you lucky ducks are in for another recipe by rackers!

this time (for harry potter luvvahs like maself) BUTTERBEER!

2 tbsp brown sugar (i threw in what was left cause we were running low with very stale, old brown sugar…)
2 tbsp butter (or margarine whateva)
1 mug milk (just put in a lil less than what u think u want to drink)
1 tsp vanilla essence (or ‘imitation vanilla’ as i had in the cupboard…honestly why does my family not have normal things)
dash of cinnamon sugar (mine was two years outta date but sugar is sugar so whateva)

1. put the butter and the brown sugar in a pot on the stove. make sure the stove is on cause otherwise it will not mix correctly haha lol and only put the stove on a low setting otherwise u will burn the bottom of the pot.

also side note, probably pretend that ur a wizard mixing a potion in a cauldron when u do this

2. when that shit is mixed and smell’s all delicious and sickly sweet, add the milk, vanilla and cinnamon and stir it alllll together

3. bring the mixture to a boil so you can have a nice hot steaming mug of butterbeer, courtesy of rackers

4. chuck in hazza potter in ya dvd player or get out a copy of the hazza books and pretend ur a wizard for the day

enjoy ur #butterbeerbyrackers on this lovely (maybe reoccurring) segment #recipesbyrackers

EDIT: 18/08/17

If you still need your coffee hit, chuck a shot of coffee in it!

life tips

rackers’ life tips: part 6

1. SOCIAL MEDIA DOES NOT GIVE YOU A WINDOW INTO SOMEONE’S REAL, HONEST LIFE. it gives a window but it’s one of those ones with a fake picture up that shows the prettiest interior ever and the inside looks completely different. refer to previous blog post

2. come out for my birthday this weekend! civic saturday night who knows maybe one of u will get lucky xx

3. eat more than an apple if u are going to walk up mt ainslie… but also take weird success photo when u get there

4. dogs

5. how many times do i have to say this? STOP. the fucking GIRL HATING

6. i’ve been accused of being very shallow. no, looks aren’t everything, but fuck me mate u can’t fuck a personality. IN SAYING THAT, i do believe physical attraction grows when ur personalities match! who KNOWS maybe i’ll end up marrying a rlly unfortunate looking dude…who probs had a fortunate looking bank account hahaha lol

(promise i’m not actually that shallow) (but srsly u can’t force a feeling as much as u can’t force attraction)

7. read all the books, it will make u smrt like me

8. always pee after sex haha lol UTI’s are not fun


10.harry potter is real



my head hurts. my heart hurts. and my fucking eyes hurt.

wear ur glasses racquel goddamnit

i’m readin a book ‘Life after Life’ by Kate Atkinson (legitimately 10/10, would recommend. so fucking good). the gist of the book is on the blurb (this is what reeled me in). 

‘What if there were second chances? And third chances? In fact an infinite number of chances to live your life? Would you eventually be able to save the world from its own inevitable destiny? And would you even want to?’

my god, it’s all that’s been running in my head lately. would i be so lost, so confused about where i am in my life, if i had have just made that one different decision a couple of years ago? what if i had have changed colleges like i originally wanted to (but was coaxed out of by friends who are no longer even friends)? what if i had have just started working, straight out of school, like i planned to, like mum wanted me to? would i have travelled the world by now? would i have met the people i have met? probably, it is canberra after all. but would i be so lost…that is all i want answered.

i’ve never been sure what to believe in. chance, fate, destiny or just plain happenstance? do we all have one purpose in life? or are we all literally just here because our parents decided to have sex and formed the human life that is you, that is i, that is every lost lil human bean on the planet. are our lives mapped out for us and we are just doing what is made for us? or do we pave the very path we lead? i believe we encounter certain people in our lives, in certain times in our lives, purely to learn, to grow and to love and lose. but the rest of this bullshit – the day-by-day shit that we’re supposed to pretend we’re happy with every second of every day? where the fuck does that come in to play

am i supposed to make some life-changing decision now, and be forever happy with it? or do i make the decision and completely regret it for the rest of my life? do i allow myself to become comfortable in this life, because i know it, because it’s practical – do i never risk everything, to see if it works out? i don’t know. i just don’t fucking know.

there is literally not a one point to this post, just a rant, but one perhaps a few of you will relate to. one to say, heyyyy we’re all fucked here and absolutely none of us have any clue what we’re doing. i wake up with no feeling of purpose, and i suppose that is pretty normal for a gal who’s working a couple of jobs just to get by, studying a degree she decided long ago she doesn’t want to study anymore. 

my head hurts. my heart hurts. and seriously, my fucking eyes hurt.


i fucking hate uni: a haiku

i don’t have a clue
how to do this fucking thing
fuck you uni, fuck

life tips

rackers’ life tips: part 5

1. “it won’t get any easier, you will only get stronger” – narelle johnston, 2k16

2. work in a place that won’t hate you for being hungover but only laugh and make guesses on whether or not you got lucky (the answer is not. the answer is always not)

3. friends stop being a dumb fucks and support ya gal & read my blog. there’s never anything so overtly inappropriate that i haven’t said to you before

4. go to gym (haha lol) (i don’t do dat)

5. racquel stop being a dumb fuck and drinking the night before significant events. or learn when to go home so u can have ur breakdown in the comfort of bed

6. stay hydrated when consuming the alcohol! i had a small amount of good sense on the weekend and kept up with the water intake as much as the tequila intake. i may have cried but at least i didn’t vomit

7. lady friends! and even male friends! come to fash’n’treasure on 21st of may at EPIC! i will be selling a shitload of clothes and shoes – like i actually almost have nothing left. i will soon b walkin around naked

8. stop acting as if the world is out to get you and only you. the world is out to get everyone. it actually doesn’t like anyone but it’s ur choice to not give a fuck about the world’s opinion and just do you

9. say THANK YOU to people who do nice things for you, like hold open a door! my god, the amount of times i’ve wanted to punch people in the head because they walk past as if they’re entitled to having the door held open for them. i WILL close this thing on your ass and also hold my foot out and make you eat shit just for being impolite! (i won’t actually do that. i’m probably too polite but i will secretly kill u in my head)

10. ok we’re actually here for a really not long time compared to the age of the universe. and really it actually does not matter what u do in ur spare time [unless it’s actually detrimental to nature] so stop giving a fuck man. just stop it. it actually doesn’t matter. like the fact that i just said actually about a million times, it really actually doesn’t matter. i know our lives are a massive thing to us because it’s us and we don’t know from anyone else’s eyes, but ur one person. there are a billion and 10million more than u. ok thx i’m not really sure what the point of this life tip is but basically just YOLO the fuck out of ur life

ps: i know u all really care and i’ll have u know that after i got my doc results, i’m not actually dying. i did have something wrong with me but that’s probably a bit gross to share with u but basically u get a whole lot of rackers for a whole lot more of ur life. aren’t u excited?


dearest mumma

dearest mumma,

mother’s day has rolled around once again, like we needed a day to tell you how much we love you. for you to know how much we love you.

today is our 989th day without you.

there are so many words i have tried to write. nothing… nothing works.

i miss you in everything i do. i think of you always.
even in the most inappropriate of times.

this happened once (but not for too long, thankfully), and had to laugh to myself. i could imagine what you would have said.

‘yeah kel he’s hot.’
‘i’d let him do me.’
‘try before you buy.’
‘can’t fuck a personality.’
a woman after my own heart, and probably the foremost reason i am so goddamn picky.

for so long i felt like i couldn’t live my life properly. i didn’t want to live my life properly. how could i truly be happy if you were no longer around? i realised how stupid this was.
do not ever feel guilty about being happy. that was all i ever asked for, all i will ever want.

i lost a couple of good years to grief. one day i woke up and you popped into my head, what the fuck are you so scared of? you’re not the dead one ya dickhead. live your life for no one else but yourself.

are you really not here anymore? is this not just a dream? some stupid, fucked up nightmare that i’ll get to wake up from, in august 2013, and re-do life with you by my side?

my dearest mumma,

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

you da man roz




i’ve self-proclaimed myself a baking QUEEN! just kidding, i am a baking not-queen? not sure what word to use. i thought it would be fun to branch out and write a RECIPE blog post for u (i am also majorly procrastinating an assignment worth 65%) (haha i’m so screwed haha lol). if u love scones, n ur fucked if u don’t, here’s an easy peeeezy lemon squeeeezy recipe for u.

– 3 cups self raising flour
– 80g butter
– 1.25 cup milk

now i do recommend using self raising flour that has been recently bought. i kid u not, i don’t think the self raising flour we have in our pantry has been bought by anyone other than mum…….haha lol so that’s a solid 2 and a half years ago.

i also recommend actually using butter because i used margarine and it was messy as fuck and probably not what was supposed to be used

i also recommend measuring the milk and not just pouring in however the fuck much you want

u will see reasons for recommendations later

step 1.
preheat oven to 200 degrees celsius. (where do u get the lil circly thing on a keyboard?) LIGHTLY dust a flat baking tray with flour. (i may have put flour all over the floor because i got too excited) sift self-raising flour into a bowl.

step 2.
using your fingertips, rub butter into flour until mixture resembles breadcrumbs. (this one i didn’t fuck up)

step 3.
make a well in the centre. add 1 cup of milk (like i said – actually measure it). mix with a flat-bladed knife until mixture forms a soft dough, adding more milk if required. turn onto a lightly floured surface and knead gently until smooth (don’t knead dough too much or scones will be tough. don’t not knead dough enough because dough will be fucked).

step 4.
see this is where ur supposed to do some weird shit with making it actually look all scone-like, but by this point i was annoyed so i just rolled them into lil balls and put them on the tray. put them in for probably like 15-20 mins i dunno i just pulled them out when i was hungry

voila! bread-balls. they actually tasted alright when i smothered them with granny’s homemade jam. i also had a lot of fun dipping the scone into the jam because it made a sound very similar to being penetrated. haha (too far?) enjoy ur scones n thank me for ur delicious #sconesbyrackers


life tips

rackers’ life tips: part 4

1. it shouldn’t take other people telling you that you don’t need tinder to delete tinder (but it did for me) (i really don’t want to download it again) (pls hit me if i do)

2. passing judgement on me (or others in general) does not make u any better a person

3. being alone doesn’t mean lonely. learn to live in solidarity. learn to laugh at urself

4. don’t pass off unusual bodily functions (whether sexual or not) as ‘okay’ and a ‘one time thing’ – call dat doctor. i’m preparing myself for the worst tomorrow (at least i know it’s not pregnancy nor STD but my brain is convincing me that i have ovarian cancer)

5. when peeing on a pregnancy stick, make sure u pee on the right side of the stick…….(not personal experience swear)

6. feelings are feelings and they cannot be forced, nor is it fair for them to be forced. for either party. DEAL WIT IT

7. a choice is a choice and once the choice is done the choice is chosen n u cannot change the choice so GET THE FUCK OVER IT AND if u really hate that choice then make BETTER choices and everything will be ok

8. like my posts. i’m funny n u know it so if u laugh at me then feed my ego even more n like it

9. grudges are DUMB if u don’t like a person just cut them the fuck out of ur life

10. u should send me money because my dreams of moving to Sydney as soon as i like r looking slimmer unless i get a sugar daddy n let’s be honest i’m hard enough to get in the sack unless ur a strong 7/10 (6.7 if drunk) so sugar daddy prolly isn’t realistic