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So cold!

Just got home from James’ 24th BBQ. Had a good time. I got to chat to Cath a bit more too. She’s really lovely.
Was freezing though and I now have a case of the sniffles. Still have this awful cough from the flu too.
My arm doesn’t hurt anymore! yay!
Not much else going on really. Teeda and Andrea just dropped me home and they, along with brad, luke, cath, james, renee, dave are going to Matthew Flinders for a few drinks.
I’m just about to catch up with Ashley. We talked for hours and hours on the phone the other nite. He cracked me up.
He should be here soonish so I should finish up my entry. Plus, my hands are absolutely frozen!!!!

Love prue

Brrr it’s Cold

I haven’t slept in 48 hours. It’s catching up with me right about now.
Michael spent the night last nite.
It’s nothing more than a sexual thing though. I mean we get along well, but neither of us want any more than that.
I don’t know what it is. I can’t bring myself to actually have ’sex’ of late.
I haven’t slept with anyone since DW.
To be honest, every time I get close enough to doing it, I freak out and go all wierd and emotional.
I guess it’s because a) I’m still not over DW and b) In some ways I’m quite afraid that I’m just going to leave myself open to be hurt like I did with DW.
The last time I had sex, it was such an emotional and intense experience that I don’t know if I can put myself thru it again at this point.

To be honest, I’m kinda sad at the moment. In the last 6 months, all the guys that have been interested in me have only wanted sex.
I’m scared that maybe that’s how DW felt too. I mean, god, we never even went on a date. Nor have I been on a date with any of the other guys that I’ve been intimate with. Actually, intimate is the wrong word. There’s been nothing intimate about these encounters with other guys. The ones with DW yes, but all the others have been distant and aloof and painful in most ways.
The momentary satisfaction of sexual excitement has been surpassed by feelings of guilt and emptiness after all is said and done.

I went and got the Depo-Provera shot today anyway. Just to be safe.
My arm hurts now.

Spent the day with mum. My cat is narky at me. My old man is pissed at me coz I wouldn’t get out of his arm chair. He’s some sort of chair nazi. Don’t ask. Marijuana has fried his brain.

Watched “Here On Earth” tonite, which reduced me to tears. I was a blubbering mess by the end of it.
God I hate romantic films nowadays.

Romance sucks the big one, as far as I’m concerened anyways.

“I wanna hold you so much…” -Can’t take my eyes off you Lauren Hill

Spent nearly 8 hours on the phone to Ashley last nite. He cracked me up.
Haven’t slept yet.
James turns 24 today. Happy Birthday Jimbo.

Am having one of those nights where I’d really appreciate being curled up with someone.
It’s just so cold. And I need a hug.

Confession: Am missing DW.
Wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but I guess they already know.
I try not to think about him or mention him in conversation. But there are some nights when I just think about the last time we were together…and it brings back so many memories.
I think about his laugh. His smile. His amazing eyes.
As much as I try to repress it, it’s still there.
Don’t know why, because I assume I’m long since forgotten in his mind.

I need to rest in arms

Seldom do I have a day that I would refer to as fantastic. Although today was one such day, if you excluse the vomiting incident.
After having exactly ZERO hours sleep last night, I caught a lift down to the folks place with Teeda. I had planned on catching some Z’s while Mum played host to her friend Judi from school, while they worked on an assignment for their Tafe course.
Instead I ended up sitting around the dinner table, talking trash and having a good old laugh. We swapped amusing sexual anecdotes, chatted about anxiety and planned for me to volunteer at a school holiday program for kids with disabilities. That prospect really excited me actually.
Dad started his new job today. It appeared to be going smoothly til he arrived back in the drive way at half eleven. Turns out he’d been welding and somehow metal deelys got spattered into his eye, leaving it burnt and sore. I’m talking right on the eye ball styles. How it happened is beyond me, considering he was wearing a welding mask. The lengths my old man will go to, to avoid work!
This arvo, we piled into the family Volvo and headed to the doctors. Dad for his eye, and me for some prescriptions, med certificate and contraceptive advice.
There’s something very wierd about being in the Volvo with both my folks. It just feels…..very very strange….I almost can’t explain it. Makes me laugh though. My dad in the back, complaining about how they don’t make seat belts big enough (Right!?) and barking orders to my mum on how to reverse efficiently and without hitting the car parked behind us. Meanwhile, the ole bastard has both his eyes full of anaestheitc, fluoro green dye leaking from his tear ducts and couldn’t have told us if there were a friggin semi-trailer 2 inches behind us.
I’m so glad no one was around or I would have sunk into the depths of the European styled heated seats and out of sight.
After the folks gave me a lift back to the Surrey, I felt inclined to clean. I did the dishes. Took out the garbage. Cleaned the bathroom and the toilet. Tidied my room. See how productive I am nowadays!?
Teeda suggested we go for dinner later on in the evening, so after we spent the arvo singing along to tunes of a bygone era, we tarted ourselves up and headed out to our fave half price Monday Italian resteruant. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard, than what I did tonight. Teeda and I were in stiches the whole way through dinner. Hooves…………I smell Hooves!?
After dropping Dave off after dinner, we headed out for a drive along Beach Road. We found a gorgeous spot to sit and watch the waves crashing onto the sand, and sat in the warmth of the car talking for what seemed like an eternity. We talked about guys and our lives and the direction they were taking and how we’d grown from lovers lost.
I love the fact that after seeing eachother nearly every day for the last 10 years, we can still sit and talk about something interesting and new during each conversation.
We ended the night at Zags with hot chocolate, gourmet LOGS and a very drawn out game of pool.
I’m now home and tuckered out like you wouldn’t believe.
I dont normally narrate my days as I have just done, but there wasn’t one thing I really wanted to focus on. Today I got to spend time with the people I love most in the world.
How good’s that? Can’t think of a better way to spend a Monday.

Meanwhile, go MARK WEBBER! Polled 3rd at Hungry. Sat in 2nd most of the race. Placed 6th eventually. Championship points to Jaguar! Taking the total to 15!!!!

Wooooooooooo000oooot!!

Okay, I’m knackered like a dog on a leash, so I’m goin to bed punks.

Take it sleazy :o)

Menage a moi

These made me laugh.
My fave I suspect is the Menage a Moi or perhaps, Auto Pilot
Banging the box
Bashing the gash
Basting your turkey
Beating around the bush
Beating the Beaver
Brushing the beaver
Brushing your afro
Buffing the Weasel
Burying the knuckle
Butterin’ the muffin
Buttering your bagel
Checking for squirrels
Checking my oil
Checking the foxhole
Checking the muffler
Clam bake for one
Cleaning my fur coat
Copping a clam
Dialing the rotary phone
Digging a trench
Digitizing
Diving for pearls
Doing the two-finger slot rumba
Doing the two-finger salute
Doodling the noodle
Double-clicking your mouse
Drilling for oil
Driving Ms. Daisy
Exploring the bush
Fanning the fur
Feeding the bearded clam
Feeding the pony
Feeding your slot
Feeling your funnel
Fiddling the bean
Filling the pink taco
Finding your niche
Finishing the job
Fishing for mackerel
Flickin’ the bean
Flossing the cat
Fluffing the kitty
Fluffing the muff
Gagging the clam
Getting a lube job
Getting a stain out of my carpet
Getting the last pickle out of the jar
Getting to know Sticky Fingers the mobster
Going fishing
Going solo
Having sex with someone you love
Hee-Haw with wrinkled Mee-Maw
Honing the stone
Indoor fishing
Itching the ditch
Jostling the Elder
Letting your fingers do the walking
Making kitty purr
Manual override
Menage a moi
Muffin buffin’
Nulling the void
Paddling the pink canoe
Perusing the Yellow Pages
Playing poker
Playing solitaire
Playing the banjo
Playing the clitar
Playing the slots
Preheating the oven
Reading braille
Reading the map of Tazmania
Riding the unicycle
Rolling the dough
Rubbin Hood
Rubbing the stub
Sending Muffin Morse Code
Slapping the mackerel
Spanking your puppy on the nose
Stoking the furnace
Strumming the big open C
Surfing the web
Takin’ it to tuna town
Taking advantage of yourself
Teasing the tuna taco
Tending your own garden
The disappearing finger trick
The ole feel n’ squeal
Touring Tasmania
Tracing the vertical smile
Trolling the Bermuda Triangle
Twiddling your twat
Two-finger typing
Visiting your safety deposit box
Working out at the Y

The walrus was paul

Cadbury have outdone themselves with a fantastic new “Triple Decker” chocolate.
Forget the Top Deck…Bring on the layer of “strawberry confectionary” that has given delight to my tastebuds!
Sorry for the lack of updation during the week, but I’ve been laid out in bed all week with this damn flu that’s going about.
I suspect I might have a chest infection, but I’ll relieve you of all the phlegmy details.
Today was the first day I was up and about for the week. For such a dull day weatherwise, it turned out to be quite a ‘blingin’ day.
We lazed about in our derro clothes, no suprises there. Watched Miss Teen America…Which I always find great for a perve. But then I feel a bit seedy…and then guilty…and then aroused…then seedy again.
Did a lil shopping with Dave and Teeda. Came home and boxed Dave about the ears. Actually…if it had been ruled a contact sport, dave would have won for sure. For a tough girl, I sure know how to run screaming which is quite sad.
This evening we hosted Sal’s going away send off. She’s back to England on Tuesday. Actually, tonite was good and bad in a way. For the first time, I actually got to have a good chat to Sal. I always felt that she really didn’t like me that much, for reasons unknown. But tonite I got to know her a bit better, and jeez, she made me laugh. What a top bird. I’ll be happy to see her when she’s out here next which will prolly be about Christmas, depending on the state of her visa authorisation.
I really admire her actually. Moving overseas for your partner is a huge thing to do. Leaving everything you know and love, and moving to somewhere miles and miles away. I envy the fact that her and Luke have found a love that would make one of them want to move so far away, just to be with eachother. Wow. Good on them.

I’m really enjoying this Dr Phil book. It’s teaching me quite a lot about myself. Why I do things. Why I don’t do things. The reasoning behind quite a lot of things in my life.
I hightly recommend it.

Well, that’s all for now. I should work on this column i’m trying to get going. Once it’s a little further progressed Ill tell you more about it.

Love prue

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Am sick with cold sore ears too much phlegm sore throat swollen glands fever ugh
Feel like crap! Emotionally stable though!
Have bought Dr Phil “Life Stratagies” & “Relationship Rescue”
So far so good. Am enjoying it very much actually.
Spent Tuesday with Frankie. He’s a great guy. But I don’t know…There’s something I just can’t put my finger on. I get this sleazy vibe from him. He denies it, but I just can’t shake it.
If i was after something casual, then he’d be fantastic.
But the fact is, I’m not. I hate casual. Can’t do it.
It’s very wierd. In the last week I have twice been in the position where if I had said yes, I could have had sex. But for some reason, I backed out of it both times. I just couldn’t do it.
Both times, I felt a rush of….I can’t identify the emotion…it was a sad, guilty, fearful kind of emotion.
I have learnt in the last 6 months, that sex is something really truely emotional for me.
I’ve gained nothing from casual encounters, and in fact, I have walked away feeling empty and dirty.
I’ve acknowledged that I only want to share sex with someone that I feel “love/passion” for.
Unfortunately, the only man I feel a ‘love/passion’ for, freaked out and ran for the hills.
End result…No sex.
Just as well, coz now I can concentrate those efforts somewhere else.

Speaking of concentration, I should go and keep reading Dr Phil.

Prue

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I was taken aback by the visitor I had this evening.
Adam came online after having spent 7 weeks in Europe. Oddly enough, I had only been thinking of him during the week, as I watched Dead Poets Society. There’s a character called Charlie, that reminds me a great deal of Adam. I contemplated sending him an SMS but we didn’t part on very good terms, so I suspected he wouldn’t really want to hear from me.
But to my suprise, he msged me tonite on ICQ. He seemed different. He’d only been back 2 hours and he asked if he could pop around.
I said yes, and so he came. We lay in bed and he gave me an abbridged version of his 7 weeks around Europe.
He was so incredibly different to the Adam that left nearly 2 months ago. He’s completely changed. He was great to be around and his energy was infectious.
I really enjoyed his company. It is though he has had an emotional awakening. He was fantastic company.
There’s something about the way he looks at me that makes me feel really attractive. I guess it’s just nice to know that a guy like Adam finds me sexy and beautiful. By that I mean, I know he is surrounded by well to do society girls who are ballerinas and models and your standard barbie look a like types. And yet, he says I’m the sexiest girl he knows. That’s always good for the ego! Especially considering I was wearing PJ pants, and a tee shirt and didn’t get a chance to do my hair.
It’ll certainly be quite odd, when I can tell my children “You know the Prime Minister? I slept with him!”
Not something everyone come claim. And I’m sure not many women will be coming out of the woodwork to claim that about Johnny Howard, whose sex appeal is off the negative scale of the charts.

I’m a bit exhausted. I suspect I might finish this Davidoff (Fine quality cigerette from Geneva which Adam tells me are the best in the world) and be off to bed.
I’m hungry. Too bad he didn’t bring back fine quality chocolate from Switzerland!