz haven't progressed since i was 6, but I DO IT ANYWAY.
here's a selection.

my kitties (l-r) kabuki, apple hellion soda & suri cruz.


a lollipop, candy & flower pizza.


julie andrews (birthday present for stef).


a colourful tree.

that's life! is the housing commission flat of magazines.

this lady lives on my fridge.
her story of cheating death 9 times was the feature article, for which she was paid $600.
she's very diseased and fucks up a lot.
it was an unpleasant reading experience.

AMAZING MELBOURNE FASHION.

my favourite thing about the weekend papers is the multitude of crappy little inserts they all come with now.
they contain things.
funny things.
like this.