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Q&A Swiped from Secrets_n_Lies

1. Yourself
Super Dork

2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend:
Someone Elses

3. Your hair?
Really Big

4. Your mother:
“Don’t Forget”

5. Your Father:
“Get Fucked”

6. Your Favorite Item:
Graphics Tablet

7. Your dream last night:
Bitch Fight

8. Your Favorite drink:
Cold Coke

9. Your Dream Car:
Ford Mustang

10. The Room You Are In:
Messy Bedroom

11. Your Ex:
Good Mate

12. Your fear?
Cat Lady

13. Where you want to be in 10 years?
Awesome Mum

14. Who you hung out with last night?
Trivia Friends

15. What You’re Not:
Angry Anymore

16. Your Best Friend:
Always Hungry

17. One of Your Wish List Items:
Unlimited Visa

19. The Last Thing You Did:
Made Bed

20. What You Are Wearing:
All Black

21. Your Favorite Weather:
Sultry Evenings

22. Your Favorite Book:
Harper Lee

23. The Last Thing You ate:
$5 Parma

24. Your Life:
Stable. Finally!

25. Your Mood:
Calm Content

26. Your body:
Progressive Work

27. What are you thinking about right now:
Warm Bed

28. Your Crush:
Trivia Dude

29. What are you doing at the moment:
Quiet Yawn

30. Your summer schedule:
Beach Bum

What was that dream?

I woke up yesterday morning from the hottest dream, to find I was humping the mattress. I can’t even recall the dream, but it musta been pretty good coz I was really going at it. I think I woke myself up with all the humping I was doing.

Man, I love those dreams. Unless they occur in totally inappropriate places… like the time I woke up from a dream, and I was humping my parents couch that I’d crashed on. Yeah… that wasn’t hot at all. My mum was awake. She never said anything, so hopefully it wasn’t obvious. I’m sure she woulda given me shit if she’d seen it!

Family dinner was awesome last night. Loz made garlic and herbed chicken schnitzel with mash and vegies. It was amazing! I love family dinners…not just the food and the effort that’s put into it, but the fact the house is guarenteed to be ours entirely for one night a week. We get to just hang out on the couch all together, and really just enjoy each others company.

Anyway, I gotta go and make some dinner. Teeds and I are home alone tonight, so I’m gonna cook up some chicken and vegies and we’ll sit and watch Australian Idol. Perfick!

Adventures of Shark Girl

Saturday morning I wrangled a shark. On Aspendale Beach. With my BARE HANDS!

He was beached as the tide changed, and was sitting in a little loch that had formed on the beach. I pulled him out, posed for a photo, and then helped him back on his way. Here’s hoping that he tells his sharky friends all about the kind deed and I’m on a ‘not-to-kill’ list come the Summer time. 
I’ve been bragging about my shark wrangling all weekend. I suspect my dad, an avid fisherman, is incredibly proud his daughter managed to catch a shark without a rod. And yes, I’m entirely aware of the small scale of the beast, but hey, a sharks a shark! Top that one, fuckers!

Tracksuit wearing Goran and Eames

Trivia Nights are now becoming a standard Wednesday night occurrence. “Family Dinners” will be reassigned to Monday evenings.
Mmmm $5 Parma…. Bargain.

I made the sexiest dinner ever on Wednesdays Family Dinner night! Chicken breast, filled with King Island Double Brie and finely sliced Pancetta, served with mashed potatoes & seasonal veggies, covered in a creamy green pepper corn sauce. *Drools*

Loz just got home, and mentioned she’d seen a cat at the house across the road. I informed her that said cat is Columbos arch nemesis, Dr No to her James Bond, Izzy Hoyland to her Susan Kennedy and so forth. But I was suspired to hear the cat is still lurking around. About a month ago, I saw a For Sale sign on the property, and within days it was Sold. I thought the property was vacant of its previous occupant, an old man who kept to himself a lot, so Loz and I took it upon ourselves to play detective.
Like a beach side, tracksuit wearing Goran and Eames, we skulked around the property. It’s an absolute tear down job. The weatherboard house must have been an Aspendale original. The lawns were overgrown, the backyard housed a huge barn type structure that was being soley supported by a pair of 2×4 planks lent precariously between the outside wall and the lawn.

We found nothing. We walked back across the road to our house, but neither of us felt particularly satisfied by our detective work.
We came inside, and decided that we’d go back over and knock on the doors and windows, only after leaving a note for Teeds, in case we were taken by the house’s occupant and cut into tiny pieces.
For some reason, I put on a bra at this point. I don’t know…I felt kind of rude sneaking around some ones house without a bra on. Granted, it didn’t make that much of a difference to my appearance, considering I was wearing a Black Sabbath tee shirt, black trackie pants and moccasins, but it was the principle of the thing.

In the end we found nothing but a deserted house, stripped of any furniture it may have once housed. I wonder if the old guy died? Is that why his cat is still lurking around? How come no one has taken the big fluffy cat? Loz and I will call the council if he’s still hanging around after tomorrow. It’s unfair to let him go from a house cat to a street cat. Secretly, I’d really like to feed him a big dose of chocolate, because like Columbo, I hate the little fucker. He’s always chasing her and tearing her to bits. He’s taken two chunks out of her svelte little ears, but courteously, he made them matching on either side. That doesn’t redeem him, but maybe it will stop me from chocolating him into a diorreah-y death. Hopefully the council can find him another home. Far, far away from my little Columbo.

On a nostalgic whim, I sent James a brief email wishing him a Happy Birthday. It’s on the 27th. I didn’t recieve a reply. Le Sigh. When I sent it, I didn’t anticipate a reply. But now that no reply has been forthcoming, I’m kinda cut. Not cut, but some sort of emotion that I can’t put my finger on. Something between indifference and caring a little, but knowing I shouldn’t and feeling kinda dumb for even remembering the birthday of someone I now mean so little to and nostalgic for the mates we used to be, and annoyed for some reason. There’s more but the sentence was becomming far too long and I didn’t want to drag it out-like-this-because-I-do-that-too-much.

I’m under the impression it will be a quiet night at home this evening. Greg is coming round. He wants to watch something funny. I want to sit and smoke til my lungs hurt, consume too much CocaCola, eat cheese doodles and a whole assortment of disgustingly bad foods. I’m in a real bingey kinda mood. Alas, I suck at the purge part…This is why I’m a fatty.

Although, while on the topic of being a fatty, I ran into Snizzpod at Safeway the other night. That came out badly, she’s not the fatty, I’m the fatty! Oh my segueways suck! Nevermind. Anyhow, I ran into Kath while I was shopping, and one of the first things she said to me was how much weight I’d lost! I was doing the Larry and Belky dance of joy…but I kept it all inside. I hadn’t seen her for months, and the last time I saw her I was wearing trackies, ugg boots, some shitful tee shirt and a hickey from an arse plug on my head. It’s a long story, but suffice to say, that suction-y bit on a butt plug, shouldn’t be adhered to ones forehead for any length of time.
Anyway, after the swelling of my ego went down, I introduced her to my housemates, Loz and Teeds. It amused me that as I went to introduce them both, Kath already knew who they were! It was awesome, coz I’m lazy, and hate introductions.
We talked about random snippets, our fondness for the word ‘cunt’ and I do believe at one point, Kath said I made her “moist”. Who can blame her though, honestly?
I really must invite Snizzpod and Franno round one day!! That would be awesome!

Nate got a new job! He’s in Sydney for the training for 5 weeks! I called him this morning and he’s going to call me back tonight to tell me all about it. I’m so proud of him! If anything happens to those cats while he’s gone, I’ma gonna be angry! *For some reason, in my head I said that like Super Mario*

Anyway, too much jibber jabber. Enjoy the new blog layout. Will change slightly soon. Love, Prue.

It’s long I know, but I have lots to talk about

Let me start by apologising for the imposed blogging hiatus. I had some serious ADSL issues after Nate moved out. Thankfully, albiet nearly 3 weeks later, I am back online in all my lack lustre glory.
So, let me bring you up to date on everything, so I can go back to rambling about nothing, knowing full well you’ll understand any referrences to the past month I may make.

The last decent entry I made was about Nate moving out. I was actually quite anxious about that happening. Not so much because Nate was leaving, but because it had become familiar, and I was worried about how successful my new living arrangements would be. I’ve lived with friends in the past, and to be honest, I don’t speak to any of them any more, with the exception of Joel, but he and I only knew eachother via the Net before we lived together so I wasn’t particularly worried about losing an established friendship. Dave, my first housemate and I back at Mt Waverley haven’t spoken to eachother in years. Jamie turned into an absolute wierdo and we never spoke again after I moved out. James, well… granted it was more complicated than a ‘living as housemates’ situation that forced us to renounce our friendship, but still, we no longer speak. So as you can see, I don’t have a great history when it comes to living with friends.

Now that the move has actually happened, I am actually feeling really positive about it. Living with Loz and Teeds is fantastic. I really couldn’t ask for better housemates. They’re both funny, sweet, compassionate and really considerate. We all decided that we wanted to live more as sisters, than as housemates. No one huffs when they wash someone elses coffee mug, we hang eachothers clothes out on the line if they’re in the washing machine, we cook extra dinner at night time so there’s enough for everyone, we call or sms if one of us won’t be home just so the others don’t worry. It’s perfect. They are the exact kind of housemates I wanted. We’ve even established a ‘family dinner’ night, and would you believe, it wasn’t even me who suggested it! I feel so at home here. In other share houses, the common areas of the house were places I avoided. I felt uncomfortable, as though I were invading someone elses space. I stayed in my room most of the time because it was the only part of the house that felt like my own, but here you can find the 3 of us in front of the telly on the couch most weeknights.

The girls even looked after me when I was sick with Viral Gastroenteritis. They brought me water, made my bed while I was at the Hospital, and even emptied my vomit bucket! Now that is an amazing housemate!
Especially considering I’m quite possibly the worlds worst sick person. I’m always certain that I’m not actually as sick as I probably am, and refuse everyones help. It took about 18 hours of coaxing to get me to go to Sandy Hospital. I’m so glad I finally listened to everyone in the end!
I have honestly only ever been that sick once before, and that was when I had Glandular Fever, and anyone who’s had Glandular knows full well how absolutely shitful you feel when you have it. This was only marginally less shitful.
Thankfully, even though the Emergency Department was packed, the Triage nurse put me ahead of everyone, so I had a bed within ten minutes of arriving. Which was a good thing, considering the other 50 people in Emergency really didn’t need to see a fat chick in a green nightie vomit into a garbage bag.

They hooked me up to a drip, and pumped me full of Maxalon to stop me hurling. Oh, Maxalon, my wonder drug! Seriously, if there was any drug in the world I could get hooked on, it’s Maxalon. You can go from feeling like your internal organs are all plotting a great escape through your oral cavity, to feeling relatively well in a matter of 20 minutes. I hope the guy who came up with it won some sort of award. If he didn’t, he totally should have.
4 hours and 2 drips later, they told me I could leave if I felt well enough to go home. While I could have gone another drip for the road, I really just wanted to get out of the shitty hospital bed to go home where I could get some rest. The doc gave me a heap of Imodium stuff so I could remove myself from a rather intimate relationship with my toilet, and Buscopan to help stop the stomach cramps. I doped myself up on the drive home, came inside and climbed into bed. I stayed there for the next 5 days pretty much, only getting up to head to the loo to pee out of my butt, and retrieve Gastrolyte on the walk back to my bedroom.

And on the 8th day, God gave unto her, Lo her first solid turd in as many days. The angels wept. The planets aligned and all was once again, right with the world. Possibly one of the most beautiful moments of my year so far. Yeah, yeah, it’s been a dull year but seriously, you don’t understand how good it was!

I’m now feeling so much better, and can even travel outside of a 2 minute radius of my toilet.

I’m sure there are other things that have happened over the last 3 weeks, but the mostly pertain to my annoyance at D-Link ADSL modems, TPG, rediscovering regular sleeping pattens in the absence of the Net, my dad having his plaster removed only to find that he actually has 3 fractures, not one as first thought so they put him back in plaster for another month, my mum having Whooping Cough, Columbo hurting her poor little paw and having cat pus leak out all over my bedspread and actually cleaning my room.

Thanks heaps to everyone who left comments in my journal while I was away.
Millas made me laugh hysterically!
Joel, yes we totally need to catch up. Likewise with Franco.
Cass, yes you’re right…he is a good egg. He’s lost heaps of weight recently, and I think that’s certainly put him in a better mood. He’s been really lovely to me lately. I think I’ve been nicer to him in return.
Franno, I missed you heaps! We totally need to meet soon, same with Starry!
Sandie, your belly photo was beautiful! I can’t believe how much you’re showing!

I hope everyone is doing wonderfully. I’m now off to enjoy some caramel ice cream!

Love Prue

Quickie

I’m posting from Nates, as the Net is still not connected at home. Apparently TPG are testing the lines because they think there’s something wrong with their end of the installation.
I have lots to update about, and just wanted to say Hi!
Hope everyone is doing awesomely! Things are great for me now that I’m better, the house is fantastic and I love living with the gals

Love Prue

Sick as Fuckery

I’m at the folks house, and can’t write much for the following reasons;

1. My mums PC is a shit and at 800×600 resolution on a 15″ monitor. She gets angry if I change it to a reasonable resolution. Bless.

2. I feel too sick to write regardless. I have been so sick for the past 4 days that I actually went to Hospital. They pumped me full of some sacks of salineand assorted drugs and used the phrase “open your bowel” more times than I care to count. I have severe Gastro. I feel like I have some alien child inside me, that is ready to be birthed. This could even be a possibility, due to my extremely heavy sleep and the idea that I probably wouldn’t wake up during a probe, if not for the fact I got my period, for the first time in 12 months, on the same day I became violently ill.

Here’s how sick I’ve been…. I have not had a smoke since Friday night. Yeah, so suck it up. Not sure whether I’m going to run with it or not. We’ll see.

God my stomach is hurting too much to sit here and write. I’m really only online because I’m here to check if TPG have sent me an email about hooking up the net. It should probably have been done by tomorrow. Here’s hoping.

If that’s the case, I will catch up with everyones news then.

Love to everyone and stear clear of Caesar Chicken Salad

Prue