• I keep having these wonderful sensual erotic dreams that never ever end satisfactorily. Something always comes up, and it’s always something unfun and mundane, so I don’t get to get off.
• For my birthday my body gave me a period, early and painful [still, I was in a drugged haze for about two days so not all bad]. Nothing says hate like poorly timed menstruation.
• My liver seems to be malfunctioning which makes an absolute mockery of my desire to drink away my sorrows and being all ouchy-ouch-ouch and shit. This also means I’m having the most ridiculous hangovers. Honestly, I didn’t drink that much.
• There was something else but I’ve forgotten it. Maybe forgetting is the something? Life’s great mysteries, blah.
Attention!! Addendum!! I remember what the other thing was, it’s not my memory though that’s irritating, it’s that I discovered my first grey [by which I mean snow fucking white] hair last Friday. I ripped the fucker out and am investigating better and more regular colouration. Fuck, grey hair! I feel like a nanna. It was quite long too and did I mention snowy white? White? White! After the initial shock I figured that if I go grey/white quickly then I’ll die the fuckers platinum blonde and NEVER act serious again! Take that aging!
And as a little something extra, is anyone else a bit weirded by the fact that Jarvis Cocker, yes, that Jarvis Cocker, has had an album out for over a week and I don't own it yet? The stars, oh the stars, they must be out of alignment!
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Staruady
I was in the city today remembering what exactly it is I dislike about going places on the weekend [the short answer is tourists who wander like lost sheep] and seeing some movies. There’s been a Pedro Almodovar movie fest going on at Dendy and, with fond memories of SBS and late nights, I’ve gone along to have a bit of a gorge. Between flicks, having decided that I could not do three films in one afternoon/evening, I wandered past a Toaster in pursuit of a patch of grass upon which to rest my weary bones. Those familiar with the geography of Sydney harbour will not be surprised when I mention that I walked through the forecourt of a very famous building, a building I heard described as ‘that place where they’re setting up for Idol, the Opera House’
Friday, November 24, 2006
Oh Cecilia
Hi god, it's me....oh wait, wrong box. I've just stopped in to say hi and, you know, do something to make my stats look better [ie, Pretend like I've written a proper post, reel you in, and leave you wondering where you took a wrong turning, or where I took a wrong turning, or something. Look, it's late, go away.] and stuff. Anyone else like doing stuff? It's becoming obvious that I've naught to say but am persisting with it, isn't it? Too many questions. I should stop that, shouldn't I?
Really, not much going on. Life plods. You'll be happy to know that I sulked all day Tuesday because my cunty boss made me work my birthday when they didn't really need me. I also did next to nothing. That'll learn her, oh yeah. It didn't really get any more exciting than that either.
Other than that, um, no, really nothing. I've got Cecilia stuck in my head and am afraid that I may or may not have been going around humming it. Possibly singing it. Possibly accidentally singing it on King Street on a Wednesday night and nearly frightening a rather short young man who actually proved to be a rather short young woman.
....Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia/Up in my bedroom....
That could get me in a lot of trouble.
Really, not much going on. Life plods. You'll be happy to know that I sulked all day Tuesday because my cunty boss made me work my birthday when they didn't really need me. I also did next to nothing. That'll learn her, oh yeah. It didn't really get any more exciting than that either.
Other than that, um, no, really nothing. I've got Cecilia stuck in my head and am afraid that I may or may not have been going around humming it. Possibly singing it. Possibly accidentally singing it on King Street on a Wednesday night and nearly frightening a rather short young man who actually proved to be a rather short young woman.
....Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia/Up in my bedroom....
That could get me in a lot of trouble.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Some meme thing I stole from Enny.
1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
Ugh. And then, double ugh, I look like a freakin’ egg from the side, one with a wobbly belly. So very wrong.
2. How much cash do you have on you?
$135 and bits.
3. What’s a word that rhymes with “DOOR?”
Sore.
4. Favorite planet?
This one. I’m dead gone on it.
5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile phone?
Rhiannon.
6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?
I only use one and it’s a good old-fashioned bring bring.
7. What shirt are you wearing?
Grey thing that emphasises my boobies and, alas, the jellied mass of belly beneath.
8. Do you “label” yourself?
Is ‘dumbarse’ a label?
9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing?
I’m in socks just now.
10. Bright or Dark Room?
Dark to sleep in, bright to do in.
11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?
I think Enny’s way more together than I’ll ever be. An interesting wee thing.
12. What does your watch look like?
I don’t own a watch.
13. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Eating dinner and watching Jericho.
14. What did the last text message you received on your mobile say?
‘What ho, old thing! Any word on the job front?’
15. Where is your nearest 7-11?
There’s one up the road, I think – the road opposite Edgeware road.
16. What’s a word that you say a lot?
Fuck.
17. Who told you he/she loved you last?
My mother.
18. Last furry thing you touched?
My lovely soft-brown-fake-fur-throw-rug-thing.
19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?
None. How fucking pathetic.
20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?
I don’t own a camera so I don’t take photographs so I don’t use any film so I don’t have any film to be developed.
21. Favorite age you have been so far?
They’ve all been a bit fraught.
22. Your worst enemy?
Myself.
23. What is your current desktop picture?
Moon over a desert.
24. What was the last thing you said to someone?
“You too.”
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?
Money please. Flying would be super awesome but I’m too broke to say no to a million.
26. Do you like someone?
I’m too conflicted answer that.
27. The last song you listened to?
‘Touch me’, The Doors.
28. What time of day were you born?
7.45a.m. – It’s no wonder I’ve never much liked mornings.
29. Whats your favorite number?
Twenty-one.
30. Where did you live in 1987?
Shitsville.
31. Are you jealous of anyone?
Oh, everyone.
32. Is anyone jealous of you?
Not that I’m aware of.
33. Where were you when 9/11 happened?
I was lying in bed, sick, waiting for Star Trek to come on TV. The bed was in my room in a share house near Sydney Uni. A few minutes later I was in the kitchen making tea and chatting to a housemate about it – we thought it was an accident, that’s how early our coverage was.
34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
Get cranky and smack them.
35. Do you consider yourself kind?
Honestly, no. It’s a virtue I’d like to have but it’s a bitch of one to cultivate as you’re aware of your own hypocrisy.
36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?
Somewhere secret and hidden. I’m a bit off tattoos at the moment. Very boring.
37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?
I’d like Spanish. I have no real reason for this, I just like the idea of it.
38. Would you move for the person you loved?
That depends. I wouldn’t move to such charmingly named places as Tumut or Murgon…probably not anyway…
39. Are you touchy feely?
No, people touching me makes me tense. Especially if they’re strangers.
40. What’s your life motto?
What. The. Fuck.
41. Name three things that you have on you at all times?
I’m not big on artificial enhancements. When I sleep the only thing is my nose ring because it’s a bugger to take out. If I’m awake then it’s my garnet ring, my glasses, and my nose ring.
42. What’s your favourite town/city?
I love my Sydney.
43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?
Pizza.
44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?
I wrote a letter in a card a few weeks back – just to catch up with an old friend.
45. Can you change the oil on a car?
That sounds dirty. I don’t like to get my hands dirty.
46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?
That my bitch ex-housemate was working with a uni friend of his.
47. How far back do you know about your ancestry?
Someone nicked a shawl…hello Australia!
48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy?
I don’t dress fancy.
49. Does anything hurt on your body right now?
My neck does from hunching over.
50. Have you been burned by love?
Burned by love? No, usually I’m burned by witchcraft and matches.
Ugh. And then, double ugh, I look like a freakin’ egg from the side, one with a wobbly belly. So very wrong.
2. How much cash do you have on you?
$135 and bits.
3. What’s a word that rhymes with “DOOR?”
Sore.
4. Favorite planet?
This one. I’m dead gone on it.
5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile phone?
Rhiannon.
6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?
I only use one and it’s a good old-fashioned bring bring.
7. What shirt are you wearing?
Grey thing that emphasises my boobies and, alas, the jellied mass of belly beneath.
8. Do you “label” yourself?
Is ‘dumbarse’ a label?
9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing?
I’m in socks just now.
10. Bright or Dark Room?
Dark to sleep in, bright to do in.
11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?
I think Enny’s way more together than I’ll ever be. An interesting wee thing.
12. What does your watch look like?
I don’t own a watch.
13. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Eating dinner and watching Jericho.
14. What did the last text message you received on your mobile say?
‘What ho, old thing! Any word on the job front?’
15. Where is your nearest 7-11?
There’s one up the road, I think – the road opposite Edgeware road.
16. What’s a word that you say a lot?
Fuck.
17. Who told you he/she loved you last?
My mother.
18. Last furry thing you touched?
My lovely soft-brown-fake-fur-throw-rug-thing.
19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?
None. How fucking pathetic.
20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?
I don’t own a camera so I don’t take photographs so I don’t use any film so I don’t have any film to be developed.
21. Favorite age you have been so far?
They’ve all been a bit fraught.
22. Your worst enemy?
Myself.
23. What is your current desktop picture?
Moon over a desert.
24. What was the last thing you said to someone?
“You too.”
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?
Money please. Flying would be super awesome but I’m too broke to say no to a million.
26. Do you like someone?
I’m too conflicted answer that.
27. The last song you listened to?
‘Touch me’, The Doors.
28. What time of day were you born?
7.45a.m. – It’s no wonder I’ve never much liked mornings.
29. Whats your favorite number?
Twenty-one.
30. Where did you live in 1987?
Shitsville.
31. Are you jealous of anyone?
Oh, everyone.
32. Is anyone jealous of you?
Not that I’m aware of.
33. Where were you when 9/11 happened?
I was lying in bed, sick, waiting for Star Trek to come on TV. The bed was in my room in a share house near Sydney Uni. A few minutes later I was in the kitchen making tea and chatting to a housemate about it – we thought it was an accident, that’s how early our coverage was.
34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
Get cranky and smack them.
35. Do you consider yourself kind?
Honestly, no. It’s a virtue I’d like to have but it’s a bitch of one to cultivate as you’re aware of your own hypocrisy.
36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?
Somewhere secret and hidden. I’m a bit off tattoos at the moment. Very boring.
37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?
I’d like Spanish. I have no real reason for this, I just like the idea of it.
38. Would you move for the person you loved?
That depends. I wouldn’t move to such charmingly named places as Tumut or Murgon…probably not anyway…
39. Are you touchy feely?
No, people touching me makes me tense. Especially if they’re strangers.
40. What’s your life motto?
What. The. Fuck.
41. Name three things that you have on you at all times?
I’m not big on artificial enhancements. When I sleep the only thing is my nose ring because it’s a bugger to take out. If I’m awake then it’s my garnet ring, my glasses, and my nose ring.
42. What’s your favourite town/city?
I love my Sydney.
43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?
Pizza.
44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?
I wrote a letter in a card a few weeks back – just to catch up with an old friend.
45. Can you change the oil on a car?
That sounds dirty. I don’t like to get my hands dirty.
46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?
That my bitch ex-housemate was working with a uni friend of his.
47. How far back do you know about your ancestry?
Someone nicked a shawl…hello Australia!
48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy?
I don’t dress fancy.
49. Does anything hurt on your body right now?
My neck does from hunching over.
50. Have you been burned by love?
Burned by love? No, usually I’m burned by witchcraft and matches.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Officially wetting my pants now.
I have a job interview tomorrow morning. I still have to rescue my clothes from the washing machine, wash my hair, and pluck my eyebrows. I also have to sort out a foreign train timetable and, somehow, stop freaking out. I have only just printed off my cv (in a nice shade of grey as the black isn’t working)(oops) and organised my academic transcript and referees and so forth. I think maybe I should have done all that before I applied for anything.
I’m having some truly awful nerves and haven’t managed to read up on the company, or rather their product, as I’d like to. I’ve also had my mum here all weekend and haven’t had enough sleep…
I don’t really like job interviews – they always make me feel like a prat.
Mantra: I am worthy, I rock, I am a smart little cookie, I can freakin’ well do this and do it well!
I’m having some truly awful nerves and haven’t managed to read up on the company, or rather their product, as I’d like to. I’ve also had my mum here all weekend and haven’t had enough sleep…
I don’t really like job interviews – they always make me feel like a prat.
Mantra: I am worthy, I rock, I am a smart little cookie, I can freakin’ well do this and do it well!
Saturday, November 04, 2006
A cup of tea, a bex, and a good lie down.
It’s been quite a long day, so much so that I had to have a late afternoon/early evening nap.
I don’t normally write about my days, finding them fairly boring blog fodder, but I’m bored now and slightly grumpy as I wait for my tea to seep and am being forced, by a kind neighbour, to listen to The Gambler. So I figured, why not?
It was a very early day for me because, apparently, the environment can’t wait for the afternoon – I say, it’s waited this long so a comfortable sleep in should be the accepted norm, apparently not. So now my poor wee feet hurt from my crap shoes and my back aches from standing on hard ground for forever. I have tramped ground today, and made fun of my comrades, and, as I so rarely do, entered into the bonhomie of the day [making fun of aged hippies, and Gucci’d ladies-who-lunch excepted]. I also developed a slight ear-ache from the unlovely politician fellow who needs microphone lessons. Later, oh so much later in the day I developed a headache the like of which I’ve rarely had before – it lingers a little on the right side. Anyway, the walk went off damply and with limited hitches and ended, eventually, and we departed.
There is a slight confusion of feeling when one participates in a mass event which deviates from one’s normal Saturday and neglects all usual activities. We were, you might say, at a loose end and upon coffee-ing in Enmore I felt that the day was perfect only for going to the flicks. We arrived at Dendy ten minutes in the red to see Little Miss Sunshine – damn them for starting on time and damn me for being used to a full half hour of ads before the main event. I can’t recall the last time I laughed until the tears were rolling down my face with a roomful of people doing the exact thing. The dance scene, oh my, the dance scene! I will buy this on DVD just for that scene.
See how dull I write my days? You can see why I don’t normally do it and why I solemnly swear that I won’t do it again [all promises I make are, of course, to be taken with a grain of salt as I rarely remember them from one day to the next – internet records not withstanding].
Oh gods, it’s turned into a regular Kenny Rogers fest here, so remember, Ruby, don’t take your love to town.
I don’t normally write about my days, finding them fairly boring blog fodder, but I’m bored now and slightly grumpy as I wait for my tea to seep and am being forced, by a kind neighbour, to listen to The Gambler. So I figured, why not?
It was a very early day for me because, apparently, the environment can’t wait for the afternoon – I say, it’s waited this long so a comfortable sleep in should be the accepted norm, apparently not. So now my poor wee feet hurt from my crap shoes and my back aches from standing on hard ground for forever. I have tramped ground today, and made fun of my comrades, and, as I so rarely do, entered into the bonhomie of the day [making fun of aged hippies, and Gucci’d ladies-who-lunch excepted]. I also developed a slight ear-ache from the unlovely politician fellow who needs microphone lessons. Later, oh so much later in the day I developed a headache the like of which I’ve rarely had before – it lingers a little on the right side. Anyway, the walk went off damply and with limited hitches and ended, eventually, and we departed.
There is a slight confusion of feeling when one participates in a mass event which deviates from one’s normal Saturday and neglects all usual activities. We were, you might say, at a loose end and upon coffee-ing in Enmore I felt that the day was perfect only for going to the flicks. We arrived at Dendy ten minutes in the red to see Little Miss Sunshine – damn them for starting on time and damn me for being used to a full half hour of ads before the main event. I can’t recall the last time I laughed until the tears were rolling down my face with a roomful of people doing the exact thing. The dance scene, oh my, the dance scene! I will buy this on DVD just for that scene.
See how dull I write my days? You can see why I don’t normally do it and why I solemnly swear that I won’t do it again [all promises I make are, of course, to be taken with a grain of salt as I rarely remember them from one day to the next – internet records not withstanding].
Oh gods, it’s turned into a regular Kenny Rogers fest here, so remember, Ruby, don’t take your love to town.
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