cat poo
Apparantly my presence is like a pebble in a pond…. it creates a ripple effect, ruining everyone elses lives around me.
Sometimes, I wish I’d just hurry up and sink.
You’re the adult…She still loves you
Apparently, I look like Super Nanny in this picture
vs 
Minus the fag, obviously.
That’s UNASCEPTABLE 
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Have I mentioned how much I’m fucking loving the new Rilo Kiley album???
www.myspace.com/rilokiley to check out a few of the new songs from the album.
It’s fucking brilliant…
I’m sitting here listening to the album, with the whirr of the washing machine in the background. At one point, the washer decided to walk across the laundry. It scared the shit out of the cat. It made me laugh. Poor cat.
I’m thinking I’ll head down the laundromat tonight…Sit there with my Robbie Williams biography, and get a few good reading hours in while my clothes dry.
I’m hungry…. Should remember to eat during the day.
Gotta find something to wear to Karishmas birthday dinner tomorrow night. Hrmmmm what to wear, what to wear… Well, atleast I’ll have a few choices now that my clothes will be clean. I’ve been wearing a few select pieces over and over again coz I’ve had no clean clothes. Pure apathy. I’m thinking I should just pay someone 20 bucks a week to fucking take it all, wash it dry it and bring it back. Now THAT would be fantastic 
Need a haircut. Why are hair cuts so expensive???
Graduation
C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S C H R I S ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Chris… Our favourite Coppa!
Here’s the rest of the pics from the trip to Adelaide the kids went on
http://spaces.msn.com/members/cassandrasbit/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c01_photoalbum=showdefault&_c=photoalbum
Prue -1 Sperm-0
Instead of just lurking around all my friends entries, I decided I’d better post.
What is there to report?
I’ve been going to Bingo of late, with my mum, Teeds and my mums friend Pauline and her daughter Lauren. Lozz is great, she cracks me up. I really adore her.
I joined this personals thing… collarme.com it’s a bdsm site… man, I’ve had so many emails! Turns out, boys in the bdsm scene heart me big time! I need to find myself a slave! oooooh yeh!
Speaking of which, I’m a slave to my insatiable sexual urges, and gave in on Friday. Had ever so hot slap and tickle with a very yummy boy. I hadn’t been tempted to go Greek for a long time, but this boy certainly changed my mind. TMI? Awww well, deal with it.
The cat has been a knob of late, and has been leaving little turdy suprises in the laundry for me. She’s driving me mental. It doesn’t seem to matter what litter I use or where I put it, she keeps shitting in on my clothes in the laundry. Any cat owners with ideas? Suggestions? I’m thinking about having her desexed and letting her roam free outside, but only trouble is that she’s a purebred Siamese that is friendlier than most dogs, and wouldn’t hesitate before jumping into someones arms and going home with them, and I don’t wanna have my little girl catnapped?!?!!
I’m off to the docs in the morning to get Implanon. Woohooo, take that Spermanator!
I think I’m going to buy a clothes dryer from the Trading Post. I saw a few advertised in the online edition, so I’m going to make a few calls tomorrow and see what I can do. Fingers crossed I find a bargain.
Okies, I’m off coz I gotta be up at 8am, or my mum will kill me.
Love ya
Prue
Adelaide
That’s Chris, James, Paul and Bronwyn this weekend in Adelaide
That’s Paul riding a pig, and James humping it from behind…Somewhere in Rundell Mall I think
Me in my bedroom…You can sorta see the background of my Family Guy poster behind me
Cat Fart
The cat is a total dork. I love her so much!
I sent a stupid text msg to MulletAdams phone last nite. I guess the cat takes after her owner, Dorkus Maximus.
It’s freakin after 5am. I’m tired, but I missed my opportunity to sleep a few hours back, when the wave of tiredness tumbled over me. Now, I have to make the decision of staying up, and knowing I’ll feel ratshit during the day, or going to bed, and sleeping most of the day away. Either way, both options suck.
Damn my medication to hell for screwing up my sleep patterns.
I can hear the wierdest noises in the house. Like someone is lurking around, but I’m sure that’s just me being overly paranoid. I’m pretty sure it’s the wind. Anyway, that’s what I keep telling myself.
I must hang out what is left of the washing at some point, and fold the rest of the clothes that are dry.
I’m such a knob…Joel was telling me today something about his girlfriend, and I cried. Not like sobbing, obviously, but a tear ran down my cheek. He thought he’d upset me, but ofcourse he hadn’t. I just felt a sudden pang of lonliness and heartache when he said it. What he said really reminded me of MulletAdam, and it felt like a stake being driven through my heart.
Okay, that might be a bit melodramatic, but be fucked if it didn’t hurt and make me think about him in the most longing way.
I deliberatley try not to think about him for the most part. Don’t want to end up a big fat loser in unrequieted love for 2 years like I did with DW. That’d suck dogs balls. But there are times, when I see or hear stupid things, and I get a bit mushy…
Here’s a terrible confession I have to make… I need absolution…it’s a Catholic thing. I stole a jumper from Kmart. At first, I just tried it on. I kept it on, walking around in it, thinking I’d buy it. But then, when I was in the change rooms with Bronny, we were talking about how easy it would be to steal. And I guess I just got carried away with it all, and before I knew it, I was walking out with it. It was only $30, and I could have paid for it…but the temptation to steal it was just so great. I don’t know why. Call it a thrill in my otherwise dull life. I didn’t even want to write it in my journal, coz I was afraid people would think terribly of me! Well, worse than they already do hahaha Anyway, there it is, my shameful secret. The first thing I’ve ever shoplifted as an adult.
My mum is so going to read this!
The cat is meowing at me to come to bed. That sounds dreadfully lame, but at the moment, I adore it. She curls up next to me, in my arms and snores quietly next to my face, and in the morning, wakes me up by bounding all over me like Tigger. Altho, she does have a nasty habit of farting, unlike a boyfriend, she makes no attempts to Dutch Oven me. So I guess being single with a cat has an upside.
Nite
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I’m sitting here with a cat on my shoulder, who is fast asleep. I’m wearing a pair of socks with a monkey on them, that have those little rubber bits at the bottom so you don’t slip and slide all over the floorboards. I adore them.
Yeah, so it’s been a bit since I was inclined to write. Bite me. I really haven’t had that much to write about, and when I have been motivated to update my journal, I’ve felt conflicted about what to write.
Bah, I thought I felt the inclination to write. Turns out, I was wrong.