I'm feeling indifferent to many things today, my client, my faux beau, my work and my blog. Let them eat cake or listen to music.....
Thursday, 28 February 2008
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Dancing
I'm trying to break the barrier to my hundredth post. But of course writing about that is wasting writing space and sort of cheating.
The last week has been ......like entering the twilight zone, which seems to frequent my house on a regular basis. I enter my home and my whole perspective of the world can be adjusted within hours. I think too much. I navel gaze on a daily basis. My interior world is like a city with a million people.
Some days I feel like I have multiple personalities, I feel bi-polar. Maybe I am? I woke this morning to a tiny problem, but spent 20 minutes crying......yep, crying. Then I talk to a friend and manage to pull myself together.
Well, enough to head out to Bootcamp and teach a class of kids that are heading off the rails how to manage their money.....I think they could have done with a anger management class, self-respect class and communication class, hopefully someone else is looking after those human qualities....hopefully.
I slept from 6pm to 8pm, because I felt drained. I needed to sleep away some of the blues.
If I had a friend behaving like myself I would drag them into my car and take them to the beach and throw them in the water. Did I do that to myself? No, but I'm going to take a shower, does that count?
Its my daughters 21st birthday tomorrow. Hard to believe that she is 21 and that I gave birth to her all those years ago. I don't feel that much older. I actually gave birth to her at Manly Hospital, Sydney, Australia. Along time ago, when I had plans to travel the world and everything was fresh and new to my eyes. I didn't mean to have a child, it sort of just slipped...hahaha. Anyway, when she was 6 months old we moved back to NZ, I had proved my point that I could cope and give birth away from my family....we lived in clean poverty :) One sofa, a bed, one bedside cabinet and a fridge. Less cleaning thats for sure.
I've come along way since then, bought into the whole material culture, every gadget known to man and some not known to man :) Worked my way up ladders and back down them again. Bought and sold houses, traded on their equity, trading myself out.
Moved into new circles and discovered old circles.
Just a wee giggle at the end, because we gotta laugh.
I went to a party on Saturday night, a birthday party for a gypsy woman. What my friend failed to mention was that clothes were optional.
There was a funny vibe to this party and I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I knew the greeting hugs were going on for just a smidge too long.
A woman in her 50s sat next to me and asked if I was part of the 'gathering'. When I asked what the gathering was she replied that they were a group of people who were almost tribal, started 20 odd yrs ago and loved each other.....I'm thinking, oh yeah, ok, ummm sure, why not?
But now, thinking back, I think that little old lady wanted to show me some love.
My friend and I were hanging in the music room, the one with the black light and the stereo, nothing else. A woman in her 40s comes in and asks if we mind that she changes the music. No worries. So she changes the music and then she starts doing that free flow dancing, almost kicking my glass out of hand, not missing a beat, leaping across the room, gyrating and becoming one with the floorboards.
I start to laugh, cos I think that shit is funny. Especially when she is missing us by millimetres with her flailing limbs. Some guys come in take their shoes off and I'm thinking, shit, these people take their dancing seriously. Before you know it, the clothes are coming off too and the 'dancer' is being danced in a few ways known only in the bedroom. I take this as my cue to leave, just because I'm a big old prude that isn't down with swinging with strangers :)
I have to cross my legs as I step out of the room cos I'm laughing so hard.
My friend forgot to mention that the party was 'clothing optional' because a) I might not attend b) I might not attend and c) I might not attend.
I did attend and I didn't get my gear off, but I WAS entertained. Thank you free people.
I've danced all over this post so I better publish it, so that other non-humans can make sense of it.
H2
The last week has been ......like entering the twilight zone, which seems to frequent my house on a regular basis. I enter my home and my whole perspective of the world can be adjusted within hours. I think too much. I navel gaze on a daily basis. My interior world is like a city with a million people.
Some days I feel like I have multiple personalities, I feel bi-polar. Maybe I am? I woke this morning to a tiny problem, but spent 20 minutes crying......yep, crying. Then I talk to a friend and manage to pull myself together.
Well, enough to head out to Bootcamp and teach a class of kids that are heading off the rails how to manage their money.....I think they could have done with a anger management class, self-respect class and communication class, hopefully someone else is looking after those human qualities....hopefully.
I slept from 6pm to 8pm, because I felt drained. I needed to sleep away some of the blues.
If I had a friend behaving like myself I would drag them into my car and take them to the beach and throw them in the water. Did I do that to myself? No, but I'm going to take a shower, does that count?
Its my daughters 21st birthday tomorrow. Hard to believe that she is 21 and that I gave birth to her all those years ago. I don't feel that much older. I actually gave birth to her at Manly Hospital, Sydney, Australia. Along time ago, when I had plans to travel the world and everything was fresh and new to my eyes. I didn't mean to have a child, it sort of just slipped...hahaha. Anyway, when she was 6 months old we moved back to NZ, I had proved my point that I could cope and give birth away from my family....we lived in clean poverty :) One sofa, a bed, one bedside cabinet and a fridge. Less cleaning thats for sure.
I've come along way since then, bought into the whole material culture, every gadget known to man and some not known to man :) Worked my way up ladders and back down them again. Bought and sold houses, traded on their equity, trading myself out.
Moved into new circles and discovered old circles.
Just a wee giggle at the end, because we gotta laugh.
I went to a party on Saturday night, a birthday party for a gypsy woman. What my friend failed to mention was that clothes were optional.
There was a funny vibe to this party and I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I knew the greeting hugs were going on for just a smidge too long.
A woman in her 50s sat next to me and asked if I was part of the 'gathering'. When I asked what the gathering was she replied that they were a group of people who were almost tribal, started 20 odd yrs ago and loved each other.....I'm thinking, oh yeah, ok, ummm sure, why not?
But now, thinking back, I think that little old lady wanted to show me some love.
My friend and I were hanging in the music room, the one with the black light and the stereo, nothing else. A woman in her 40s comes in and asks if we mind that she changes the music. No worries. So she changes the music and then she starts doing that free flow dancing, almost kicking my glass out of hand, not missing a beat, leaping across the room, gyrating and becoming one with the floorboards.
I start to laugh, cos I think that shit is funny. Especially when she is missing us by millimetres with her flailing limbs. Some guys come in take their shoes off and I'm thinking, shit, these people take their dancing seriously. Before you know it, the clothes are coming off too and the 'dancer' is being danced in a few ways known only in the bedroom. I take this as my cue to leave, just because I'm a big old prude that isn't down with swinging with strangers :)
I have to cross my legs as I step out of the room cos I'm laughing so hard.
My friend forgot to mention that the party was 'clothing optional' because a) I might not attend b) I might not attend and c) I might not attend.
I did attend and I didn't get my gear off, but I WAS entertained. Thank you free people.
I've danced all over this post so I better publish it, so that other non-humans can make sense of it.
H2
Saturday, 23 February 2008
a touch of insomnia
Its 4am and I'm wide awake, even though I was exhausted when I hit the sack last night. Bugger, I hate that.
I wrote the most boring post in the world and deleted it. Better to say less and mean it.
yawn
I wrote the most boring post in the world and deleted it. Better to say less and mean it.
yawn
Tuesday, 19 February 2008
light
I've read my last few posts and I sound deranged. Where is my happiness and light? Jeez lighten the fuck up waterbaby.
I tend to plunge headlong into human ravines of sadness and wander around in the gloom for weeks. My apologies.
For the other 23 hours of the day that I am not posting a blog I do think alot and I'm also alot lighter.
I do use my blog to purge my darkness. Its a poor relationship, kind of like the freind that only hears the bad stuff about her best friends husband and then wonders why she saw them happy and laughing at the mall. This is a vital sliver of my existence, my door to free thought and expression. My personality doesn't change too much from how I am on here BUT my willingness to share so much in the real world does.
Its ok, there's a light in my closet, its not always dark.
I tend to plunge headlong into human ravines of sadness and wander around in the gloom for weeks. My apologies.
For the other 23 hours of the day that I am not posting a blog I do think alot and I'm also alot lighter.
I do use my blog to purge my darkness. Its a poor relationship, kind of like the freind that only hears the bad stuff about her best friends husband and then wonders why she saw them happy and laughing at the mall. This is a vital sliver of my existence, my door to free thought and expression. My personality doesn't change too much from how I am on here BUT my willingness to share so much in the real world does.
Its ok, there's a light in my closet, its not always dark.
Sunday, 17 February 2008
deadwood
There was an incident last weekend that I have not mentioned. It hurt like fuck and I am still digesting it like I'm being spoon fed week-old vomit.
One of my best friends mothers passed over in July 2006. I had known her since I was a young teenager, 14 to be exact and I thought of her as a mentor. She has helped me get my foot into a museum job some 15 yrs ago. Well loved by me.
Anyway, in the months leading up to her passing I supported my friend and as it got closer I spent more time with the family, cooking dinners, shopping for food, preparing meals, cooking dinner for 15 people to take the strain off. I was there.
I let her talk about her pain, her resentment, her grief. I just listened.
I visited her mother often. I never broke down, because I wanted to be brave for someone who was already sick and scared. I believe in assisting people to cross over by creating no stress.
I was a good friend.
When I asked W about her mothers unveiling (a ritual marking the one year since passing, when the headstone is unveiled) I was told that it was family only. I was a little hurt but got over it because I actually thought she meant her father, her brother and her sisters.
I find out in the weekend, that she actually meant family - aunts, uncles, cousins, 2nd cousins, 3rd cousins, 4th, whatever. I think when you cook 300 of anything that means there were alot of people there. In my culture the distinction is very blurred about the definition of 'family'. My daughter calls all my friends 'aunty' because we believe in shared parenting. So when I find that the 'extended' family is invited to this really important ocasion I feel like I have been cut a new rectum.
Fuck me.
So this afternoon when I sat down to write this post, I stopped at fuck me. I actually rang her because the feeling in my stomach overwhelmed me. I rang her and told her to cancel her flights for next month and that no matter how I turned it over and over, her comments still made no sense to me. I told her that I remembered her mother passing, that I had been there, just because of love. To give me a limp arse excuse about 'family' is a contradiction to our relationship. I told her that we're not friends anymore.
So W, I have cut you loose. Like deadwood, I have cut the limb that drains the tree. In truth, you weren't there too much for me anyway. I will not suffer adversely from the lack of your presence. I will try not to miss you.
Goodbye
One of my best friends mothers passed over in July 2006. I had known her since I was a young teenager, 14 to be exact and I thought of her as a mentor. She has helped me get my foot into a museum job some 15 yrs ago. Well loved by me.
Anyway, in the months leading up to her passing I supported my friend and as it got closer I spent more time with the family, cooking dinners, shopping for food, preparing meals, cooking dinner for 15 people to take the strain off. I was there.
I let her talk about her pain, her resentment, her grief. I just listened.
I visited her mother often. I never broke down, because I wanted to be brave for someone who was already sick and scared. I believe in assisting people to cross over by creating no stress.
I was a good friend.
When I asked W about her mothers unveiling (a ritual marking the one year since passing, when the headstone is unveiled) I was told that it was family only. I was a little hurt but got over it because I actually thought she meant her father, her brother and her sisters.
I find out in the weekend, that she actually meant family - aunts, uncles, cousins, 2nd cousins, 3rd cousins, 4th, whatever. I think when you cook 300 of anything that means there were alot of people there. In my culture the distinction is very blurred about the definition of 'family'. My daughter calls all my friends 'aunty' because we believe in shared parenting. So when I find that the 'extended' family is invited to this really important ocasion I feel like I have been cut a new rectum.
Fuck me.
So this afternoon when I sat down to write this post, I stopped at fuck me. I actually rang her because the feeling in my stomach overwhelmed me. I rang her and told her to cancel her flights for next month and that no matter how I turned it over and over, her comments still made no sense to me. I told her that I remembered her mother passing, that I had been there, just because of love. To give me a limp arse excuse about 'family' is a contradiction to our relationship. I told her that we're not friends anymore.
So W, I have cut you loose. Like deadwood, I have cut the limb that drains the tree. In truth, you weren't there too much for me anyway. I will not suffer adversely from the lack of your presence. I will try not to miss you.
Goodbye
Belief
After reading a couple of comments left on Sarahs site about god and the universe I realise it can be quite challenging to fess up to your faith or lack of....
I was raised Catholic and I think having refused to attend any more church services 29 yrs ago at the brave old age of 13 (my mother didn't speak to me for about a week after that, coventry, lovely) I have reached my freedom state.
I don't attend anyones church, I won't date someone that is committed to going to church and I have no problem asserting my non-participation rule when the occassion arises. Am I anti? Sort of.
I don't remember a heap of positives associated with religeon. I remember the "you shall not's" and a tonne of damning acts. Not alot of ILU or even that I was divine:)
The further away I get, the more convinced I am about religons role to control the masses. In the old days it was a very useful tool to keep the poor in their place and not stage an uprising i.e Don't covert your neighbours wife or goods buddy, even if I am a Lord and you are my gardener, because there ain't enough room in the 3000 hectare estate for the both of us....a flick of a bible page and your damned because you want more than turnip soup for dinner.
And as a recovering Catholic I stare at the paper and wonder at the paedophilic career options in the Catholic preisthood. Was it marketed in those circles as an 'all you can eat smorgasboard" ? Because, it sure as hell seems like it. The number of cases in NZ per capita is astounding, all under the cloak of a beloved god who should never be questioned and that includes his reps dressed in black cussocks....and then if things get a little hot and parents started asking questions and kids started saying wierd shit about Father Michael you could move to another parish and clap your hands in glee while you eyed the fresh fields. And again, you can't accuse a man that is here in place of GOD of such wickedness, he IS god. Control my mass...rod, staff...yeah, whateva father.
So these days I practise the power of myself, my ability to create change in my life and surroundings. I give thanks for the sunrise, sunset, moon, sun, stars, rain, snow,mountains, hills, rivers, ocean, tides, wind, fog, stones, dirt, flowers, trees, grass, light and dark. Call me new age, I'm down with whateva label you wanna pin on me :) Catholic ain't one of them any more...
I was raised Catholic and I think having refused to attend any more church services 29 yrs ago at the brave old age of 13 (my mother didn't speak to me for about a week after that, coventry, lovely) I have reached my freedom state.
I don't attend anyones church, I won't date someone that is committed to going to church and I have no problem asserting my non-participation rule when the occassion arises. Am I anti? Sort of.
I don't remember a heap of positives associated with religeon. I remember the "you shall not's" and a tonne of damning acts. Not alot of ILU or even that I was divine:)
The further away I get, the more convinced I am about religons role to control the masses. In the old days it was a very useful tool to keep the poor in their place and not stage an uprising i.e Don't covert your neighbours wife or goods buddy, even if I am a Lord and you are my gardener, because there ain't enough room in the 3000 hectare estate for the both of us....a flick of a bible page and your damned because you want more than turnip soup for dinner.
And as a recovering Catholic I stare at the paper and wonder at the paedophilic career options in the Catholic preisthood. Was it marketed in those circles as an 'all you can eat smorgasboard" ? Because, it sure as hell seems like it. The number of cases in NZ per capita is astounding, all under the cloak of a beloved god who should never be questioned and that includes his reps dressed in black cussocks....and then if things get a little hot and parents started asking questions and kids started saying wierd shit about Father Michael you could move to another parish and clap your hands in glee while you eyed the fresh fields. And again, you can't accuse a man that is here in place of GOD of such wickedness, he IS god. Control my mass...rod, staff...yeah, whateva father.
So these days I practise the power of myself, my ability to create change in my life and surroundings. I give thanks for the sunrise, sunset, moon, sun, stars, rain, snow,mountains, hills, rivers, ocean, tides, wind, fog, stones, dirt, flowers, trees, grass, light and dark. Call me new age, I'm down with whateva label you wanna pin on me :) Catholic ain't one of them any more...
Friday, 15 February 2008
Jumping
I've been AWOL. I felt like jumping off the roof yesterday. Just a small problem, the roofs not very high so theres no chance of any drama besides me twisting my ankle and then having to limp inside like some arsehole.
I spend 5 hours on my computer putting together an application for an international exhibition and just 5 minutes of me spellchecking the document gave my workplace system time to crash.....I lost it all.
There were a few lessons in there, I'll just list them so you and I can both be on the same page, shaking our heads and clicking our tongues in unison.
1) I had left the application to the last day because I didn't think a key player would agree......
2) I completed the application at work, its not work related.......
Moral of the story?
Pull a sickie on your clients and work, stay in bed, complete no applications, take no phone calls, close eyes, snore and be at one with the blankets.
This week I have been profoundly disorientated.
I asked the universe to open the door of opportunity in the form of a new job, 30 hours, $23 per hour, arts associated with flexibility to travel. Yesterday I got an offer of 9 hours per week as a literacy teaching assistanct at $13 per hour. Someone has a sense of humour......
I went to Wellington for work and a second date with 'that' guy. I'm gonna keep it short and to the point, there is no need for anything extra.
8.00am Land in Wellington
8.30am breakfast at the beach with friends
9.30am meet with sister for a visit
10.00am txt that guy to tell him that I'm in Wellington, let him know that I have a lunch appt, but am generally free after that
12.30am lunch with friend, leave her at 4pm
4.00pm Ring that guy and ask what he's doing, does he want to catch up, to give me a call
From here its just messages.
5.10pm (him) been out fishing all day, whats up
5.12pm (me) waiting to see if you want to catch up?
5.20pm (me) hello?
5.22pm (him) sorry my brother just arrived, will txt when he leaves
7.10pm (me) this is ridiculous, in around 20 mins I'll make other plans
7.27pm (him)sorry h2o, sorry u feel that way, my family is here from north, I remember when you wanted to leave our date to pick up ur daughter, no drama for me. whateva, do what u need to do.
7.28pm (me) I ring and tell him I'm not surprised he didn't answer, thats he's not being straight up and is incommunicative, not to mention rude
CLICK, voila end of dating with 'that guy'. No reply, nothing. Crazy shit.
I'm bored to my back teeth. I went to the DVD store, walked around and around the store for 1 hour, trying to find the holy grail. I end up getting 10 for $10 and then I owe $10 in late fees. $20 for someone that has no money, crazy shit.
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
I spend 5 hours on my computer putting together an application for an international exhibition and just 5 minutes of me spellchecking the document gave my workplace system time to crash.....I lost it all.
There were a few lessons in there, I'll just list them so you and I can both be on the same page, shaking our heads and clicking our tongues in unison.
1) I had left the application to the last day because I didn't think a key player would agree......
2) I completed the application at work, its not work related.......
Moral of the story?
Pull a sickie on your clients and work, stay in bed, complete no applications, take no phone calls, close eyes, snore and be at one with the blankets.
This week I have been profoundly disorientated.
I asked the universe to open the door of opportunity in the form of a new job, 30 hours, $23 per hour, arts associated with flexibility to travel. Yesterday I got an offer of 9 hours per week as a literacy teaching assistanct at $13 per hour. Someone has a sense of humour......
I went to Wellington for work and a second date with 'that' guy. I'm gonna keep it short and to the point, there is no need for anything extra.
8.00am Land in Wellington
8.30am breakfast at the beach with friends
9.30am meet with sister for a visit
10.00am txt that guy to tell him that I'm in Wellington, let him know that I have a lunch appt, but am generally free after that
12.30am lunch with friend, leave her at 4pm
4.00pm Ring that guy and ask what he's doing, does he want to catch up, to give me a call
From here its just messages.
5.10pm (him) been out fishing all day, whats up
5.12pm (me) waiting to see if you want to catch up?
5.20pm (me) hello?
5.22pm (him) sorry my brother just arrived, will txt when he leaves
7.10pm (me) this is ridiculous, in around 20 mins I'll make other plans
7.27pm (him)sorry h2o, sorry u feel that way, my family is here from north, I remember when you wanted to leave our date to pick up ur daughter, no drama for me. whateva, do what u need to do.
7.28pm (me) I ring and tell him I'm not surprised he didn't answer, thats he's not being straight up and is incommunicative, not to mention rude
CLICK, voila end of dating with 'that guy'. No reply, nothing. Crazy shit.
I'm bored to my back teeth. I went to the DVD store, walked around and around the store for 1 hour, trying to find the holy grail. I end up getting 10 for $10 and then I owe $10 in late fees. $20 for someone that has no money, crazy shit.
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Friday, 8 February 2008
Monkey
My shoulders have been aching for nearly one month. I am a beast of burden. I like to take the problems of the world and load them onto my back. Don't worry if it has nothing to do with me, my life, my country, my backyard. I will take on anyone's problems at any time, 24/7. I don't even have to know you, to feel your angst.
My name is Watergurl and I'm obsessive compulsive.
I like to hold on to the past. I give my issues a deathlike embrace and hold on for all eternity.
My own, your own, anyones own. Call me on 0800 takemycrap or visit
www.isthatamonkeyonyourbackdoyouhaveroomforanother.com
Geez I need to let go
My name is Watergurl and I'm obsessive compulsive.
I like to hold on to the past. I give my issues a deathlike embrace and hold on for all eternity.
My own, your own, anyones own. Call me on 0800 takemycrap or visit
www.isthatamonkeyonyourbackdoyouhaveroomforanother.com
Geez I need to let go
Thursday, 7 February 2008
Sliding
I just had a valuation done on Friday, the report came in Tuesday night. Apparently my house value has dropped by $30, 000.00
Is this possible? the market has dropped off because of high interest rates (9%...yeah you read right, 9 fucking percent)
Something must have moved into the neighbourhood cos its killed my equity.
I'm in a quandry, going by the valuation I will still owe money if I sell. Exactly the situation you spoke of TM. I woke this morning with a sore jaw, it must be the grinding of teeth?? My shoulder aches (burdened, a physical manifestation of my burdens). I would just like to walk out owing nothing. I would rather not walk of course, but I'm an adult and I can do what needs to be done.
I've also applied for a full time job......
Everything I never wanted. Reality is such a bawdy bitch.
Is this possible? the market has dropped off because of high interest rates (9%...yeah you read right, 9 fucking percent)
Something must have moved into the neighbourhood cos its killed my equity.
I'm in a quandry, going by the valuation I will still owe money if I sell. Exactly the situation you spoke of TM. I woke this morning with a sore jaw, it must be the grinding of teeth?? My shoulder aches (burdened, a physical manifestation of my burdens). I would just like to walk out owing nothing. I would rather not walk of course, but I'm an adult and I can do what needs to be done.
I've also applied for a full time job......
Everything I never wanted. Reality is such a bawdy bitch.
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
Power to the Workers!!
This is a little bit of a serious post. This morning I was wallowing around in my own incompetence, being silly.
I went over to the manufacturers today to drop off a container for an artwork. This is the company who are no longer able to work with us as they are closing their workshop. I finally caught up with the sales rep that first bought me on board and who I have the best relationship with. I asked him how the changes were affecting him and he put his head in his hands. He told me that he's lost his job too, the factory would be closing, not just the workshop. He has 4 kids under 5 with another due in 2 weeks. He put his house on the market this morning. I was pissed off with the closure of the workshop, nothing in comparison to this guy, he's in full blown panic mode, shafted.
Worse still, he was on annual leave for a week, I knew before he did......the owner never even bought him in to tell him????
When i walked in to the factory last week there was still the machinery and tooling specialist areas there...today it was empty. NZ manufacturing is in deep shit. Its fucking shameful that the profit margins must increase on an annual basis or we're deemed failures to the point that we forsake our own industries and jobs.
I really wish that owner had talked to his workers, they were a good crew to work with and deserved much better.
Power to the Workers!
I went over to the manufacturers today to drop off a container for an artwork. This is the company who are no longer able to work with us as they are closing their workshop. I finally caught up with the sales rep that first bought me on board and who I have the best relationship with. I asked him how the changes were affecting him and he put his head in his hands. He told me that he's lost his job too, the factory would be closing, not just the workshop. He has 4 kids under 5 with another due in 2 weeks. He put his house on the market this morning. I was pissed off with the closure of the workshop, nothing in comparison to this guy, he's in full blown panic mode, shafted.
Worse still, he was on annual leave for a week, I knew before he did......the owner never even bought him in to tell him????
When i walked in to the factory last week there was still the machinery and tooling specialist areas there...today it was empty. NZ manufacturing is in deep shit. Its fucking shameful that the profit margins must increase on an annual basis or we're deemed failures to the point that we forsake our own industries and jobs.
I really wish that owner had talked to his workers, they were a good crew to work with and deserved much better.
Power to the Workers!
Template shit
There's a reason why I don't get fancy shit on my blogpage. Cos I don't know shit about computers. I know more shit than the average user, but much less shit than the computer literati.
I have just spent the last 45 minutes trying to find, download, upload, stick a dirty stick in my eye, sideload, frontload, spin cycle, freak me dee, a new fucking background to my blogspace. I'm pissed off and my shoulder aches.
Flcker can fuck off too.
I have just spent the last 45 minutes trying to find, download, upload, stick a dirty stick in my eye, sideload, frontload, spin cycle, freak me dee, a new fucking background to my blogspace. I'm pissed off and my shoulder aches.
Flcker can fuck off too.
Monday, 4 February 2008
Can I have another helping of that?
The weekend has come and gone, like water down the plughole.
I was just cruising Blogger like I do sometimes to see what blogs catch my eye and I just have to note one frustration. I'd like there to be settings and the nav bar at the top should be compulsory. If you're like me, you like to hit the 'next blog' button and come skidding to a dead end when the person has elected not to have the nav bar. It means reversing out of theirs to the prior blog and hoping not to run into another dead end, annoying.
I went out for a drink with my work colleagues on Friday. I usually avoid the social outings but this time I thought, why not? Within about 10 minutes I remembered why not. Note to self, never, ever go for a drink again on a Friday with colleagues. Choose a lobotamy first. I don't know whether its age or interests but I had brain ache I was so bored. One woman excitedly retold of her card making hobby and how she had ordered a new cutter with six stars as opposed to the four star that she had had. AND the colour pencils that cost $175 because there were none like them in the world for card making....yep, ok. One passed around photos of her grandchild and one talked non stop about her dog popping his cherry, locking and unloading for the first time. I looked around the room and thought, have I slipped into another dimension where shit like this makes sense? Am I not hearing the conversation correctly because everyone else is animated and happy. I nodded and smiled for about an hour and then picked up my car keys about to leave. One of the women said 'whats wrong are we boring you?' to which I replied 'yes'. Naughty I know. Sometimes I am blunt for the shock factor. They looked at me aghast and laughed because they were sure I must have been joking.
I think I need to get laid.
All volunteers for said vacancy please meet in an orderly line at Hornby (that is a place, I kid you not) Mall, 3pm, wear orange trousers (just because I'm sick and need to be entertained)
H2
I was just cruising Blogger like I do sometimes to see what blogs catch my eye and I just have to note one frustration. I'd like there to be settings and the nav bar at the top should be compulsory. If you're like me, you like to hit the 'next blog' button and come skidding to a dead end when the person has elected not to have the nav bar. It means reversing out of theirs to the prior blog and hoping not to run into another dead end, annoying.
I went out for a drink with my work colleagues on Friday. I usually avoid the social outings but this time I thought, why not? Within about 10 minutes I remembered why not. Note to self, never, ever go for a drink again on a Friday with colleagues. Choose a lobotamy first. I don't know whether its age or interests but I had brain ache I was so bored. One woman excitedly retold of her card making hobby and how she had ordered a new cutter with six stars as opposed to the four star that she had had. AND the colour pencils that cost $175 because there were none like them in the world for card making....yep, ok. One passed around photos of her grandchild and one talked non stop about her dog popping his cherry, locking and unloading for the first time. I looked around the room and thought, have I slipped into another dimension where shit like this makes sense? Am I not hearing the conversation correctly because everyone else is animated and happy. I nodded and smiled for about an hour and then picked up my car keys about to leave. One of the women said 'whats wrong are we boring you?' to which I replied 'yes'. Naughty I know. Sometimes I am blunt for the shock factor. They looked at me aghast and laughed because they were sure I must have been joking.
I think I need to get laid.
All volunteers for said vacancy please meet in an orderly line at Hornby (that is a place, I kid you not) Mall, 3pm, wear orange trousers (just because I'm sick and need to be entertained)
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