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Today I spent most of the day in bed with the cramps from Hell. It’s been a while since they’ve been this bad. Not good form at all. I’d normally just grab the hot water bottle, but because of the heat, I gave that idea the arse.
Tomorrow I’m going to take some photos with Frans digital cam before I give it back.
Someone just came online that I want to talk to…..
Will update when I get back
*Please excuse the following rant*
It’s too freaking hot. I hate the hot weather. I have my period and I feel like someone kicked the crap out of my uterus and then shoved it back in me. There are bugs swarming my monitor. I’m tired. Jamie and I had a fight. Jason and I had a fight. Cassie and I had a fight. I have bug bites all over me from laying in the grass yesterday taking photos of the cat. I need to shave my legs. I have to get up early in the morning to go to Peter Stevens and back Jim up when it comes to complaining about his new motorbike. I’m waiting for someone to come online and I don’t think they’re turning up, which sucks coz I really wanted to talk to them. Am too lazy to even keep complaining. Hahahaha oh man, that’s pretty sad.
Anyhoo, there’s lots of other good stuff going on, but am just too hot and bothered and sore and sick and lazy to write at the moment. I will update tomorrow.
Don’t forget to have a look at the pic I put up, coz it’s a pissa. And no, he’s not my cat, I just found him at MyCatHatesYou.com and he was too cute to resist.
Take care 
Ps. I’m glad ya liked the pic of Johnny Depp from Willy Wonka Fran As soon as I saw it I thought of you 
A mate of mine sent it to me.
I thought you’d like this franno!!!!
http://chocolatefactorymovie.warnerbros.com/onesheet.html
Here are some of the pics I said I’d upload recently.
There are more, but the batteries died and I’m waiting for them to recharge
“I really wanna be with you right now” she said
And I thought about how I wanted to be with her too
I wanted to peer over her glasses at her eyes
Trace the tattoo over her chest
Lay behind her and stroke her hair
The nature of my thoughts suprised me
The desired intimacy shocked me
And all my thoughts of what if
Have finally hit me head on
FOUR NAMES YOU GO BY:
Prue
Prueby
Pruzac
Hey you!
FOUR THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
Sense of humour…cliche I know, but I’m one funny bird
My left boob
My whimsical nature
My lack of diplomacy
FOUR THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:
Fact I sleep too much
I fall in love too quickly
My indecisiveness
Lack of self discipline
FOUR PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
Irish
English
French
Spanish
FOUR FAVOURITE HANGOUTS:
Teedas Car
My bed
Jims house
In front of the pc
FOUR BEST FRIENDS: (excluding everyone that can read this)
Teeda
Jim
Jamie
Andrea
FOUR THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
Being judged
Hurting other peoples feelings unintentionally which I seem to do a lot
Ending up a lonely old spinster cat lady and then I’ll die and my cats will eat me
Unrequieted love
FOUR THINGS YOU HATE IN GENERAL:
People who think they’re too cool for school
IRC morons
When my cat brings in dead birds as presents
Birds in general
FOUR OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
Ciggies
Cordial
Aropax
Mobile phone
FOUR THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
Blue chuck taylors
Jeans
Black tee shirt that says “star fucker” that my mum loves, obviously
Pink knitted Cardigan
FOUR OF YOUR FAVOURITE BANDS AT THE MOMENT:
Maroon Five
The Donnas
The Calling
The Rolling Stones
FOUR REASONS YOU’VE BROKEN UP WITH EXES:
Fell out of love
Was an arsehole
They were nice, but not enough spark
He ran away
FOUR FAVOURITE FOODS:
Chocolate
Chicken Souvlaki
Tortellini
Caesar Salad without anchovies
FOUR THINGS YOU WOULD WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
Passion
Intensity
Laughter
Chemistry
FOUR THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
Similar sense of humour
Gorgeous smile
Geeky but with a wild side
Men with issues…I like to think I can help them, sad I know
FOUR THINGS YOU CAN’T DO:
Tell the truth to people when I know it’s going to hurt them
Run without knocking myself out
Cut onions without wanting to rip my eyes out
Not forgive people
FOUR OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:
Geeking it up online
Writing
Going to vintage car shows
Collecting crappy tee shirts
FOUR THINGS YOU WANT REALLY BAD RIGHT NOW:
For Jim to be ready to move now!
ADSL on my own pc instead of using mums all the time
My Graphics tablet back
A Siamese cat
FOUR CAREERS YOU’RE CONSIDERING:
Writer
Funeral Director
Counsellor for people with anxiety disorders
Broadway star
FOUR PLACES YOU WOULD GO ON VACATION:
Las Vegas
Ireland
New Orleans
Memphis
I opened up the paper the other day to find that a Primary School friend of mine had been stabbed to death in a niteclub on Friday nite. His name was Mark Russo. He kinda had weasely features and he always had the spikiest hair. He had the coolest haircut of any boy in primary school, until Adam Patterson bleached his fringe blonde and sported an uber cool mullet. Mark always wore the tightest grey courderoy pants to school. I remember sitting with him on the step of the Dental Van one day, as you do, and talking all lunch time about how he liked some girl. Back then it was a big deal, because if you spent your entire hours lunch time with a boy it meant you liked eachother. He was such a beautiful kid. A bit of a smartarse, heart of gold. I remember him covering me with tomato sauce one nite at camp, and we pretended it was blood. We fooled everyone into thinking I’d been attacked by a bear. His job was to cover me in sauce, and then run further up the track and tell everyone in a screaming voice, that I’d been attacked.
I wish he had only been covered in tomato sauce on Friday nite. The thought of him laying there on the floor, dying in a niteclub is just such a tragic fucking waste.
I hadn’t seen him for years, and I don’t know where his life had taken him or what if any, connections he had to the person that murdered him, but at the end of the day, NO ONE should die like that. For fucks sake, he was only 23. I just keep having this thought that he would have been getting ready to go out that nite, maybe psyched about what a good nite it would be. After he stepped out his door that nite, he couldn’t know he’d never come home again. He’d never tell anyone he loved em again. Never see the night sky or the hazy, pink Summers sunset.
Out of such a sickening disipation of youth, maybe we can find some solace in the fact that Mark is an example of what not to take for granted. Even an act as simple as assuming you’ll return home once you walk out your door. Live for this very minute.
Tomorrow nite, I’ll be going with a mate of mine Jason from Primary school to Church to say the Rosary. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that, and even though I’m not a Catholic anymore, I’ll be praying to whoever is listening that Mark serves as a reason for us all to savour every minute we have.
eXpressive: 6/10
Practical: 3/10
Physical: 4/10
Giver: 8/10
You are a XSIG–Expressive Sentimental Intellectual Giver. This makes you a Teddy Bear.
Hee! I just want to give you a big squeeze. You are tender, honest, generous and fair. You are an excellent kisser and a sensitive, communicative lover, and you know it. You would never intentionally hurt someone’s feelings or overstep his/her boundaries. You have beautiful eyes.
Most people take your laid-back attitude, blazing wit and subtle sexiness and stick you in “friend.” But some see your extreme hotness for what it is and latch on. This means you have a few members of your target sex in the bank at all times — I call this “money in the sex bank” — but you’re too sensitive and thoughtful to exploit them. More than once.
You are so rational and deliberate in an argument that it can frustrate and exhaust your partner. Your fights can take forever, but your press on with them until they are completely resolved and both you and your partner are satisfied. If your partner is weak of will, s/he may just give in — be wary of this! An emotional or passive-aggressive outburst later will hurt and horrify you.
It is *critically important* that you are able to respect your partner. The moment you lose respect for him/her, you lose everything.
When you make friends, you make them for life — you can go without speaking to a friend for years and pick up right where you left off. You are completely faithful, both physically and emotionally. You are the second best (to XPIG) parent of any type.
If you are male, you have a huge shlong. Just saying.
Of the 156173 people who have taken this quiz, 8 % are this type.
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Met a girl. She’s fantastic.
Think I’ll have lunch with her tomorrow.
Will update about the trip away to Ocean Grove with Gords tomorrow sometime. Like a moron, I actually took a book so I could write my psuedo LJ entries into, so I’d have plenty of stuff for you all to read when I got back. So watchout punters, long entry headed your way soon.
Love the new album by The Donnas-gold medal. Copped a bit of a bagging by critics but fuck em. Francis will be so proud of me. He’s a donnaholic.
Ate too many caramello bears. Need a drink.
So much to write, so little inclination to type… the age old predicament!
Keep it real homies.
PS. Franno, I expect a similarly distateful Happy Birthday pic from your fine self and Mart in January! Meanwhile, is Mart naked in that pic apart from the glasses and Happy Birthday party hat?? Or am I just seeing things!? lol
