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July 23rd, 2004 | 1 Comment | Posted in Sex, Things that are awesome

I was just reading MCV and I have a serious question!!

Why are there no places like THIS for women?? Damn, maybe I should organise one…any bisexual girls or dykes wanna be my friend and help me set it up? hahahaha

I want it now!

July 18th, 2004 | 1 Comment | Posted in Friends, Having a Good Day, James, Just Stuff

Ahoy punters,
Should have updated earlier, but hey…It’s not like I have a legion of adoring fans awaiting my every entry, Oscar Humphries style.
I’ve been busy stuffing around, doing stuff that I’ve been meaning to do, like set up my pc *yay!!!*, spend some time with Jimbo, do a whole heap of washing that’s been sitting here accumulating since 1902. I also got a chance to catch up with everyone at the pub on Thursday nite. We walked in, thinking that we’d find the customary Karaoke, but bang! Like a smack in the face with a slippery trout, I found they’d ripped out the fire places and replaced it with a fire-hazardous, flickering, John Travolta-esque dance floor.
No more karaoke, but there was taciturnly, free drinks for my alcohol loving friends. And I’m not just talking beer and wine, like a High School Debutante ball, but psuedo-classy Long Island Ice Tea’s and cocktails-a-plenty. This went on for about 2 hours, or until the crowd was well and truely inked up, and then they let loose a band that is some cast off from the Mountain Spew. Admittedly, they were actually pretty good, and their play list was pleasing, but I can’t help but think that this band was headed by the former lead singer of Taxiride? Could that be right, or am I just starting a nasty rumour?

Friday nite, I zonked in front of the telly and fell asleep somewhere amongst the excitement of BB Uncut Awards.

Saturday nite was spent with Jimbo, skulking around til we found a fifties style Americana diner. We settled on “Soda Rock” in Prahran, which sucked harder than Peter North in his years as a gay porn star. You should have seen the waitress’…They were less enthused than a 10 year old being forced to kiss his mother on the cheek as he leaves for camp. And then, like Hells reckoning, they slunk in front of our table, and performed a dance that was obviously choreographed for their special performance at the RVIB. Aretha would turn in her grave….if she were dead, like most other musical icons of the day.
I say, if you work in a joint like that, you’d better look excited. There’s only one thing worse than having underpaid 17 year olds dance in front of you, and that’s having unenthralled underpaid 17year olds dancing in front of you. I wanted to pin her down to the blue vinyl booth, and force her to listen to Elvis until she couldn’t take it any longer, and then re-train her myself.

I only recovered from my retro anger, after hoeing into a fantastic “Chocolate Mousse Royale” from Baskin Robbins. Atleast some kids working at American inspired joints know how to get it right.

Did you ever realise that outside of 9-5 Monday to Friday, the entire world is run by 14-20 year olds? Well, atleast the entire retail world. Isn’t that a scary prospect. I think it’s a conspiracy…much like that of the Freemasons, to take over the world.

I loved Jessica tonite, and now I’m shirty that I don’t own the book. That’s why I hate mini-series, and go out of my way to avoid them. I hate anything that’s “to be continued”. I’m the least patient person when it comes to things like this. I want to know if she gets the baby back NOW! “I’m going to hold my breath until I get it!!!!! Now, daddy now!!!” *turns blue*

Anyway, that’s about all darlins. Take it easy ;)

can’t sleep, clown’ll eat me

July 12th, 2004 | 1 Comment | Posted in Friends

I fell asleep just after 8.45 tonite, but woke up again at 1.30 or so…Haven’t been able to get back to sleep since, and it’s nearly 3 hours later. I even had a warm milo to get me back into sleepy mode, but it just didn’t work. I think I’ve had too much Pepsi lately, coz my front bottom teeth are sore. Bloody caffienated drinks will be the end of me! Is there caffiene in Lift? Hrmm?
I really don’t have much to write tonite, well, I do, but some other time.
I went out for dinner on Sunday nite with Teeds, Ange and her boyfriend. He’s really lovely. They suit eachother. I was saying to Teeda, I miss having a boyfriend so I can say “Hey, Can you go out and get such and such from the car??” hahaha It’s cool having someone to get stuff you’ve left in the car by mistake.
yeah, that’s about all folks…I think I should go back to bed and try and snooze for a little while longer, or I’ll be knackered later on today.

Just a list of 50 small things I love

July 11th, 2004 | 3 Comments | Posted in Random Facts, Stuff About Me

1. The smell of the air before a storm rolls in
2. Watching lightning at the beach at night
3. Walking around Ikea and pretending I have money to spend
4. Finding cat hair on my jumper, while I’m out, and smiling as I think about my cat
5. Karaoke Thursday nites
6. When one of my friends falls in love
7. The days leading up to Christmas, where everyone is full of joy and good spirits
8. Days where it’s so hot, you can’t eat an ice cream coz it melts so quickly
9. Finding they’ve given you one too many chicken nuggets
10. Unexpectedly coming across 10 dollars in your wallet, you forgot you had
11. Nites of Billionaire and Pass the Pigs
12. Hearing Ralph Wiggums voice
13. Anticipating a first date to be horrible, but having it turn out well
14. Finding a great supportive bra that doesn’t cost the earth
15. Going to Central Park in Malvern on a Saturday arvo, just to find it full of dogs who are more than happy to jump all over me
16. Cruising in the car, without any destination
17. Watching the plans land at Tullamarine at night
18. Long, deep conversations over warm cups of tea by the heater
19. Laughing so hard that no sound comes out
20. Bumping into people from the past, that I have missed
21. Getting the Age on a Sunday, and sitting cross legged on the floor with a hot chocolate while I read it
22. Oscar Humphries column in the Sunday Herald Sun
23. Opening my email, to find a note from a friend I haven’t heard from in ages
24. When someone writes something wonderful in my journal
25. Hearing I’ve made someone happy, even if it’s for a brief moment
26. Hugs
27. Going to St Kilda, only to find there are ponies in the park, that I can pat and cuddle
28. Girly video nites
29. Showers for two, and unlimited hot water
30. Freshly shaved legs
31. Waking up from a wonderful dream
32. Not getting indegestion after eating pastry
33. Finding a ciggerette after thinking I’ve run out
34. Kilometrico Pens
35. Dogs with buckets on their heads
36. Lying in the sun with my cat by my side
37. Day Light Savings
39. Mark Webber doing well in the F1
40. Hearing a sentimental song
41. Listening to Love Songs & Dedications at nite
42. The invincable feeling after having a new hair cut
43. Scaring myself silly with a horror film
44. Playing a practical joke on someone
45. Meeting people from the Net I’ve known forever, and finding out they’re wonderful people
46. The smell of babies
47. The release I feel, when I write
48. Remembering to turn on my electric blanket
49. Going to the Drive in
50. Peoples reactions to my Tarot readings

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July 10th, 2004 | No Comments | Posted in Random Facts, Stuff About Me

Name five small things that make you happy
1. Watching the cat roll around on the concrete on a warm day
2. The sound of a thunder storm during Winter
3. Nice, warm clothes, fresh out of the tumble dryer
4. Eating ice cream with friends, while watching boys play footy
5. Cruising late at nite, without a destination, only excited by the journey.

Name five small things that make you mad.
1. When I have to change the toilet roll
2. Forgetting to put a load of washing on
3. Realising you’ve run out of butter
4. When truck drivers wont beep, when you put ur arm out the window and make the “Pulling on the horn” action
5. When you open the door for people in public, and they don’t say thankyou

Name the last 5 CDs you’ve listened to
1. Robbie Williams- Live at Knebworth
2. Micheal Buble
3. Jimmy Eat World- Bleed American
4. Billy Joel - Best of
5. Guns N Roses- Best of

Name one song you hate to admit you like.
Maybe from Annie. People always bag me out for it.

Name four songs that always make you cry.
1. All I Want Is You- U2
2. Ave Maria
3. If You Could Read My Mind- Gordon Lightfoot
4. I’ll Slip Away- Rodrieguez

Name ten songs that turn you on.
1. Sign Your Name- Terence Trent D’Arby
2. Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing- Chris Issak
3. Wicked Game - Chris Isaak
4. Queer- Garbage
5. Pony-Genuwine
6. Erotica-Madonna
7. Closer- Nine Inch Nails
8. You’re Okay- KD Lang
9. Take My Breath Away- Berlin
10. Love Man - Otis Redding

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July 10th, 2004 | No Comments | Posted in Poetry and Writing

You pull me tight, against your chest
My hand rests nervously on your waist
Lifting your shirt, my fingers roam
Softly grasping your pale soft skin
The tenderness of your breath
Falls delicately against the nape of my neck
Your lips settle briefly against my skin
I tingle with the intoxication of your first kiss
My hands guide your face towards my view
And briefly, your gaze falls towards my lips
Tinted crimson with lip-biting excitement
Your face moves, slowly, towards me
Lips parting as our mouths meet climactically
Your tongue brushes deftly against mine
The timing, deliberate and lingering

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July 10th, 2004 | 1 Comment | Posted in Poetry and Writing

I’m sitting around, waiting for my pizza to be delivered. I’m planning on a quiet one in, with pizza and the Gilmore Girls. Ridiculously girly, I know haha. Everyones going to Elephant & Wheelbarrow to catch up with Andreas boyfriend tonite, but I’m not a big fan of E&W on a Saturday nite. It just gets a bit too busy for my liking.

Feel like writing

I know why you hide your pain
Your story, all too familiar
Different characters play the parts
But the chronicle just the same
The canvas bleak and worn
Plays the backdrop for your tale
Bit parts played by whores & thieves
Desicrate the soul that’s been scorned
They never fill the deepest sorrow
That lurks there deep inside
Co-starts try to patch it up
Hoping for a better tomorrow
Feels like the curtains have already gone down
No hope for ressurection
And there will be the empty stage
The only spotlight on my frown

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July 8th, 2004 | No Comments | Posted in Lust

I’m in a hopeless and stupid position, and just feel like a dumbarse to be honest.
It’s a bit like that David and Tina moment, where I asked the DJ at Rollerskating to play “Everything I do” by Bryan Adams dedicated to David from Prue, and then when it came on, I started to skate towards him, and the DJ said “This song goes out from David to Tina, and he loves you very much” And they skated off hand in hand, and there I was, my ten year old heart broken in pieces, while I watched them skate away.

I think I should just keep my dedication to myself and put on a happy face.

How do i get myself into situations like this huh?

Speaking of such, I got a msg from Gords today…. Why, I’m not sure? He’s like “Have u forgotten me already :(
Well, u were the one who skipped off to sydney without bothering to say goodbye mate…so what’s the deal?
I mean we’d make good mates, but nothing more. Perhaps the sex would be nice, but there’s nothing more there for me, anyway.