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This is the funniest thing I’ve heard in ages

My housemate got a call the other night, from a guy she once pashed. Once he started talking dirty, she said she had to get going, and prompty hung up. He called back and she let it go thru to voicemail… and now I present to you, the most hillarious and unnerving voice mail in the history of…well, voicemails!

Let the hillarity ensue…

Rockin the Suburbs and Late Night Guest

It’s 6am and I’m still awake. Normally this would be a bad thing, but this time it’s for a good reason. I had the best blast from the past tonight! I signed on to MSN at about 2am before I was about to turn in, and found Jamie was online. Now, Jamie (not to be confused with my ex housemate/ Hugh Heffner wannabe) is a guy I dated for about a month about 2.5 years ago. I hadn’t seen him in person since, but we’d been in and out of touch over that time. He was in a chatty mood, so he came round and we talked for about 4 hours.
He’s doing so well, and I’m so glad we caught up! It was like we’d seen eachother only yesterday, but with more to talk about obviously!

So that was the icing on a fantastic cake of a night. Earlier tonight, before Jamies suprise appearance, the gang and I headed down to the Stamford Hotel in Rowville for Karaoke, shits and giggles. I belted out my standard number, Sweet Child O Mine, as I always do. I’m such a Keysborough girl. I’m suprised I don’t wear more flanelette.  I screwed up the first bit but damn did I bring it home in the end. Fuck, I rock so hard I’m going to have to hurl a Television out my bedroom window.

I’m tired as fuck. I just wanted to blog this tonight while it was still fresh in my mind, even if it doesn’t contain the sharp wit and humour you’re all normally accustomed to in my blog. <Insert Quip Here>

Mwah from Prue and Columbo the Cat

A few snapshots of last weekend! Click for a bigger version.

 Loz, Teeds and I, taken last weekend.

Loz, enjoying the sunshine and a beer in the garden last weekend.

Aunty Teeds and baby Annabelle… Gorgeous!

Lucky Strike… Me at Bowling last Sunday night. I sucked, totally.

Chops and Loz, enjoying the spoils.

Chops and his gigantic balls.

When I started blogging, it didn’t even have a name!

I have a bookmark folder in Firefox called “Other Peoples Blogs”. Over the past month or 2, almost a third of the Blogs I visit on a daily basis have shut up shop, the authors citing they no longer feel the desire they once did when it came to their Blogs. It got me thinking about why I write here? Why I began keeping a blog in the first place? Those who blog for money recommend putting together a plan, a target audience, a theme or essentially, a way to keep the punters coming back for more. I never did any of that, then again, when I started keeping an online journal, it wasn’t the booming business it’s since evolved into.
For me, blogging started off as a cathartic measure, something to keep me sane. In the infancy of my journalling adventure, I had a lot of things going on in my life, and was really a way of purging the contents of my brain, as a way of seeing them all more clearly. After typing it all down, things didn’t seem to matter as much. They didn’t fill me with the anxiety they did when they were only ideas or emotions floating around inside me.
Soon enough, I had people reading all these insane notions and emotionally charged ramblings. I never started out thinking that anyone would read it. It really just started out as a diary, but one I couldn’t destroy by writing my shopping list in or drawing on the blank pages, tearing pages out to use as paper balls my cat could keep himself occupied with.

For a while, knowing other people were reading my thoughts really made me feel awkward. I felt so exposed and naked. I was afraid I’d write something someone would find offensive, or I’d hurt someones feelings inadvertantly. I had to make the decision then to either shut up shop, start another journal under a pseudonym or just take it all in my stride, and keep writing, regardless of the consequences. It was a hard decision to make, and over the years, I’ve thought plenty about whether I made the right choice. There’s been a multitude of times I’ve annoyed, challenged, angered or pissed people off with my writing, but for every one of those instances I’ve made someone laugh, or made someone feel as though they’re not as alone as they thought they might be, and that makes me feel as though I made the right choice in continuing to write so openly.

Sometimes it can be difficult keeping this blog up. Not because of criticism, but purely because of content. In the last year or so, I’ve come to wonder whether people really want to hear about my daily comings and goings. I never wanted my journal to be bland. Knowing nowadays that I have an audience who check back frequently to see if I’ve updated, I worry about letting them down. I’m sure they’d deal if I had nothing to say but I’m a people pleaser…though some would argue that point. I figure if people are going to make the effort to look at my blog, I should have something interesting for them to read. The content in my journal is a direct reflection on whether my life is ebbing or peaking or on a downward spiral into some firey emotion. The best stuff comes when I’m feeling incredibly strong emotions, like love, fear, depression, desperation, anger… For some reason, the happier scale of emotions don’t really make for such wonderful blog fodder. Ofcourse, the best stuff always come from unrequieted love… which thankfully doesn’t feature as often anymore.

Do I care about the criticism I get via my journal? Sometimes, yes. I think it would be fairly arrogant for me not to. I’m a particularly sensitive person, regardless of the kind of vibe you may get from me online. Quite often, I think I come across as a bit of a hard arse, but really I’m like a Caramello Koala. Hard chocolate outside, gooey caramel centre. I’m a Koala with issues. Plenty of them.
I’ve questioned whether or not I’m a good person after reading comments from people. And then, in the midst of my wallowing, my Mum will call and tell me that ’so and so’ is a dickhead and they’re talking out their arse. That’s right… My mum reads ever word of this journal. It’s my mums opinion that matters more to me than anyone else in the entire world, and if my Mum still thinks I’m a good egg, then I know I’m doing alright. And trust me, my mum is the kinda bird who would pull me up on something if she thought I needed it, and has done so plenty.

Anyway, where do I see this journal going? Well, I’d like to do lots of things with it. I’ve thought about some podcasts or videoblogs…but they’ll have to wait til I get a new PC sometime around December. I want to be more adament about updating it on a regular basis, so I’m going to buy this book. Can’t go wrong with some fresh ideas.

I know a lot of you read this, without ever commenting, but it would be nice to hear from some of you sometime.

Phwoar

Holy Shit.. It’s the first really warm day we’ve had since Summer and I’m melting! 29 degrees! Where has my Summer Stamina gone?

The Seratonin Kicks In

Yesterday Teeda and I talked, and everything is once again, fine and dandy. Once we’d hugged and exchanged I love you’s, as we always do after any sort of discussion about our friendship, I felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and finally, the Seratonin kicked back in and I started feeling fine. I think the tension I’d been holding in about my relationship with Teeds was enough to make me feel quite low, which makes sense, given she’s my best friend and so very very rarely do we ever not see eye to eye.

In response to a comment by ‘Phoebe’ which read

are you turning on teeda now. I thought it mightve been a matter of time before she knew what a louse you were.

We’ve known eachother for 11 years. I don’t often feel compelled to answer spiteful comments in my journal, but questioning my friendship with Teeds is guaranteed to get you a swift response. So here it is:

No single person, who has met me in person or otherwise, has ever ever had the gall to question my love for this girl. She is my family. We have had a total of 3 ‘arguments’ in the past, none which lasted more than an hour in duration, all of which were resolved with us telling eachother we love the other, and would be lost without them. And I would. The relationship Teeda and I share has been the most rewarding relationship I’ve ever had. To question my loyalty to her is the by far the most hurtful comment I’ve ever recieved in this journal, but it’s also by far the most ridiculous comment to be posted here. Most other comments at least have some degree of truth to them, ie: “slut” - I like sex!, “bitch”- true, absolutely. I can be a complete bitch both deliberately, and inadvertantly. “fat”- totally. I’m a fattyboomba. Not hiding that fact. “You have the biggest bin EVER!!!”- While this may not be true, I do have a bin. In my Kitchen no less. Actually, the comment about my bin may give the comment in question a run for it’s money in the Most Ridiculous catergory.
So there you have it. Attack me in any other way you see fit if you believe it to be the truth, but know this; I would die if it meant this girl didn’t have to feel one ounce of pain in her life ever again. If that makes me a louse friend, then baby, I need more Lice in my life!

On a lighter note, here is an actual picture of the bin in question!

You have the biggest garbage bin ever in the kitchen and it’s always full
-”Sarah” aka Bigfoot as commented Sept 15th, 2006

I always figured the point of a bin was to fill it, then empty it, repeat as necessary. You’ll also see, much to my disappointment, that I don’t actually own the ‘biggest bin ever’. I think it’s once of those twenty litre ones, with the flippy lid. Dude, if I had my way, I’d just drop my rubbish on the floor, and buy a goat to follow me everywhere I went.

So now that I’m feeling chipper again, I’ve decided I need a hair cut! I know I definetely need a trim, but should I take the plunge and get a new do? I’m not sure…It’s taken me so long to grow out of that stupid short fringe mullet thing that plagued me over the Summer.

Here’s some pics of what my hair looks like now…

We had a BBQ at our place today, and I have plenty of pics to upload. I’ll do that during the week once we find the cable for the camera. I hope everyone had a great weekend! Will update more tomorrow, but at the moment I’m in the beginnings of an onset of a Cold, so I should go to bed!

GoonyGooGoo

You know exactly what it means. And I know exactly who you are.
Shove your insane comments back into your badly packed souvlaki, you Bigfoot.