Company

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Friday night was the first time I was Company, not knowing too much about the production other than the composer, it’s a musical comedy and David Campbell starring.

In typical Sodheim fashion this production has a high concentration of lyrics, you focus on something on the stage and you’ll wonder why everyone else is laughing.

The opening scene and the following couple of tracks were a little painful, the main character is ‘Bobby’ by 3 minutes into the production I felt like yelling ‘yep, I got it, his name is Bobby’. Bobby is having his 35th birthday and his close friends 5 couples, each couple with a story and all telling Bobby (Robert) why he should or shouldn’t get married. As the story moves forward the better it gets. The play explores the intricacies of relationships, what is takes to maintain a marriage and how people can be happy just being themselves.

There are some really great scenes, a wonderful message and songs that stick in your mind. The cast were spectacular especially Tamsin Carroll, highly impressive.

Here's to the ladies who lunch--
Everybody laugh. Lounging in their caftans and planning a brunch on their own behalf. Off to the gym, then to a fitting, Claiming they're fat. and looking grim, 'Cause they've been sitting choosing a hat. Does anyone still wear a hat?
I'll drink to that.

And here's to the girls who play smart—
Aren't they a gas? Rushing to their classes in optical art, Wishing it would pass. Another long exhausting day, Another thousand dollars, A matinee, a Pinter play, Perhaps a piece of Mahler's.
I'll drink to that. And one for Mahler!

And here's to the girls who play wife—
Aren't they too much? Keeping house but clutching a copy of LIFE, Just to keep in touch. The ones who follow the rules, and meet themselves at the schools, Too busy to know that they're fools. Aren't they a gem?
I'll drink to them! Let's all drink to them!

If you’re into Musical theatre I’d recommended seeing this one. Just make sure you take some tissues for that girl next to you sneezing and coughing away ;-)

Another hundred people just got of the train and came up through the ground, while another hundred people just got off of the bus and are looking around at another hundred people who got off of the plane and are looking at us who got off of the train and the plane and the bus. Maybe yesterday. It's a city of strangers, some come to work, some to play. A city of strangers...

Bye Bye Moto

My mobile phone died earlier this week, Tuesday night to be precise, we’ve had a unique relationship over the last 13 months, I’ve loved, cursed, I’ve squealed with glee, I’ve wanted to throw the phone with anger, frustration… Good times.

I generally dislike mobile phones I continuously declare ‘my phone is for my convenience, not anybody else’s’. Maybe it committed suicide? Couldn't be in my hand any longer. More love to the next one.

Since my phone departed and I lost many many numbers stored on the phone memory; anybody I’ve met in the last 12 months or so and all my recently appointed work contractors… Oh the horror of not being able to contact people by a quick scroll of a key.

I tried almost everything during the week to get the stupid thing to work long enough to extract numbers – oh technology… Oh my poor memory. I got it to work briefly on Thursday, enough time to send a few texts and copy half a dozen numbers.

I found the only satisfying thing about my contact list almost being lost is the wonderful opportunity to update contacts. Int other words - Delete time!

Alladin: I knew an Alladin? Alladin is a name one would assume remembering… Not me

Bouncer / Accountant: Didn’t go anywhere, so his number can go!

Car stalker: kept it, I thought of hitting the delete button.

The Concierge: Well, he’s married now, we haven’t spoken this year – why keep his details?

Donna: Gone. We lost contact a couple years ago when she and our mutual friend’s boyfriend got together. It wasn’t done nicely.

Ex-boyfriends best friend: Why did I have it in the first place?

James – Twin: Yes, that’s how I labelled him. NFI!

Katherine: Where or where did Katherine go?

Michael: There’s only been one Michael in my life and that’s all there’ll ever be. I told Michael he was never allowed to date another N, I’ll extend the same courtesy. If you’re name is Michael ‘do not apply’

The Older Gentleman: No reason to keep it, I have one fond memory of him singing a song he wrote for me - that’s enough… Oh and my first try of Pink Moet. All the important things right?

Sabre Boy: Gone. He wont be forgotten.

Sarah (Alex): Again, this is how I labelled her, no idea.

Soisana: who?

Tivadi: It’s an interstate number, NFI – help?

Zuhal: I didn’t like her, why did I even have her number?

I made one very interesting observation, I have (I had to count, precision a must) 23 overseas numbers. No wonder I feel like I don't have anyone to go out with anymore, everyone's moved away, granted some are family.

Being sick at home and having my contractors calling me, my owners ringing and not recognising the numbers was absolute hell. When I got back to the office on Friday I needed to scan emails to get contact details. Why don’t people include a phone number in the footer? So unnecessarily stressful! I later had one of the fire guys call, I complained mildly that I lost all his contact details and what does he say, 'not good enough I expect to be on your sim card memory' but but but... oh, what difference does it make!

Must get new phone today.

The House-sitting Challenge Update

What is the best way to loose 1.5kg in 3 days? Contract a cold that kills your appetite. I slept till 1.50pm on Wednesday and was back in bed by 6.30pm. Yesterday I had a bowl of oats with dried fruit and not much water. Today so far, bowl of oats and lots of water… I hate being sick! Why now? I’m going to the theatre tonight and I’m going to be one of those people I curse coughing and sneezing through the entire production. But, I can’t miss it!

Week 30

Job Status: Do you ever feel like you’re busy all day but nothing achieved? Another day like that I’ll stay at home and watch movies
Gym workouts: Only once, flu.
Movies watched: The New Guy, The Break Up, The Perfect Catch, Miss Potter
Reading: HARRY POTTER and the Deathly Hollow – borrowed it from a friend
Diet: No cake, a couple of scotch fingers (the original are the best),
Alcohol consumption: Cheap Chinese alcohol, couple glasses of wine and lemon lime and bitters with vodka (in a tall glass) yummo
Song stuck in my mind: funkier than a mosquita's tweeter

Same old thing same old game
You never change
Always rappin 'bout the same same same old thing yeahhhhh

Quote of the Week:

“Nathalie, you’re a treasure”

I have it in writing too :-)
Observation: Why do so many shifty underhanded people succeeded? Why do so many of these people have dealing with businesses in my building?
Money Spent: $20 on Elle McPherson bra x 2
$37 on Leona Edminston nightie, JB bought me one for my birthday last year and I was totally wrapped, to see one with such a drastic reduction I thought 'I’ll treat myself'
$27 on 5 DVD’s

The House-sitting Challenge

I’ve house sat / dog sat on several occasions from a 5 day stint to 5 weeks. Sometimes I get lazy, cooking for one after a long day at work followed by a gym session then walking the dog is just too much so I make a dish that will last for 3 days or so, usually this is a high carb / high fat concentration (lasagna or alike), I come back home and I’ve put on weight. There was that one time at my girlfriends place it was 6kg because her scales were adjusted – heart attack moment (ironically this was at L’s place).

This tenure I wish to accomplish weight loss. I jumped, okay tenderly stepped onto the scales this morning: 61.5kg after brekkie. I went grocery shopping yesterday and purchased all healthy items, fish, salad stuff i.e lettuce and avocado since I don’t care for salad, juice and since I have a sweet tooth I bought fruit n’ spice English muffins (better than chocolate!).

I will continue to go to the gym as per my usual routine to which I didn’t keep last week due to this damn flu, I will walk the dog once a day for at least 20 minutes, I must walk to the bus stop each morning and night which was 8 minutes each way.

Will I get to my target of 58kg? I can hear myself in 2 weeks time ‘muscle weighs more than fat’.

Some “Friends”

I was invited to L’s birthday drinks last night. Since the invitation arrived I’ve created fictitious excuses to avoid going, I’ve also requested a girlfriend to be my date – so mean of me to consider exposing my friend to this array of people. Miss I’m a vegetarian but eat chicken, Miss I run many of Sydney’s best restaurants, and Miss loud finger sucker at dinner table, Mr & Mrs perfect life, Mr & Mrs I’m so fucking wealthy now bow down to me.

Of course I attended, braved the chilly weather, didn’t succumb to my cold. I went with the intention of having a couple of drinks and be back in bed by 9pm. I arrived later than anticipated, searched the venue and greeted L. with some birthday cheer, while we were talking I scowled the room, no one there I want to entertain so much as a 30 second fake conversation, I went to the bar and ordered a cocktail, $17.50 and at least 15 minutes later (the bar was dramatically understaffed) I went back to the designated area. I spoke to L’s husband briefly, when I say briefly it was more displaying a lesson from one of my friends that told me the best conversationalists are ones that has the other person talking constantly so I asked many questions (none returned).

One of L’s uni friends arrives, the only one I care for. Her and her husband are lovely, real people and the only other patrons under the age of 36. L is chatting away, giving the run down on how perfect her life is, it made my skin crawl. Her words exactly ‘my life and my husband have exceeded all my expectations’ – I can’t believe she said that! She then asked C her uni friend whose recently married, they’re happy etc and than she asked me. FFS! I felt the judgmental demeaning sensation flow over me. What do you think; the last 3 years haven’t exactly gone to plan.

I left and was in bed watching a DVD snuggled with I. Once the movie finished he asked me to stay, I may be in that self-destruct mode but there’s no way I’m going there. He joked about bringing out the cuffs, no no no…. I went home and straight into my own bed, well I’m house sitting so it’s kinda my own bed. As of today I still feel a bit crappy despite the grand efforts of one of my girlfriends who called me last night and today.

Alarm Bells

I spoke to my contractor this morning, after an update and status report of current building works, anticipated completion dates and estimates for future work. We then spoke about our weekend plans (blah blah blah) and to my shock, horror, dismay he said ‘if any other guy comes near you I’ll bash them’. WTF is that about? I laughed nervously before telling him phrases like that don’t impress woman… Awkward conversation ensued.

Position Vacant

Further to my recent post and considering the constant relationship evolution with my close girlfriends a position has become available to be Miss N’s friend.

To be the successful applicant you must have the following attributes:

- Residing in Sydney, preferably no more than a 20 minute drive from CBD (although an email relationship with an interesting character would be considered)
- Honest
- Must not be a heavy gambler (a flutter at the races all dolled up is of course acceptable)
- Must have a job or be financially secure (I’m not made of money)
- Ethical
- Well mannered and presentable
- Not a drug taker
- Witty

Preferred characteristics:

- Likes attending any of the following: live bands, dances, opera, musicals etc
- Spontaneous
- Not to be judgmental when I say I like any of the following: Fencing, Earth Wind and Fire (you must know who they are), Harry Potter, high powered sports cars or spending more than a weeks wage on shoes or bag
- Enjoy dinning in a range of venues from a local pub to a 3 hat restaurant
- Love dancing
- Not to drastic in age difference (I’m 28)

Benefits:

- You’ll have a loyal friend and we all know you can never have too many friends
- There’s no long term commitment
- You may never spend another Saturday night cursing all your married, couply or ‘couples with child’ again
- I have a great diverse range of existing friends you may also meet

If any of the above sounds like you, or if you interested in becoming a friend of Miss N’s please submit your CV including your desirable traits and a few interests.

Applications to be submitted either by comment or feel free to email me at natsmirror@gmail.com

Look forward to having a chin wag over a cool beverage soon.

Week 29 2007

Job Status: The CEO and Secretary have moved into the office and the property developer has moved out. Today the CEO gave me lesson in Contract Law – Fucking Wanker! I studied this. Even WORSE he tried telling me the procedure for signing a Lease - I've been in Real Estate for 9 years and licensee of 2 businesses. Fuck Off!
Gym workouts: I took it a bit easy last week, 4 hours (I was late to a couple classes, maybe cut that down a bit)
Movies watched: Something New (something bad)
Reading: Nothing at the moment, I'm torn between picking up Chick Lit or a Napoleonic saga
Diet: Oh… I had, huge piece of cheesecake, a large Oporto meal, chocolate, risotto twice, chocolate, Turkish delight, half a ricotta cheesecake
Alcohol consumption: wine and Vodka and lots of it!
Song stuck in my mind: You Can't Hurry Love – The Supremes, with compliments my night at The Basement.

You cant hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
Its a game of give and take

You cant hurry love
No, you just have to wait
You got to trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes

Quote of the Week: My work colleague comes up to me while I’m at me desk and pokes me in the side of my tummy:

What’s this a Good Year or Dunlop, knowing you it would be a Pirelli

Observation: I’m enjoying updating my little online diary again.
Money Spent: $$$ on one of the best weekends EVER!

Give it to me, baby. Give me that stuff, that funk, that sweet, that funky stuff!

I had one of the best weekends. Fact.

Friday my MD plonked a glass of red wine on my desk, it was approximately 2pm, by close of business there were 4 empty bottles of wine ready for recycling – not bad for a team of 5.

I wandered up to Town Hall to meet my girlfriends for a ‘quite night’. I met a girl I studied fencing with last year, it’s confirmed; the only thing we have in common is fencing. Because it was a Harry Potter movie night I invited one of my only other friends I thought would be interested in seeing the movie, I fell in love with her the first moment I met her.

We had Chinese vegetarian for dinner, Bec and I scrawled through the menu as avid a meat eaters there was a dish described as ‘meat texture and flavouring’ naturally we had to give that one a go hehehe… Next stop hot chocolate to kill some time before the movie – since when did hot chocolate cost $4.35, order and pay at counter plus it was served in a paper cup! Not impressed. I thoroughly enjoyed the latest Harry Potter movie (would’ve been better is we weren’t in the second row. We did get there 25 mins or so early to prevent it).

After the movie was drink’s time. J. my fencing friends and vegetarian admitted she didn’t drink either – I felt she looked at me as a “sex charged alcoholic meat eater” Oh the judgment in her glare. Bec and I went to Three Wise Monkeys, oh my god you need to be drunk in order to appreciate this venue! Cib’s came to pick us up and I think we’ve found a new winter local, we were on big leather seats next to an open fire drinking wine (I was) chatting away, shame the venue closed so soon.

My Saturday’s have become a routine, I get up at a nice hour, a little sleep in and of to the gym at 10 for a 2 hour sweat-fest, home, shower etc and meet a friend for lunch. This is what Saturday’s are all about, after lunch a little browse in a second handbook shop, look in a vintage clothing store, antic furniture shop and its all done to be home approximately 4pm for a relax in front of the TV before heading out for a night on the town (all the better if I can fit in a cat-nap).

The night on the town… I was dying to go to The Basement. It was a tribute to Motown music, any one that knows me is fully aware of my music taste – this venue, this music – quintessential N. My girlfriend that I’d arranged to go with pulled out last minute (no surprise there and no more invitations to her) I went through my little phone and started text messaging away ‘anyone interested’ ‘anyone free’ I was feeling so disheartened, I only know one person who would be into it 100% but it’s not a cheap night and he was working…. I was upset, started complaining that I need new friends. 2 of my newest (and the best) buddies decided to come out with me *happy dance* we started for a cheap eat at Jacksons on George, this is the first time I’ve been there sober (and early) not as skeazy as I remember. Then off to hear the beats of Motown.

The Basement was pumping, the crown fantastic I love the demographics of this joint. We were dancing to all the classics, there were a few patrons at the front of the stage ‘doing the Grape Vine’ and new most of the dance sequences to most of the songs. Such a good night, the venue closed earlier than we expected, the desire to continue partying was there, but as D. said ‘why ruin a good night’ (poor thing called me 10 minutes after I got home and she was locked out of her new apartment).

Sunday morning I was up again at the gym bright and early (early for a Sunday morning). Did the same as Saturday, rush home shower, house work and met H. for lunch, wow did time fly, we met at 1pm and then they were closing up (4pm) approached so fast. She was tempted to come shopping with me, but all I wanted was another pair of warm wooly PJ’s, to my dismay they couldn’t be found however I did bump into my sister shopping… I went home slouched on the lounge, content with a fantastic weekend. Today I look at my purse and I can not believe how much money I spent!

Gossip and Scandals

I regret on some level, not going back to his room. How often does a Sydney girl have an opportunity like that?

When will I next have an opportunity to live out my fantasy?

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Why is it when a friend of a platonic male friend asks you about you're friendship with said person, the typical female brain goes spinning?

You serious. I never thought about it.

No, you're mistaken, he likes....

Ah, he's mates drunk. Has no idea. We're just friends.

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On Wednesday morning I had an appointment with one of the building contractors, we've been flirting insistently over the last couple of months.

We went into the Main Switch Room of the building, (work related) before I knew it I was pushed up against the wall kissing madly, leg raised alighted with his hips, hands gliding all over each others bodies... all over. His cut abs, pecks huge, arms would be size of my thighs, cock hard, lips soft, stubble rough.

He blew all over the wall, we laughed, joked what would people think if they saw us coming out... My tenants did. But, hey I'm always in facilities rooms with men.

He's called several times for work and reminiscing our wild encounter on the clock.

To think I said I'd never be involved with a personal trainer. Ha! This guy trains one of Australia's most successful and infamous sports stars. Rules were meant to be broken.

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A Friday night mid-June I was having a quite drink with a girlfriend and invited Mr J. to join, I hadn't seen him for a week and a catch up over a drink was overdue. He came, he got the okay from my girlfriend.

The night was progressing quickly and we were in need of nourishment. He mentioned dinner and his sister was out and about that night - ohhhh meeting the family.

We arrived at the cafe'. His mother and 2 sisters were there.

His family had spent the previous 2 hours at a yoga class by candle light. I had spent the previous 3 hours guzzling red wine.

Not the first impression I was hoping to display.

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On my way home from work yesterday I caught the train at Town Hall station as usual. I saw a man, my tummy flipped, he was tall, well built, handsome.

My tummy flipped, he looked familiar. I know that hair, I know that physique, that jacket tweaked a familiarity.

I'm 90% certain it was Sabre Boy. One year on and I can't guarantee I remember a man I had a month long romance...

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My current crush* sent me an email last week / or was it 2 weeks ago. The email addressed:

Dear Miss N,

I freaked out! This is a work associate. A guy I have a crush on - imagine what's going through my mind... he's read my blog!

The horror

We met for a lovely lunch, just shy of 2 hours.

He's nice. I like him.

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A couple of weeks back when out with the girls Mr J. joined us and he'd had a but to drink and I had my car parked out the front so I was counting drinks... We talked, I floated between the two groups I was with for the night chatting, drinking and dancing.

As the night turned to the early hours of the morning I was slowly sobering up in the preparation for getting behind the wheel, he asked me to go home with him.

I said no.

Partially because we hadn't even groped like teenagers, considering we had 'dated' for 2 months I like a little more action. More so: he was drunk, I was not and I was between waxes.

I haven't heard from him since....

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As anticipated the gorgeous guy I spent the night with over Queens Birthday Long Weekend never called. On the night he asked for my number 3 times, I said why don't we just call this what it is a night thing.

I hate giving my number out! I loose control of the situation and develop expectations.

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I was supposed to go out with the fire contractors again last Friday night, one pulled out due to being at a seminar all week and living in Woolongong the drive home would be unbearable. So, it was just me and the the area manager. We went to Double Bay, the city was too busy - took 22 minutes to go one block and my parking space was taken by some stray Mo' Fo'! Grrr....

We went to the nice laid back pub, sat in the rear room on the big compfy lounges, a couple bottles of wine and a much needed meal he said 'you always take me to expensive places'. Well, my retort "no mister, this is where I live, this is my lifestyle and take this evening as a prime example to why I didn't take up *your* job offer. I just couldn't afford to live" hehehe...

He drove me home and went in for the kiss.

"And you really think I'd work for you if we went down that path?" Cheeky smile "Thanks for a great night. Byeeeee"

Jumped out faster than you could say 'sweet dreams'.

I was drunk.

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I went out to dinner with I. on Monday night, I spent most of the night peering over his shoulder perving at a few cute US sailors on their last night in Sydney.

He confessed, he's never had a 'real relationship'. He's dated a few girls for 4-6 week intervals, then it drops off.

He's 33.

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When I went out with Mr J. a few weeks back I introduced him to a few of my former work colleagues, I. was there also, I never let on that I and I dated (2 dates, first one was to an engagement because I didn't want to go alone. Number 2, I didn't think anything of the 'coffee') Apparently I broke his heart when I hooked up with one of the tenants on the building I was working at 2 years ago... My first kiss with a cute navy boy.

Well, on Saturday night while I was at the Pimps and Hoe's Party** Mr J. saw I. out at the Cross (yes, I did get in trouble for not calling I. while I was out in his 'hood' But I was enjoying another uniform. Mr J. asked if I. could help his friend out - WTF? I haven't heard from this guy in a couple of weeks and now he tracks down *my* friend to seek assistance. Oh well, I. was attending to a stab victim thus didn't have time.

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My sisters ex-partner is back in Sydney after being MIA for 2 years. Life has been strenuous since his reappearance. My nephew has started rebelling, my sister is about to fall back into the same old routine.

Sometimes I just wish he would rot in a jail cell.

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* Yes, I have one crush - out of all the men I've mentioned here, he's the only one I'm interested in
** My girlfriend told me yesterday she thought the theme was relevant considering my gallivanting of late

Sexy Man #1

After my post last week about the woman my ex boyfriends have liked and the constant omission of men I find gorgeous on my deal breakers. I’ve been asked my opinion on the sexiest men; the men that press my buttons (cute Navy boys exempt because hey, you all know that by now). I’m overcome by the sexiness of it! I love men; there's a true deep appreciation of exemplary examples of the male species. ..

My number one ultimate sexy man is Marlon Brando. I developed my crush on Brando back in his day, the movie was Guys and Dolls, Sky Masterson. He was a man... The suit, the hat, the way he spoke, the bad boy - I love it. Luck me a lady tonight..... *Dreams*

I think he is the most handsome man, such character in his face. What a body. The way he wears clothes, let it be a sweaty T-shirt "A Streetcar Named Desire" or an immaculately appointed suit "Guys and Dolls". Just gorgeous. Men don’t present themselves like that any more.

* Please refrain from comments on Brando’s later appearances.

So FAR Away

You would think my perception would be different as I attending school there. Could Old South Head Road feel any longer?

I went over to a girlfriends house for dinner last night, the sandstone house it amazing! The kitchen and informal dinning area is larger than my unit and the view oh the view, sitting having dinner watching the Harbour Bridge... *dreams*

Her hospitality is impressive, a 3 course meal for 4 wine and lots of girl chat.

The best part of the night? Watching Prison Break finale in the ‘TV Room’ on the biggest screen, it felt like I was in the front row of a movie cinema and Wentworth Miller was life size!

The drive home was hard… Anything past that light house should require a passport! How did I do it everyday on the bus for 5 ½ years?

Week 28 - 2007

Job Status: I’ve been in the WORST mood for the last couple of days. If a principle makes a decision STICK TO IT!!!
Gym workouts: 7 hours of sweaty goodness, resulted in being in pain Monday night
Movies watched: Just My Luck –unbearable, the first 2 episodes of season 4 Entourage
Reading: Rereading my highlighted (dog eared) sections of The City of Falling Angles
Diet: Eating rather well, still need to lift my fruit intake
Alcohol consumption: half a bottle of red here and there – does that count if it’s sharing half a bottle of wine and we get through two over the one meal?
Song stuck in my mind: summer of '69 – Bryan Adams
Quote of the Week:

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end

Random Observation: Why do so many women wear open toe shoes in winter? Further, why do woman think it’s a good fashion statement to wear stockings with open toe shoes?
Money Spent:
$$$ on car registration (I hate that time of year)
$32.90 on 2 skirts, 1 was for the pimps and hoes party on Saturday night

emails

10:00 from Director
Do you want to have drinks after work tonight with me and R? Let me know if you are available.

10:10 from me
I have plans tonight. Thanks.

12:12 from CEO (R)
I had planned to discuss a few items this afternoon in the office but I understand that you have other commitments. This not a problem however I would like to broach these subjects now.

... then went into a fucking essay.

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You know what I say? How fucking presumptuous that I'd be 'free' on a Friday night and that I'd *want* to have drinks with them!

FUCK OFF!

Now hand me a Vodka

7000!

I think the next 5 days should be declared a holiday for every single woman in Sydney.

I LOVE SYDNEY BECAUSE...

+ You can make over $100,000 per year and still can't afford a house.
+ You never bother looking at the train timetable because you know the drivers have never seen it either.
+ You order organic fruit and vegetables online, but eat out every night anyway.
+ You spend more money on your coffee machine than on your washing machine.
+ You spend $400+ per week for your room in an apartment with stunning harbour and beach views and European appliances; and spend a total of forty hours a week there, of which thirty-seven are spent sleeping.
+ You contemplate calling a taxi from your home to where you managed to park your car the night before.
+ You spend thirty minutes in a traffic jam next to a car that has more power going to its speakers than its wheels.
+ You know everyone's e-mail and mobile number but not their last name or home address.
+ You can roll sushi, make pasta and keep your red curry paste recipe under lock and key... but couldn't roast a chicken to save your life.
+ Your taxi driver was a micro-surgeon before he immigrated to Australia.
+ Your co-worker tells you he/she has eight-body piercing but none are visible.
+ You can't remember... is dope illegal?
+ You've been to more than one baby shower that has two mothers and a sperm donor.
+ You have a very strong opinion on where your coffee beans are grown, and can taste the difference between Sumatran and Ethiopian.
+ A really great parking space can move you to tears.
+ You are thinking of taking an adult class but you can't decide between yoga, conversational Italian or building your own website.
+ A man in full leather regalia and crotch less chaps gets on the bus and you don't notice.
+ You are genuinely surprised when you meet someone who was actually born in Sydney.
+ Your hairdresser is straight; your plumber is gay, and your Avon lady is a drag queen.

Week 26 (I'm assuming as it's mid year)

Job Status: Not impressed. My authority undermined twice
Gym workouts: 5 hours of sweaty goodness
Movies watched: The Sunday double feature at The Chauvel with Cibby: A Streetcar Named Desire and East of Eden
Reading: Nothing
Diet: Not much
Alcohol consumption: Just enough
Song stuck in my mind: Midnight Train to Georgia by Gladys Knight

I'd rather live in his world
Than live without him in mine

Quote of the Week:

A man needs to be drunk in order to have sex with me…

Random Observation: When 3 men that don’t know each other give negative opinions about one of your girl friends it’s time to look at her without the rose coloured glasses…
Money Spent:
$1,500.00 approx on my holiday
$98.00 on Saturday lunch
$55.85 on kitchen stuff
$58.97 on entertainment at JB HiFi

The Best Weekend!

Friday afternoon i escaped work around 4.30pm, not too shabby considering I had a 7:00am kick off, a 1 hour meting with a contractor over coffee followed by a 2 hour lunch with my current crush at The Slip Inn.

On my slow walk through the city I bumped into my Aunt who I haven't seen or spoken to for over 2 months due to a rift between her and my mum.

I met Cibby, Bec and Stephen for dinner, Korean food. I've never had Korean before, very tasty! An after dinner drink was a must, we went to a dodge pub with bogans, lasted one drink before heading to Equilibrium Hotel.

Saturday back to my routine of 2 hour gym class in the morning, then a 3 hour lunch with mum at Bondi Trat, lovely food, beautiful view over Bondi Beach but a little heavy on the price. I was home in enough time to fit in a late afternoon doze in front of the telly.

Saturday night at The Sheaf, it was PACKED! Seriously could. not. move through the crowd. It was A Traffic Light party - damn themed parties are driving me nuts! Red means, not interested, amber means maybe and green is all go ahead. I had totally forgotten the night had a dress code however I wore beige with dusty orange top, green eye make up and a red jacket. So typical female to send mixed signals.

The music was awesome, great funky beats, I was on the dance floor with C, I've FINALLY found a dancing girlfriend! YAY! My feet were sore but I soldered on, the music running through my body, I danced till close...

Sunday 9.30 gym class (ouch) followed by another long lunch at my wonderful friend D's new apartment, not too new she settled a month ago and Sunday was her house warming lunch, wow! What a place, views all out to Middle Harbour and typically my girlfriend and I lent over the balcony (almost falling over) to see the Big Bad Bridge.. Time just flew! I had to run to meet Cibby and Bec for the double feature at The Chauvel.

The BEST weekend