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Yeah it was one of those days today (yesterday.)  One of those days where you want to sit in a corner and cry and end the day by dying or having something awesome happen.

Well Im still alive so that must mean something awesome happened right?

Nope...night just got worse.

I checked out a townhouse today that is for rent by owner.  The ad said "pets allowed" just to find out that the dude was like "yeah no pets."

-_-

Sorry dude the fur kids are coming whether you like it or not.

After that little unsettling moment, I went to work...

...boy do I love work....

Well one girl flipped out at another girl, causing the other girl (a dear friend of mine) to cry and go to the point of scratching a hole in her skin.

...boy...do I love work....

I tried to get that image out of my head.  Then I got my own anxiety attack.  Money is tight, how will I keep everyone fed?  Work was kicking my butt so that wasnt fun.

Anyway...I found a pretty cute Tails plushie in the dollar claw machine.  I almost won him...ALMOST.  By almost, I mean that he fell right by the hole with his legs hanging over.

Speaking of...why does Tails have a helicopter?  I mean the coolest thing about the cute lil fox is that he can fly just by spinning his tails....







Anyway back on topic.  So after work sucking, I waited outside for my wonderful icing to my cake!  Well he said that we needed to talk.  He has a problem with moving because he doesnt have a job.

*flush* well there goes my happiness....

I begged and begged but he wont budge.  He says he just wants to stand on his own two feet.  I completely understand but how many people just get up and walk on their own?  He says he will collect unemployment.  Great!  Your half is payed for!  Sounds responsible eh?  So whats my problem you ask?

1. I HATE being alone!  
2. I waited so long to move in with him where we are now...aaannnd hes gone again.
3. Im starting to think about food constantly again.  I only eat in front of him.  No boyfriend, no food.  Sounds perfect in my head but I know it isnt right.
4. After a stressful day, I just want to talk and cuddle.  Things arent getting better any time soon.

Call it selfish, call it what you want.  There is also the fact that the front door and bathroom wall arent sealed correctly in our little shack.  He already has an ear problem exacerbated by the cold weather.  On top of being poorly insulated, water comes through!  That and we share everything.  I dont own any silverware or a bed or anything like that and cant afford one either!

So Im terribly sad.  I hope I can change his mind somehow....soon.  

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Cordage Palm fibre twine

I made string today out of the fibres that my very tall palm tree makes leaves out of.

It looks like this, and is surprisingly strong.

Not strong like really thin 80lb fishing line is strong, but strong like brown string is strong.

I think the natural brown string is made from hemp. And I would say this home made version is about a quarter of the strength of store bought brown string.




A quick search tells me the Japanese make palm fibre twine, and you might have seen it used for Japanese themed bamboo fencing to lash different lengths of bamboo together. Its dyed black in Adelaides Japanese garden. .

The fibres look like this when in their natural state, and come from the flared out section where the frond meets the trunk.

The dead leaves stay hung up in the tree until a windy day deposits them all onto the BMW next door.






I still havent made more than a foot long length of the stuff, so what Ive made has no real value for tying stuff up, but as soon as I can arrange a lesson from my brother, Ill post up a how to.

When I was a kid in Papua New Guinea, my family owned a fishing net shop. Some of the locals would buy our green string (as seen in this post on making a blow dart), because it had great fibres, but they didnt like the string for some other reason. They would pick it apart and then rebuild it into string to make string bags known as Bilum.

Their string was substantially better than my string.

Im going to get better at it until I can make some useful string, and then make that into useful rope.


120 Things in 20 years might take a while at getting better at this, because some of my favourite people gave me a Ukulele for my birthday.

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