The best thing about winter is driving wearing leather gloves holding onto a wood grain steering wheel – FACT!
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Friday, June 30, 2006
Giggles
Last night I had 2 of my girlfriends over for girlie dinner, they are both experiencing slight uncomfortable situations with their respective flat mates, so naturally I say come on over for dinner! With the difficult week I’ve had, I still must be the hostess and provide the sanctuary for my friends…
I cooked garlic and dill chicken with pasta complemented by a couple bottles of faux champers and for dessert? Vodka Jelly! I substituted one cup of water for Vanilla Vodka. Ohhhhh we were like 3 giggling teenagers.
Topics covered:
+ Show us your pink bits (it was pick jelly)
+ Fashion dress ups
+ Trust issues with work colleagues
+ Sex ultimatums over email, complete with deadline.
+ Pseudonymity
Our creations:
Mez: Occupation: Mortician.
V: Occupation: Jehovah’s Witness
Me: Occupation: DJ’s perfume salesperson and part time jelly wrestler
+ Irrational crushes
Mez: the older married guy with kids at work
V: The bus driver
Me: The married landscape architect
+ Shuddering at the thought of marriage in our 20’s
+ Cocktail parties
+ Love / hate relationship with breasts, subsequent feeling of a guests breasts
I cooked garlic and dill chicken with pasta complemented by a couple bottles of faux champers and for dessert? Vodka Jelly! I substituted one cup of water for Vanilla Vodka. Ohhhhh we were like 3 giggling teenagers.
Topics covered:
+ Show us your pink bits (it was pick jelly)
+ Fashion dress ups
+ Trust issues with work colleagues
+ Sex ultimatums over email, complete with deadline.
+ Pseudonymity
Our creations:
Mez: Occupation: Mortician.
V: Occupation: Jehovah’s Witness
Me: Occupation: DJ’s perfume salesperson and part time jelly wrestler
+ Irrational crushes
Mez: the older married guy with kids at work
V: The bus driver
Me: The married landscape architect
+ Shuddering at the thought of marriage in our 20’s
+ Cocktail parties
+ Love / hate relationship with breasts, subsequent feeling of a guests breasts
+ How expensive everything is
+ Where to get the next tattoo (not me, needle/pain fear)
Two coffees so far today and now I’m considering my dinner preparations for tonight’s guest.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Is Phone Sex Cheating?
I have had a… you could say crush on a friend for several years, or maybe it’s just a fondness with an infatuation, he always has girls around him, some of the stories wowza! Possibly the infactuation is with his body *dreams* or trying to see what it is the other girls see...
We have flirted with each other on many occasions over the years, in and out of respective relationships, the most physical we have been is a drunken kiss when I broke up with BF no.2
We have been speaking more regularly lately, when he found out that I’m house sitting he starting hinting an invite ‘sleep over’ to be precise. I haven’t had much action lately (the operation in March is responsible, I didn’t want anyone prodding at me) I was easily lead down the ‘talk dirty to me’ path over giving the invitation to come on over…
Now, this guy has a girlfriend, predominant reason for no invitation, second reason, he has a couple girls on the side (yes, I know - character issues), I’ll never put myself in the position of ‘just being a number’ and, we’re mates, I’m the only girl he is friends with that he hasn’t slept with. Something I kinda like being… But, that body… ohhh that body…
So, I figure the phone is best of both worlds, but questions couldn’t escape me:
- Is he really cheating with me? It's only the phone.
- Can I believe if there is nothing physical it’s not cheating?
- Is just the thought of a man being with another woman no matter what the context considered cheating?
- Am I supposed to feel some sort of guilt?
- Why aren’t I feeling guilt, does that make me a bad person?
- Do I really care? No. Repeat above question.
I know many of you will judge me and I am fully aware the flirting issue on blogs were addressed which brought up many further questions about flirting has been addressed in the past, with compliments ChickyBabe. But this is my life and my blog – so there!
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
The River IQ Test
This River IQ test almost did my head in... I spent *insert excessive amount time* trying to work the damn thing out! I did! Apparently this is an IQ test used in China at job interviews (urban myth IMHO)
Have a go, let me know you well you go! Here's the rules:
1. To start click on the big blue circle on the right.
2. To move the people click on them.
3. To move the raft click on the pole on the opposite side of the river.
4. Only 2 persons on the raft at a time
5. The father can not stay with any of the daughters without their mother's presence
6. The mother can not stay with any of the sons without their father's presence
7. The thief (striped shirt) can not stay with any family member if the Policeman is not there
8. Only the Father, the Mother and the Policeman know how to operate the raft
How funny is the bashing? Good luck!
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
I Can’t Deal With Anything Else!
My nephew is in hospital today. I was fully aware this procedure was on, it has been scheduled for many months, the poor little fella is having the tendons in his left leg lengthened, which means 6 weeks of plaster, several weeks off school and extra stress for my mother and sister. I feel like they are relying on me being the one that holds it together but I’m on the verge of breaking…
Solitary Tear
Along with most Australians overnight I will mourn our loss in the World Cup. I’m passionate about the game but I would never consider myself a fanatic, however when Francesco Totti kicked that penalty conversion a tear ran down my left cheek, there I was at Star City staring blankly at the big screen...
The Socceroos did our nation proud. There's always next time and us Aussie's will never be considered the under dogs again.
Update: Gotta love the SMH limited edition front page and below are a couple of clips to make us feel a bit better!
The Socceroos did our nation proud. There's always next time and us Aussie's will never be considered the under dogs again.
Update: Gotta love the SMH limited edition front page and below are a couple of clips to make us feel a bit better!
Monday, June 26, 2006
Events and Reactions
I found out this morning that my work colleagues mother is in hospital today, having a procedure on heart (coincidence or what) As per the norm this morning the MD asked about my weekend, I told him that MY mother was in hospital, he said, yours and *insert name* he then came out to our office area and spent 20 minutes or so talking to her about how 'everything will be ok'. Me? Not a thing! Not even a fucking acknowledgement of what i could potentially be going through.
It's after 1pm and she isn't answering the phone at all today!?! A shared task. Has it really escaped her attention that we are both in the same boat today? Both of our mothers have abnormalities with their heart.
She is short with everyone, 'i couldn't care less about that today' fuck me dead - life doesn't stop! Being an immature bitch to everyone is not going to make it any easier!
Revelation while writing this in an email to a friend... Now i see why there was so much more emphasis on how her mother is from the MD and not mine - a brave face, I’m stronger... On the outside anyway...
It's after 1pm and she isn't answering the phone at all today!?! A shared task. Has it really escaped her attention that we are both in the same boat today? Both of our mothers have abnormalities with their heart.
She is short with everyone, 'i couldn't care less about that today' fuck me dead - life doesn't stop! Being an immature bitch to everyone is not going to make it any easier!
Revelation while writing this in an email to a friend... Now i see why there was so much more emphasis on how her mother is from the MD and not mine - a brave face, I’m stronger... On the outside anyway...
Sunday, June 25, 2006
When Everything Goes Wrong
Friday morning after the sensational Socceroos win I jumped in my car and my battery was flat, a push-start later and a drive home from Chippendale to Surry Hills was now via Bellevue Hill to 're-charge' my car.
My sleep deprived working day wasn't hitch free, my boss is away for 3 weeks, I would say my work load doubled but he does 3 or 4 times more than me, so, do the math. I've now come to the conclusion the my director and I just don't see eye to eye, our minds are different to the extremes, a direct question goes down 15 different tangents and no resolution. The end of the day approaching and I'm requested to do a task, ordinarily I don't mind working back but I'm walking to and from work at the moment and walking around Surry Hills alone at night is not something I want to be subject to. I just don't think he understood.
I'd given myself 30mins to pick up Vikki, I had invited her over for dinner, I jumped into my car and the battery was dead again, NRMA on a Friday night - great! Vix made it over, I didn't want her walking around solo in Surry Hills so I said I'll meet her, just when I'm about to leave NRMA calls, he was so quick and a friendly fellow, $185 dollars later back on track and now I needed to go grocery shopping for dinner adamant the days events was not going to interfere with the evening I had planned.
Dinner went smoothly, I believe she enjoyed, always a good sign when all 3 courses are polished off ;-)
Saturday morning we were up bright and early, I've been wanting to try the 'big breakfast' at the local. It didn't open until 10am. Brekkie around the corner was cheap and cheerful, I feel like a poor friend dropping her off at central to catch the bus but I had a tight schedule, hair dresser at 11am, meet mum at 12.15pm for lunch movie (The Break up) at 1.15pm, a date around 3 ish and dinner plans at 7pm.
I'm in the hair dressers chair and receive a call from mum, she is at a chemist in WBJ, she had a pain in her left shoulder, experiencing light headedness and dizziness, the pharmacists wanted to call an ambulance. I freaked, my mum always plays down everything 'not to worry us' I had 2 hairdressers finish off my hair and I ran to her, went to the doctor and he suspects minor angina. Off to the emergency department at Prince of Wales for tests.
If it could get worse it did. My mother was put in the last bed my grandmother had been in, I was a wreck.
I received a text/call from my date and told him my current circumstances, he was lovely and asked if I wanted him to come for comforting, me, being the girl I am, freak out at the offer and just want to get off the phone as soon as possible and deal with what I had to, although in my mind somewhere I didn't want to screw him around.
Mum knew my arrangements for the day so after the results of the first blood test concluded the right amount of enzymes (medical talk NFI) and she would have to be there for an additional 6 hours for the next round of tests she sent me away. Besides the fact I'm not good at hospitals, I felt faint and a nurse approached me as I was 'looking grey'
I met him for coffee, I wasn't myself, totally flat and preoccupied even a coffee didn't pep me up. I invited him to join my girlfriend and I for dinner, at my local, I wanted to be nearby the hospital should I receive a call.
Then there was the call I had to make, the call to my sister. I haven't spoken to her for over a month. My mother had been in hospital before and I didn't inform sis and I haven't heard the end of it. I reminded mum about it and she asked me to wait a couple of hours before calling - yep, disfunctional family I have.
Dinner was great, it was such a relief to have a friend with me, I felt comfortable with the introductions and happy that the emphasis wasn't on me to entertain.
Mum was sent home about 9pm and I stayed with mum the night and hung around until early this afternoon.
After the aforementioned day my plans for Sunday were daunting. I was to meet my girlfriend, she had bought tickets to a show for my birthday (my birthday is November) It was to be a huge surprise! It was, she took me to see STOMP. It was great the second time! The seats were the next row forward and centred, I watched the performance with more intensity, watched the movements and observed the execution and precision of each movement and of course perving on the guys, the muscles in their arms flexing...
There was nothing more I wanted to do than come home, be alone and wait for tomorrow. I can't believe as I type I'm eating a few slices of Brie on the last bit I notice 'expiry: 16 Jun 06'
My sleep deprived working day wasn't hitch free, my boss is away for 3 weeks, I would say my work load doubled but he does 3 or 4 times more than me, so, do the math. I've now come to the conclusion the my director and I just don't see eye to eye, our minds are different to the extremes, a direct question goes down 15 different tangents and no resolution. The end of the day approaching and I'm requested to do a task, ordinarily I don't mind working back but I'm walking to and from work at the moment and walking around Surry Hills alone at night is not something I want to be subject to. I just don't think he understood.
I'd given myself 30mins to pick up Vikki, I had invited her over for dinner, I jumped into my car and the battery was dead again, NRMA on a Friday night - great! Vix made it over, I didn't want her walking around solo in Surry Hills so I said I'll meet her, just when I'm about to leave NRMA calls, he was so quick and a friendly fellow, $185 dollars later back on track and now I needed to go grocery shopping for dinner adamant the days events was not going to interfere with the evening I had planned.
Dinner went smoothly, I believe she enjoyed, always a good sign when all 3 courses are polished off ;-)
Saturday morning we were up bright and early, I've been wanting to try the 'big breakfast' at the local. It didn't open until 10am. Brekkie around the corner was cheap and cheerful, I feel like a poor friend dropping her off at central to catch the bus but I had a tight schedule, hair dresser at 11am, meet mum at 12.15pm for lunch movie (The Break up) at 1.15pm, a date around 3 ish and dinner plans at 7pm.
I'm in the hair dressers chair and receive a call from mum, she is at a chemist in WBJ, she had a pain in her left shoulder, experiencing light headedness and dizziness, the pharmacists wanted to call an ambulance. I freaked, my mum always plays down everything 'not to worry us' I had 2 hairdressers finish off my hair and I ran to her, went to the doctor and he suspects minor angina. Off to the emergency department at Prince of Wales for tests.
If it could get worse it did. My mother was put in the last bed my grandmother had been in, I was a wreck.
I received a text/call from my date and told him my current circumstances, he was lovely and asked if I wanted him to come for comforting, me, being the girl I am, freak out at the offer and just want to get off the phone as soon as possible and deal with what I had to, although in my mind somewhere I didn't want to screw him around.
Mum knew my arrangements for the day so after the results of the first blood test concluded the right amount of enzymes (medical talk NFI) and she would have to be there for an additional 6 hours for the next round of tests she sent me away. Besides the fact I'm not good at hospitals, I felt faint and a nurse approached me as I was 'looking grey'
I met him for coffee, I wasn't myself, totally flat and preoccupied even a coffee didn't pep me up. I invited him to join my girlfriend and I for dinner, at my local, I wanted to be nearby the hospital should I receive a call.
Then there was the call I had to make, the call to my sister. I haven't spoken to her for over a month. My mother had been in hospital before and I didn't inform sis and I haven't heard the end of it. I reminded mum about it and she asked me to wait a couple of hours before calling - yep, disfunctional family I have.
Dinner was great, it was such a relief to have a friend with me, I felt comfortable with the introductions and happy that the emphasis wasn't on me to entertain.
Mum was sent home about 9pm and I stayed with mum the night and hung around until early this afternoon.
After the aforementioned day my plans for Sunday were daunting. I was to meet my girlfriend, she had bought tickets to a show for my birthday (my birthday is November) It was to be a huge surprise! It was, she took me to see STOMP. It was great the second time! The seats were the next row forward and centred, I watched the performance with more intensity, watched the movements and observed the execution and precision of each movement and of course perving on the guys, the muscles in their arms flexing...
There was nothing more I wanted to do than come home, be alone and wait for tomorrow. I can't believe as I type I'm eating a few slices of Brie on the last bit I notice 'expiry: 16 Jun 06'
Deep breath... I'm signing out of the blogosphere, time yet to be determined ... Taking a step back.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Friday Fun...
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Take Me Out to the Ballgame
Am I the only one that sees the relationship and sex metaphors linked to Baseball? I’m not, not a fan, us Aussie’s aren’t exposed to much baseball, I’ve just watched various movies with baseball being the theme and highlights whenever I flick onto CNN.
‘First Base’ ‘Second Base’ Third Base’ and ‘Home Run’
Back in the school days I recall using baseball to describe my adventures with a boy. ‘We went to first base’ always meant kissing. ‘Oh my god! We went to second base!’ usually meant a little over the t-shirt action maybe a little breast feeling. Then there was ‘third base’ the hands descending down the pants of you or your partner. And of course the ‘Home Run’ I can’t recall if I ever used the term ‘hitting a home run’ as I don’t think it would’ve been reached in those early days when we were referring to bases.
A Good Innings
The term of the relationship, I’ve usually referred ‘a good innings’ to a positive amount of time in the relationship… ‘A good run’ has always been used, can’t be solely related to baseball. My ‘good innings’ 4 years, 4 years and just shy of 2 years
And then there’s the ‘seventh inning stretch’ meaning unusual sexual positions
Batting Average
The ‘stats’ of my relationship in broad terms, here goes 3 long term relationships, 2.5 marriage proposals (the half was my last boyfriend telling me he wanted to get married by the end of the year and wanting to start the arrangements)
It’s a Whole New Ball Game
Meeting that person and they are totally different to any other partner you’ve ever had or met. Or something that occurs during the relationship/sexual relations that is plainly foreign, 'it’s a whole new ball game'.
The new ball game could even extend to being a ‘rookie’ (virgin) inexperienced one or ‘joining the minor leagues’ going for the younger ones ;-) I've had a few new ball games myself, a couple went way left field!
Loaded Bases
Enough said.
Why is it Baseball? Back to the baseball movies for me and I’ll continue my mantra ‘Build it and he will come’
‘First Base’ ‘Second Base’ Third Base’ and ‘Home Run’
Back in the school days I recall using baseball to describe my adventures with a boy. ‘We went to first base’ always meant kissing. ‘Oh my god! We went to second base!’ usually meant a little over the t-shirt action maybe a little breast feeling. Then there was ‘third base’ the hands descending down the pants of you or your partner. And of course the ‘Home Run’ I can’t recall if I ever used the term ‘hitting a home run’ as I don’t think it would’ve been reached in those early days when we were referring to bases.
A Good Innings
The term of the relationship, I’ve usually referred ‘a good innings’ to a positive amount of time in the relationship… ‘A good run’ has always been used, can’t be solely related to baseball. My ‘good innings’ 4 years, 4 years and just shy of 2 years
And then there’s the ‘seventh inning stretch’ meaning unusual sexual positions
Batting Average
The ‘stats’ of my relationship in broad terms, here goes 3 long term relationships, 2.5 marriage proposals (the half was my last boyfriend telling me he wanted to get married by the end of the year and wanting to start the arrangements)
It’s a Whole New Ball Game
Meeting that person and they are totally different to any other partner you’ve ever had or met. Or something that occurs during the relationship/sexual relations that is plainly foreign, 'it’s a whole new ball game'.
The new ball game could even extend to being a ‘rookie’ (virgin) inexperienced one or ‘joining the minor leagues’ going for the younger ones ;-) I've had a few new ball games myself, a couple went way left field!
Loaded Bases
Enough said.
Why is it Baseball? Back to the baseball movies for me and I’ll continue my mantra ‘Build it and he will come’
Český Český Český - Oi! Oi! Oi!
It was another sleepless night due to the wonders of the World Cup.
I’m in with the cool kids; I’ve been invited out with the group for every Australian match. I’m in the Fantasy Football League and kicking arse! I would be bouncing around today, if only I had the energy, the jubilation and excitement can only last so long without sleep.
We had a plan, concise agenda, meet at N’s place, dinner at Leichhardt, get to Universal Bar early and set ourselves up for the Czech v’s Italy match. N. was the buffer between A. and I, I wore my Czech Rosický jersey in a sea of Italiano’s. The Italy win was mildly disappointing, there was still the Aussie game and the Italians celebrating through Norton Street was priceless, I couldn’t wipe off my smile.
We had a car ‘planted’ in one of the nearby streets, naturally cab’s would’ve been difficult to find, we had a cab booked from Chippendale at 2.45am – Unbelievable, I never thought I would ever hear it! Off to the Casino for the next game… And what a game it was!
Australia has made it through to the next round!
Why Guus replaced Schwarzer we will never know? What an exciting game, adrenaline charged and the best news for Australian football! I can’t wait for the next match against Italy! A. and I will be rivals again.
I’m in with the cool kids; I’ve been invited out with the group for every Australian match. I’m in the Fantasy Football League and kicking arse! I would be bouncing around today, if only I had the energy, the jubilation and excitement can only last so long without sleep.
We had a plan, concise agenda, meet at N’s place, dinner at Leichhardt, get to Universal Bar early and set ourselves up for the Czech v’s Italy match. N. was the buffer between A. and I, I wore my Czech Rosický jersey in a sea of Italiano’s. The Italy win was mildly disappointing, there was still the Aussie game and the Italians celebrating through Norton Street was priceless, I couldn’t wipe off my smile.
We had a car ‘planted’ in one of the nearby streets, naturally cab’s would’ve been difficult to find, we had a cab booked from Chippendale at 2.45am – Unbelievable, I never thought I would ever hear it! Off to the Casino for the next game… And what a game it was!
Australia has made it through to the next round!
Why Guus replaced Schwarzer we will never know? What an exciting game, adrenaline charged and the best news for Australian football! I can’t wait for the next match against Italy! A. and I will be rivals again.
Go the Socceroos!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
STOMP
I’ll get my ranting out of the way first. Why do people wear jeans and sneakers to the theatre!?!?! Dress! Grrrr….
Okay, done.
STOMP last night was fantastic, it amazes me the eclectic sounds made by banging various materials together, the comedic aspects were so well balanced with dance, the performers spectacular (a couple of the guys were HOT!)
My favourite part was the guys hitting the garbage can lids together, almost samuri fighting in style with hard tap, it was just sensational, the energy was high octane – love it!
Okay, done.
STOMP last night was fantastic, it amazes me the eclectic sounds made by banging various materials together, the comedic aspects were so well balanced with dance, the performers spectacular (a couple of the guys were HOT!)
My favourite part was the guys hitting the garbage can lids together, almost samuri fighting in style with hard tap, it was just sensational, the energy was high octane – love it!
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Flash Back - The Multiple Choice Question
I had an odd 'search' appear on my site meter - there are also some sick puppies out there!
The eye-opening part is looking to 'see where the fuck did I write that?'
Occasionally, I'm reminded of certain events, this one needed to be 'refreshed' as I laughed so much at the memory! Here goes - The multiple choice question of January 2006
We went to the bar, he asked if I would like red or white wine, I said 'a glass of sparkling wine; a glass of yellow'. He said in disbelief 'no way - you order'. When the bartender came I asked for a glass of yellow, he said "can you make that a double!" The girl behind the bar and I exchanged puzzled looks and she said "the lady ordered a glass of champagne - I'll make it with a double strawberry"
Is this:
a) Funny
b) Pathetic
c) Cute
d) dependent on my feelings towards the guy
b) Pathetic
c) Cute
d) dependent on my feelings towards the guy
FYI - I never saw him again :-P
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Speechless
I'm invited to see STOMP tonight with an indirect former work colleague, he obtains free tickets to various shows, apparently he has ‘contacts’ I don’t care, I’m the beneficiary and most importantly, I'm the only person he knows that enjoys the theatre.
Well, I sent a little email yesterday to confirm all is still on. Background Swan Lake (I freaked when I found out it was 'on ice') the other week was cancelled last minute and ‘something’ came up when we were supposed to go to An Inspector Calls. I don’t hold my breath and usually make ‘back up plans’.
The response I received: “Yes, definitely still on tonight. Can you call me; the wife deleted your number from my phone"
Ummm... Yea...! Help? Okay, I know I'll go, it's free tickets!
Well, I sent a little email yesterday to confirm all is still on. Background Swan Lake (I freaked when I found out it was 'on ice') the other week was cancelled last minute and ‘something’ came up when we were supposed to go to An Inspector Calls. I don’t hold my breath and usually make ‘back up plans’.
The response I received: “Yes, definitely still on tonight. Can you call me; the wife deleted your number from my phone"
Ummm... Yea...! Help? Okay, I know I'll go, it's free tickets!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Be Your Own Person
It hit me like a tonne of bricks a moment ago.
I have a girlfriend coming over for dinner tonight, I've cooked lasagna. Nice creamy béchamel sauce and lots of mince, tomatoes, lots of garlic and chilli.
Well, my friend is Jewish and Kosher. I'll deconstruct for those staring blankly thinking, so? Kosher means not allowed to eat meat with diary - what to do?
But, the think that gets me is the fact a couple of years ago we would go out for breakfast and she would order bacon and eggs (a big no-no). Now that she has this 'boyfriend' correction fiancée and he is overtly religious, So she has changed for him, now a strict good little Jewish girl.
Why is it so many women change themselves to 'mesh in' with their prospective others?
I know it sounds like I'm on my high horse here. It's just I have been there, changed myself for a man. Truth be told, I was a different person when I was with him, after that isolated experience, I have vowed to be completely myself, sometimes obnoxious sometimes insecure - that's me. Take it or leave it! Because I wont change for anyone.
Rant over. Now what do I do for dinner?
I have a girlfriend coming over for dinner tonight, I've cooked lasagna. Nice creamy béchamel sauce and lots of mince, tomatoes, lots of garlic and chilli.
Well, my friend is Jewish and Kosher. I'll deconstruct for those staring blankly thinking, so? Kosher means not allowed to eat meat with diary - what to do?
But, the think that gets me is the fact a couple of years ago we would go out for breakfast and she would order bacon and eggs (a big no-no). Now that she has this 'boyfriend' correction fiancée and he is overtly religious, So she has changed for him, now a strict good little Jewish girl.
Why is it so many women change themselves to 'mesh in' with their prospective others?
I know it sounds like I'm on my high horse here. It's just I have been there, changed myself for a man. Truth be told, I was a different person when I was with him, after that isolated experience, I have vowed to be completely myself, sometimes obnoxious sometimes insecure - that's me. Take it or leave it! Because I wont change for anyone.
Rant over. Now what do I do for dinner?
Update: My dear friend came over and brought a salad instead of the typical bottle of wine, she knows I'm a part time alco, but she doesn't drink. She had the salad and I ate my YUMMY lasagne! It was a last minute dinner date anyways...
Random Quote
I was with my girlfriend the other week (shall remain nameless), we drove past Long Bay Gaol, we made a joke of pulling up to see what’s on offer as she is totally aware of my addiction to Prison Break. (Specifically Wentworth Miller).
Then with a giggle she said…
I have standards; they’re just not very high
Monday, June 19, 2006
Lust
Our eyes met the moment I walked in, he smiled, I smiled… For the next couple of hours our eyes met on several occasions. Every time I heard the beautiful sounds of the violin I looked over, he smiled, I feel my face blush, he winks, I shift uncomfortably and pick up my drink…
We had a party of approximately 20 spread over 3 tables and lounges, it wasn’t easy to communicate with other party people. The birthday girl(s) decided it was time to relocate. I didn’t want to leave, not yet anyway.
There we were my girlfriend and I, finishing off our drinks while others neglected theirs, conversation flowing and enjoying the brilliant sounds of jazz and swing in the background.
He approached after he had finished his set; the first thing that spills out of my mouth is ‘you play beautifully’, each time I spoke I thoroughly considered the words, I let the eye contact linger a little, he is lovely.
I was asked for my number, shortly after we left I received a sweet text asking if I would like to meet for dinner or drinks. I’m looking forward to hearing from him, the first man I’ve met in a long time to make me excitable.
I’m in a state of lust…
We had a party of approximately 20 spread over 3 tables and lounges, it wasn’t easy to communicate with other party people. The birthday girl(s) decided it was time to relocate. I didn’t want to leave, not yet anyway.
There we were my girlfriend and I, finishing off our drinks while others neglected theirs, conversation flowing and enjoying the brilliant sounds of jazz and swing in the background.
He approached after he had finished his set; the first thing that spills out of my mouth is ‘you play beautifully’, each time I spoke I thoroughly considered the words, I let the eye contact linger a little, he is lovely.
I was asked for my number, shortly after we left I received a sweet text asking if I would like to meet for dinner or drinks. I’m looking forward to hearing from him, the first man I’ve met in a long time to make me excitable.
I’m in a state of lust…
Saturday, June 17, 2006
The Walk of Shame
The sun only just rising, it was like candle light, I take a look around the room, I see a fishing line propped behind the door, a Canadian flag hanging on corner of the wardrobe, photo's of Whistler mountains on the wall and a guitar next to the bed. I love a mans bedroom.
I was alone, my head heavy as I try to get up, I stager to the bathroom, he is sleeping on the lounge. My memories flash back to October last year, when I crashed on the lounge and his ex-girlfriend came in the morning after they had broken up, I couldn't escape the thoughts, the anxiety enveloped me, I knew she no longer had a key, I needed to get out.
I stayed for a coffee, how much did we drink? I glance over to the dining table 3 empty bottles of wine, including the bottle from 'the vineyard' why did I enjoy it so much? It was a bottle from his friends (family) vineyard, the friend that was my crush that crashed.
This situation has to end, I say I'm leaving, he wants me to stay, I put on my coat and gloves, he gives me a kiss on the forehead, his eyes were fixed on mine that little bit longer, I was feeling more uncomfortable, I threw my arms around him and thanked him for dinner and ran for the door.
I'm walking slowly to my car, I know the alcohol is still prominent in my system, Council workers drive past yelling out their 'good morning miss' I just know opinions are being passed on me by the Council workers, the walk of shame back to my car looking like a drag queen complete with medusa-esque hair and panda eyes.
I was alone, my head heavy as I try to get up, I stager to the bathroom, he is sleeping on the lounge. My memories flash back to October last year, when I crashed on the lounge and his ex-girlfriend came in the morning after they had broken up, I couldn't escape the thoughts, the anxiety enveloped me, I knew she no longer had a key, I needed to get out.
I stayed for a coffee, how much did we drink? I glance over to the dining table 3 empty bottles of wine, including the bottle from 'the vineyard' why did I enjoy it so much? It was a bottle from his friends (family) vineyard, the friend that was my crush that crashed.
This situation has to end, I say I'm leaving, he wants me to stay, I put on my coat and gloves, he gives me a kiss on the forehead, his eyes were fixed on mine that little bit longer, I was feeling more uncomfortable, I threw my arms around him and thanked him for dinner and ran for the door.
I'm walking slowly to my car, I know the alcohol is still prominent in my system, Council workers drive past yelling out their 'good morning miss' I just know opinions are being passed on me by the Council workers, the walk of shame back to my car looking like a drag queen complete with medusa-esque hair and panda eyes.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Idiot of the day award goes to...
The Phone call
Client: ‘How large is the land?’
Me: ‘It’s 902 sqm’
Client: ‘How big is that?’
Client: ‘How large is the land?’
Me: ‘It’s 902 sqm’
Client: ‘How big is that?’
...
I’ve been relentlessly flirting with MFL (my first love) for over a month. He broached the tabo subject amongst ex-lovers, ‘how is your love life?’ 'Ha! non-existent!’ I replied and naturally I asked the same question: ‘I’m waiting for you to give up looking elsewhere…’
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Taking a Step back…
I look at myself today, what I am, where I’ve been, what I’m doing…
What would I change?
I see my weaknesses, I see my strengths…
Are my strengths my weaknesses?
I see where improvements need to be made…
Is it possible?
I see that everything is possible, I see that motivation is all I need…
How do I motivate myself?
What would I change?
I see my weaknesses, I see my strengths…
Are my strengths my weaknesses?
I see where improvements need to be made…
Is it possible?
I see that everything is possible, I see that motivation is all I need…
How do I motivate myself?
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Gush. Gush. Gush.
It’s a cold windy Sydney day, I’ve just finished work and all I wish to do is sit in a nice warm lounge room, relax and let the ups and downs of the working day drift away…
I’m overly excited to know I won’t need to ‘debrief the events of the day’, it was the first time in too long that I will be alone, coming home to an empty apartment, no one to put on the superficial smile, no expectations for cooking and if I choose to have cereal, 2 pieces of cheese or one carrot for dinner I wont be judged.
That’s right. I’m out of home, temporarily*, I’m house sitting for 3 weeks.
I walk through the doors and with a deep relief, alone time, I love being in my own space. I walk down the few steps into the lounge dining area and my wonderful friend has left French pastries, a few caramello koala’s and cute instructions. Tears swelled in my eyes, how lucky I am to have a beautiful friend in my life… It’s been 3 days since she departed, I miss her terribly already.
She is my ‘watch the State of Origin at the pub with a steak and wine gal’. She is my ‘OMG *insert name* just said this’ she is the girl I send a quick link on messenger with any dress I like, blog site, news article, restaurant review, stupid picture and the all important I NEED a quick drink after work (reciprocal links).
I could get used to being on my own. Must not spend excess money on shoes. Must continue to save bigger deposit.
I’m over the moon to be able to keep up to date with her overseas expeditions and last nights World Cup game France V Switzerland via her travel blog.
Ayez un bon voyage mon chéri!
*I am looking to purchase a property as most of my readers probably already know. Longer process for me as part of my job is *drum roll please* site acquisition.
I’m overly excited to know I won’t need to ‘debrief the events of the day’, it was the first time in too long that I will be alone, coming home to an empty apartment, no one to put on the superficial smile, no expectations for cooking and if I choose to have cereal, 2 pieces of cheese or one carrot for dinner I wont be judged.
That’s right. I’m out of home, temporarily*, I’m house sitting for 3 weeks.
I walk through the doors and with a deep relief, alone time, I love being in my own space. I walk down the few steps into the lounge dining area and my wonderful friend has left French pastries, a few caramello koala’s and cute instructions. Tears swelled in my eyes, how lucky I am to have a beautiful friend in my life… It’s been 3 days since she departed, I miss her terribly already.
She is my ‘watch the State of Origin at the pub with a steak and wine gal’. She is my ‘OMG *insert name* just said this’ she is the girl I send a quick link on messenger with any dress I like, blog site, news article, restaurant review, stupid picture and the all important I NEED a quick drink after work (reciprocal links).
I could get used to being on my own. Must not spend excess money on shoes. Must continue to save bigger deposit.
I’m over the moon to be able to keep up to date with her overseas expeditions and last nights World Cup game France V Switzerland via her travel blog.
Ayez un bon voyage mon chéri!
*I am looking to purchase a property as most of my readers probably already know. Longer process for me as part of my job is *drum roll please* site acquisition.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Bits and Pieces no. 5 – The Long Weekend Issue
+ Friday night drinks at Double Bay for Iggy’s farewell, his invitation/instructions for the event:
Step 1). Arrive at The Oaks pub in Double Bay at 5.30.
Step 2). Arrive at bar at 5.31.
Step 3). Down seventh beer at 5.41.
Step 4). 5.45 Meet willing (and unwitting) female and serenade her.
Step 5). 5.45.30 Receive slap in the face and a knee in the jugglers delights for trying to serenade her.
Step 6). Time undetermined. Walk home alone (again).
Background to Iggy: I went on a couple of dates with him April 2005, I was swept off my feet by ‘cute navy boy’, went overseas for 6 weeks and didn’t see him again. THEN when I was retrenched late last year the temp role I got over Christmas / New Year was at his office. The world does get smaller, cute navy boy was one of the offices tenants.
+ My inadvertent Seinfeldinisim: Iggy asked me to scratch an itch and as you would guess, he did a ‘Kramer’ dance!
+ A very late dinner at a pizzeria, hungry, starving, a kiss on both cheeks from the owner, he was a customer many moons ago when I was working at *whispers* Franklins while I was at school; he also knocked $20 off the bill!
+ A revelation occurred towards the end of dinner – I must set up R with Iggy! It would either be the best set up in history or Chernobyl.
+ I received a greeting from a dear friend, I called immediately on receipt of message saying ‘do you want to have a hot chocolate?’ she was excitable (as excitable as you can get for a hot chocolate in winter) I then said ‘damn I don’t have me car’ – yep, drunkity, drunk, drunk. If I couldn’t remember I didn’t have my car with me is a real sign I shouldn’t be driving any car.
+ Being woken up bright and early from a text message when I’ve had a big night is not something I enjoy
+ Running late to an auction on Saturday morning speeding through Sydney’s suburbs talking on the phone with what I could imagine my blood alcohol being over the limit from the night before – with double demerits in force. I made it to the auction as the auctioneer was calling last bids.
+ Having a spur of the moment lunch at Danny’s La Perouse with V. and Mez where 2 girls were wearing bibs for lunch, fantastic hearty seafood chowder for me...Yum.
+ Blowing your entire long weekend spending money on one lunch was totally worth it :-P
+ Getting a new mobile phone and the first phone call is from someone who isn’t saved yet and having to ask ‘who’s speaking?’ and pretend it’s bad reception.
+ I told my former BB he is no longer allowed to see he’s new girlfriend because ‘you can only have one in your life!’
+ Introducing my dear friend to one of my favourite ‘50’s movies and she liked it!
+ Dancing around the kitchen cooking dinner:
- It’s raining men – The Weather Girls
- Jeremiah was a bull frog (Joy to the World) - Three Dog Night
+ Sending the first text message from my new phone and finding out the ‘clear’ button on my old phone is now the ‘send’ button – I hate mobile phones!
+ People asking the spec’s of my phone – can I make and receive phone calls and text messages? Yes. That’s all I care about! (Can you see my hate for mobile phones?)
+ Not getting out of my PJ’s until 2.30pm on Sunday – YAY!
+ Having a cry when I found a note left on my car, I didn’t have a goodbye hug from my dearest friend before she went away because she didn’t have her mobile and my house bell isn’t working
+ 3 course dinner at Dad’s place on Sunday night, started at 5.00pm entrée: creamy chicken, mushroom and white wine in a puff pastry shell. Main: the most delicious steak with béarnaise sauce, sautéed spinach with potato and onion bake. Dessert: crème caramel. And we went through 2 bottles of red wine. (Daddy used to be a chef in the late ‘70’s early ‘80’s, the man can cook!)
+ My dad still has a photo up of me with my ex-boyfriends arms around me up on his mantel. If it was my last boyfriend I’ll suggest laziness but it was Dom, we broke up 3 and a half years ago! He told me he used to take the photo down every time my last boyfriend and I would come over for dinner!
+ Mother dearest giving me the silent treatment on Monday morning and criticising me for ‘reading in my room’ for most of the morning. I worked it out later that she would’ve been upset about me having dinner at dad’s place meaning dad’s girlfriend would be there… It’s been 23 years – GET OVER IT!
+ Dinner and DVD’s at V and R’s place on Sunday evening, my new home away from home (after my local pub that is)
+ Going to a “World Cup Party” at N’s place (the cool kids) and screaming obscenities at the television – the ref was being paid, so many bad calls! Australia winning! Priceless!
+ Being stuck in city traffic for 45 minutes at 1.30- 2.00am on a Monday night due to street parties.
+ Still wide awake when I got home, I settled in to watch Czech Republic win 3-0
+ I’m coming second in our fantasy football competition! UPDATE! I'm FIRST!
Step 1). Arrive at The Oaks pub in Double Bay at 5.30.
Step 2). Arrive at bar at 5.31.
Step 3). Down seventh beer at 5.41.
Step 4). 5.45 Meet willing (and unwitting) female and serenade her.
Step 5). 5.45.30 Receive slap in the face and a knee in the jugglers delights for trying to serenade her.
Step 6). Time undetermined. Walk home alone (again).
Background to Iggy: I went on a couple of dates with him April 2005, I was swept off my feet by ‘cute navy boy’, went overseas for 6 weeks and didn’t see him again. THEN when I was retrenched late last year the temp role I got over Christmas / New Year was at his office. The world does get smaller, cute navy boy was one of the offices tenants.
+ My inadvertent Seinfeldinisim: Iggy asked me to scratch an itch and as you would guess, he did a ‘Kramer’ dance!
+ A very late dinner at a pizzeria, hungry, starving, a kiss on both cheeks from the owner, he was a customer many moons ago when I was working at *whispers* Franklins while I was at school; he also knocked $20 off the bill!
+ A revelation occurred towards the end of dinner – I must set up R with Iggy! It would either be the best set up in history or Chernobyl.
+ I received a greeting from a dear friend, I called immediately on receipt of message saying ‘do you want to have a hot chocolate?’ she was excitable (as excitable as you can get for a hot chocolate in winter) I then said ‘damn I don’t have me car’ – yep, drunkity, drunk, drunk. If I couldn’t remember I didn’t have my car with me is a real sign I shouldn’t be driving any car.
+ Being woken up bright and early from a text message when I’ve had a big night is not something I enjoy
+ Running late to an auction on Saturday morning speeding through Sydney’s suburbs talking on the phone with what I could imagine my blood alcohol being over the limit from the night before – with double demerits in force. I made it to the auction as the auctioneer was calling last bids.
+ Having a spur of the moment lunch at Danny’s La Perouse with V. and Mez where 2 girls were wearing bibs for lunch, fantastic hearty seafood chowder for me...Yum.
+ Blowing your entire long weekend spending money on one lunch was totally worth it :-P
+ Getting a new mobile phone and the first phone call is from someone who isn’t saved yet and having to ask ‘who’s speaking?’ and pretend it’s bad reception.
+ I told my former BB he is no longer allowed to see he’s new girlfriend because ‘you can only have one in your life!’
+ Introducing my dear friend to one of my favourite ‘50’s movies and she liked it!
+ Dancing around the kitchen cooking dinner:
- It’s raining men – The Weather Girls
- Jeremiah was a bull frog (Joy to the World) - Three Dog Night
+ Sending the first text message from my new phone and finding out the ‘clear’ button on my old phone is now the ‘send’ button – I hate mobile phones!
+ People asking the spec’s of my phone – can I make and receive phone calls and text messages? Yes. That’s all I care about! (Can you see my hate for mobile phones?)
+ Not getting out of my PJ’s until 2.30pm on Sunday – YAY!
+ Having a cry when I found a note left on my car, I didn’t have a goodbye hug from my dearest friend before she went away because she didn’t have her mobile and my house bell isn’t working
+ 3 course dinner at Dad’s place on Sunday night, started at 5.00pm entrée: creamy chicken, mushroom and white wine in a puff pastry shell. Main: the most delicious steak with béarnaise sauce, sautéed spinach with potato and onion bake. Dessert: crème caramel. And we went through 2 bottles of red wine. (Daddy used to be a chef in the late ‘70’s early ‘80’s, the man can cook!)
+ My dad still has a photo up of me with my ex-boyfriends arms around me up on his mantel. If it was my last boyfriend I’ll suggest laziness but it was Dom, we broke up 3 and a half years ago! He told me he used to take the photo down every time my last boyfriend and I would come over for dinner!
+ Mother dearest giving me the silent treatment on Monday morning and criticising me for ‘reading in my room’ for most of the morning. I worked it out later that she would’ve been upset about me having dinner at dad’s place meaning dad’s girlfriend would be there… It’s been 23 years – GET OVER IT!
+ Dinner and DVD’s at V and R’s place on Sunday evening, my new home away from home (after my local pub that is)
+ Going to a “World Cup Party” at N’s place (the cool kids) and screaming obscenities at the television – the ref was being paid, so many bad calls! Australia winning! Priceless!
+ Being stuck in city traffic for 45 minutes at 1.30- 2.00am on a Monday night due to street parties.
+ Still wide awake when I got home, I settled in to watch Czech Republic win 3-0
+ I’m coming second in our fantasy football competition! UPDATE! I'm FIRST!
Aussie Green n Gold!
# Team Manager - Total
1 N's Magic Team 42
2 bohemians 38
# Team Manager - Total
1 N's Magic Team 42
2 bohemians 38
3 SharkInfestedCustard 36
4 THE UNTOUCHABLES 33
5 Purple Poos 23
6 eh, Sweeet FC 21
7 The Red Rockets 20
8 Diga's Dream Team 18
9 Smoochie Boochies FC 16
What a sensational long weekend!
4 THE UNTOUCHABLES 33
5 Purple Poos 23
6 eh, Sweeet FC 21
7 The Red Rockets 20
8 Diga's Dream Team 18
9 Smoochie Boochies FC 16
What a sensational long weekend!
Friday, June 09, 2006
T.U.I.
Texting Under the Influence
I am in pursuit of a mobile phone that has an alcohol breathalyser attached.
Under no conditions in the future am I allowed to pull out my phone and start sending messages after anymore than 3 glasses of alcohol
Under no circumstances am I to entertain (ok send) ‘booty call’ messages
Under no situation I will send a text to MFL for a little sumthin sumthin because I’m ‘in the area’
I replied to a text within a minute of receiving said text – I had to tell myself ‘back up chick-a-dee’
I am in pursuit of a mobile phone that has an alcohol breathalyser attached.
Under no conditions in the future am I allowed to pull out my phone and start sending messages after anymore than 3 glasses of alcohol
Under no circumstances am I to entertain (ok send) ‘booty call’ messages
Under no situation I will send a text to MFL for a little sumthin sumthin because I’m ‘in the area’
I replied to a text within a minute of receiving said text – I had to tell myself ‘back up chick-a-dee’
I Love My Job!
My task today:
Come up with 80-100 street names* for our development in North Queensland.
No. There wont be a ‘N Place’ but I am aiming for ‘*insert surname* Park’ ;-)
* Must be ‘in-line with the vision of the development’, no naughty suggestive names.
Come up with 80-100 street names* for our development in North Queensland.
No. There wont be a ‘N Place’ but I am aiming for ‘*insert surname* Park’ ;-)
* Must be ‘in-line with the vision of the development’, no naughty suggestive names.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
The Toxic Friend
Do you have that one person in your life that you have known for many years, not a thing in common anymore other than knowing being an observer in each others life over the years?
We have known each other for approximately 15 years, she considers me as one of her closest girlfriends, I’ve been requested to be the ‘un-official brides maid’ at her wedding in a couple months, (in other words she isn’t having anyone on a pretty dress standing next to her but requires someone to advise if there is lipstick on her teeth or hair is falling out of place).
Over the last couple of months I’ve felt a rift between us more prominently.
We are extremes*:
She likes to camp, I consider sharing a bathroom ‘roughing it’.
She drives her economical car from A to B, I drive my over powered sports car like I’m on a race track.
She wears sensible shoes and I totter around in inappropriately high heeled stilettos.
She is engaged, I’m living the single gal life.
She loves lounge music; I’m an R n B girl at heart.
She has never coloured her hair, I can barley remember my natural hair colour.
She has been at the same job since she left uni, I average a year and a half in each job and I never went to uni.
She believes every situation should be fair; I look at the way I can earn a bit of money from every situation
* neither are better, just pointing out the differences in personality
I now feel I can only take her in ‘small doses’ this feeling has steamed from only a few words she has uttered:
We have known each other for approximately 15 years, she considers me as one of her closest girlfriends, I’ve been requested to be the ‘un-official brides maid’ at her wedding in a couple months, (in other words she isn’t having anyone on a pretty dress standing next to her but requires someone to advise if there is lipstick on her teeth or hair is falling out of place).
Over the last couple of months I’ve felt a rift between us more prominently.
We are extremes*:
She likes to camp, I consider sharing a bathroom ‘roughing it’.
She drives her economical car from A to B, I drive my over powered sports car like I’m on a race track.
She wears sensible shoes and I totter around in inappropriately high heeled stilettos.
She is engaged, I’m living the single gal life.
She loves lounge music; I’m an R n B girl at heart.
She has never coloured her hair, I can barley remember my natural hair colour.
She has been at the same job since she left uni, I average a year and a half in each job and I never went to uni.
She believes every situation should be fair; I look at the way I can earn a bit of money from every situation
* neither are better, just pointing out the differences in personality
I now feel I can only take her in ‘small doses’ this feeling has steamed from only a few words she has uttered:
- ‘N, you don’t travel, you holiday’ - WTF! And the difference is?
- ‘I have my hens night coming up soon, you’ve only met the girls once before and you got off on the wrong foot, you’ll have to put in a lot of effort to get along with them’ – Is that supposed to make me want to go?
- Travel talk. She said ‘You haven’t been to the USA’
Me ‘yes I have, I’ve been to Hawaii’
‘Yeah, but Hawaii isn’t part of the USA’
Me: ‘So you’re telling me, Tasmania isn’t part of Australia’ GF interjected to mediate
Do I really need someone in my life that speaks to me in such a deprecating manner? Does this girlfriend enhance my life? Why do we maintain friendships (I use the term loosely) just because of history? (Or am I the only one that keeps these relationships flowing?)
I’m considering not attending the hens night, not that I enjoy the ‘hens’ experience, a group of girls acting like clowns that haven’t seen a cock before, screaming, falling down the street and getting drunk on ‘mixer-drinks’ – it’s just not my thing. I can’t terminate a 15 year friendship because of a few derogatory comments, or can I? I wont do anything before her wedding, its not in my nature, she’s under a lot of ‘stress’ organising and planning, I wont throw in a friendship issue at this stage. I’ll be up for an Oscar, ‘the best performance at a hens night and wedding goes to Miss N.’
- ‘I have my hens night coming up soon, you’ve only met the girls once before and you got off on the wrong foot, you’ll have to put in a lot of effort to get along with them’ – Is that supposed to make me want to go?
- Travel talk. She said ‘You haven’t been to the USA’
Me ‘yes I have, I’ve been to Hawaii’
‘Yeah, but Hawaii isn’t part of the USA’
Me: ‘So you’re telling me, Tasmania isn’t part of Australia’ GF interjected to mediate
Do I really need someone in my life that speaks to me in such a deprecating manner? Does this girlfriend enhance my life? Why do we maintain friendships (I use the term loosely) just because of history? (Or am I the only one that keeps these relationships flowing?)
I’m considering not attending the hens night, not that I enjoy the ‘hens’ experience, a group of girls acting like clowns that haven’t seen a cock before, screaming, falling down the street and getting drunk on ‘mixer-drinks’ – it’s just not my thing. I can’t terminate a 15 year friendship because of a few derogatory comments, or can I? I wont do anything before her wedding, its not in my nature, she’s under a lot of ‘stress’ organising and planning, I wont throw in a friendship issue at this stage. I’ll be up for an Oscar, ‘the best performance at a hens night and wedding goes to Miss N.’
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Bits and Pieces - Issue 4
+ Costanzanisms of the week … I believe the car park levels should be re-named to ‘your mothers a whore’ and ‘your father’s an abusive alcoholic’ at WBJ
+ I enjoy watching female stripper’s more than male stripper’s
+ I can’t believe this exists. AND there are 312 pages!?!?!?:
+ I enjoy watching female stripper’s more than male stripper’s
+ I can’t believe this exists. AND there are 312 pages!?!?!?:
+ I get excited by using a new tooth brush for the first time!
+ It’s not just me!
+ I was told my persona changes when I’m is ‘sales mode’ apparently I have a ‘dictatorial manner‘
+ Dancing around the office to:
Get Down Tonight – KC & the Sunshine Band
Once in your lifetime – Talking Heads
Hero – Donna Summer
Love is a Battlefield – Pat Benatar
+ Left field conversations:
What is a guy’s opinion of a girl with a Brazilian wax the first time you guys get jiggy?
How many girls has Robbie Williams fucked?
Super models no longer exist – Linda, Elle, Cindy and Naomi…
Gee Wilikers Wiz Bang Wombat Trails
Monday, June 05, 2006
A Few Sweet Words…
I received the most beautiful arrangement of words today; I replied a teary eyed, heart felt thank you, hours later the gentle sentiments were still on my mind. I needed to reinforce my appreciation, but I still feel that he doesn't realises how much it meant to me – better than a whole pack of king size caramello koala’s.
Incitement
Communal change rooms at a clothing sale. I’m squeezing into a size 12 skirt. This is not the body I know. Go home, determined to go for a run, I’m pulling on my work out tights. They are so tight it hurts – damn it, size 8. I take then off, I’ll need to buy a larger pair of tights. Motivation squandered.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Getting To Know You..
Getting to know all about you… Getting to like you… Getting to hope you like me… The King & I
The getting to know you better chit chat. We have all been there at one time or another, the first encounter, that first date, those first few words spoken. It’s usually ‘the same old getting to know you’ 5 bullshit questions:
- What’s your name?
- What do you do?
- Where do you live?
- How old are you?
- Do you come here often?
Confession, I’m no good at this.
Especially the age question *mental note, confirm age* I start with my name, the polite but coy smile, slight tilt of the head and I try not to, but, the flick of my hair. Stereotypical? Yes.
Over the past few weeks I’ve met a few boys/men and I’m usually with my girlfriends, most of the time I sit back and observe, well I have no choice as the boys approach my friends before me… True story: I was out with a urmmm close friend when I was 19, MFL left me for another girl, we where at The Burdekin (when it was cool) and my urmmm close friend said to our mutual friend, ‘all the guys come up to me, when I reject them they go to N’ – lovely little nugget that one is, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, unfortunately this was said at one of my lowest points of self esteem. Occasionally (too often) I believe this statement is true.
One of my bestest friends (note lack of hesitation) and I went to the Establishment on Wednesday night for a “Australia made the World Cup party” we met 2 very handsome men and I struggled to muster a word for many minutes, I may as well been invisible, I’m watching my friend commanding the attention of these 2 guys, I felt they were oblivious to my presence, I’m playing with my gloves, softly smiling waiting for an opportunity interject with something, anything that could possibly interest/entertain them, I just don’t ‘have it’. (Maybe mother dearest is right. I don’t have interests, how can a man find me interesting)
It’s not an isolated affair, I go out with ‘the girls’ quiet regularly, our intentions are to have fun, enjoy each others company, never to ‘pick up’, not me anyway, finding a boyfriend/stumbling across a guy I would like to see more often isn’t on my priority list at the moment.
I admire the confidence my friends exude. JB is not only beautiful, she has this unbelievable eloquent manner that men just are hypnotised. R. will talk to anyone, you point at a guy across the room and a second later she’s there talking away, the guy laughing and introducing her to all his friends. V, wow this girl knows how to work it, the eye contact across the room a cheeky smile and within a few minutes the guy is gravitating towards her. Me, I get the left overs, sorry, ‘the friend’.
Once this ‘friend’ starts talking to me I immediately assume I’m ‘the friend’ of the gal he liked. Where to go from here? 5 getting to know you questions… I still won’t know anything about them after a few time wasting questions, honestly, lately I haven’t wanted to.
It’s been reported twice of late that a guy couldn’t decide which one of two us to go for? For fucks sake, what is that?
I’m starting to feel deflated, disinterested in ‘going out and meeting a guy, having that getting to know you conversation’.
I can go on a date, the interest is already established, usually the guy already knows a bit about me and I of him... I’m great one on one, I enjoy, thrive that witty repartee and I’m an active participant, get me in a group, which well face it, men hunt in packs. Reclusive introvert… I’ve been told on many occasions I come across as aloof, boys, it’s just my guard.
The getting to know you better chit chat. We have all been there at one time or another, the first encounter, that first date, those first few words spoken. It’s usually ‘the same old getting to know you’ 5 bullshit questions:
- What’s your name?
- What do you do?
- Where do you live?
- How old are you?
- Do you come here often?
Confession, I’m no good at this.
Especially the age question *mental note, confirm age* I start with my name, the polite but coy smile, slight tilt of the head and I try not to, but, the flick of my hair. Stereotypical? Yes.
Over the past few weeks I’ve met a few boys/men and I’m usually with my girlfriends, most of the time I sit back and observe, well I have no choice as the boys approach my friends before me… True story: I was out with a urmmm close friend when I was 19, MFL left me for another girl, we where at The Burdekin (when it was cool) and my urmmm close friend said to our mutual friend, ‘all the guys come up to me, when I reject them they go to N’ – lovely little nugget that one is, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, unfortunately this was said at one of my lowest points of self esteem. Occasionally (too often) I believe this statement is true.
One of my bestest friends (note lack of hesitation) and I went to the Establishment on Wednesday night for a “Australia made the World Cup party” we met 2 very handsome men and I struggled to muster a word for many minutes, I may as well been invisible, I’m watching my friend commanding the attention of these 2 guys, I felt they were oblivious to my presence, I’m playing with my gloves, softly smiling waiting for an opportunity interject with something, anything that could possibly interest/entertain them, I just don’t ‘have it’. (Maybe mother dearest is right. I don’t have interests, how can a man find me interesting)
It’s not an isolated affair, I go out with ‘the girls’ quiet regularly, our intentions are to have fun, enjoy each others company, never to ‘pick up’, not me anyway, finding a boyfriend/stumbling across a guy I would like to see more often isn’t on my priority list at the moment.
I admire the confidence my friends exude. JB is not only beautiful, she has this unbelievable eloquent manner that men just are hypnotised. R. will talk to anyone, you point at a guy across the room and a second later she’s there talking away, the guy laughing and introducing her to all his friends. V, wow this girl knows how to work it, the eye contact across the room a cheeky smile and within a few minutes the guy is gravitating towards her. Me, I get the left overs, sorry, ‘the friend’.
Once this ‘friend’ starts talking to me I immediately assume I’m ‘the friend’ of the gal he liked. Where to go from here? 5 getting to know you questions… I still won’t know anything about them after a few time wasting questions, honestly, lately I haven’t wanted to.
It’s been reported twice of late that a guy couldn’t decide which one of two us to go for? For fucks sake, what is that?
I’m starting to feel deflated, disinterested in ‘going out and meeting a guy, having that getting to know you conversation’.
I can go on a date, the interest is already established, usually the guy already knows a bit about me and I of him... I’m great one on one, I enjoy, thrive that witty repartee and I’m an active participant, get me in a group, which well face it, men hunt in packs. Reclusive introvert… I’ve been told on many occasions I come across as aloof, boys, it’s just my guard.
Friday, June 02, 2006
The Supposed Date
Well, I had plans to meet the pleasant health conscious vegetarian last night, I cancelled, I called at 6.30pm and said I wouldn’t be able to make it due to commitments – rude, very rude I know.
I just wasn’t motivated, I felt like crap and even though I dressed with the view of going out after work (after a fashion preview too) I felt I looked crappo.
I made the mistake of telling my mother I had a date, big mistake, huge (very ‘pretty woman’ going shopping). She assumed he canceled and asked me ‘what is it you’re doing wrong? Every time you meet a man and arrange a subsequent date it never eventuates’
What did I do instead of meeting him? I washed my hair – not kidding, really.
I just wasn’t motivated, I felt like crap and even though I dressed with the view of going out after work (after a fashion preview too) I felt I looked crappo.
I made the mistake of telling my mother I had a date, big mistake, huge (very ‘pretty woman’ going shopping). She assumed he canceled and asked me ‘what is it you’re doing wrong? Every time you meet a man and arrange a subsequent date it never eventuates’
What did I do instead of meeting him? I washed my hair – not kidding, really.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
If You Pop that Gum One More Time…
You know how people have these little habits that get you down.
Like Bernie. Bernie like to chew gum.
No, not chew. POP.
So I came home this one day, and I am really irritated, and looking for a little sympathy
and there's Bernie layin' on the couch, drinkin' a beer and chewin'.
No, not chewin'. Poppin'.
So, I said to him, I said, "You pop that gum one more time..."
and he did.
So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots...
...into his head.
He had it coming, he had it coming
He only had himself to blame
If you'd have been there
If you'd have heard it
I betcha you would have dome the same!
"six merry murderesses of Cook County" from Chicago
I am about to snap! I have been subjected to every moron under the sun today, how is it possible these ‘educated’ people can have a phone manner like this? I work with someone that slurps their lunch everyday, it grates on my nerves to the point I’m on the verge of slamming the door shut but afraid my belligerent action would result in the door coming away from the hinges. Today however I must have a short wire…
“Yeah, Nah” which is it? Yes or no you fucking idiot!
“Listen” I had it twice today, it’s the phone, WTF else am I going to do?
“You know what I mean” well yes, I do in fact know what you mean. In future… maybe, just maybe you should try and explain your self better to refrain yourself from using that phrase after every fucking sentence!
“Look” It’s the phone! WTF am I supposed to ‘look’ at?
“Like” Desist in using like after every second word! It is not ‘like’ anything – Oh no, you did not just use like in the correct context then add like. It was like, like! Moron!
Like Bernie. Bernie like to chew gum.
No, not chew. POP.
So I came home this one day, and I am really irritated, and looking for a little sympathy
and there's Bernie layin' on the couch, drinkin' a beer and chewin'.
No, not chewin'. Poppin'.
So, I said to him, I said, "You pop that gum one more time..."
and he did.
So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots...
...into his head.
He had it coming, he had it coming
He only had himself to blame
If you'd have been there
If you'd have heard it
I betcha you would have dome the same!
"six merry murderesses of Cook County" from Chicago
I am about to snap! I have been subjected to every moron under the sun today, how is it possible these ‘educated’ people can have a phone manner like this? I work with someone that slurps their lunch everyday, it grates on my nerves to the point I’m on the verge of slamming the door shut but afraid my belligerent action would result in the door coming away from the hinges. Today however I must have a short wire…
“Yeah, Nah” which is it? Yes or no you fucking idiot!
“Listen” I had it twice today, it’s the phone, WTF else am I going to do?
“You know what I mean” well yes, I do in fact know what you mean. In future… maybe, just maybe you should try and explain your self better to refrain yourself from using that phrase after every fucking sentence!
“Look” It’s the phone! WTF am I supposed to ‘look’ at?
“Like” Desist in using like after every second word! It is not ‘like’ anything – Oh no, you did not just use like in the correct context then add like. It was like, like! Moron!
"... so" At the end of a sentence - am I supposed to wait for something else to be said or.. so, it that it?
"so, yeah" Further to the above, is that a confirmation?
"Nothink and Somethink" It is SOMETHING and NOTHING!
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