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Friends, Family, Food

So I had this crazy notion that James and I were getting our friendship back on track after our brief but honest chat on NYE and in the emails following. But it would appear I was mistaken and we’re back to the whole not talking thing which gives me the shits no end. Why write and then not reply? Or leave a comment in my blog and then not respond when I answer it? Meh, it’s like our friendship is a Photoshop document…many layers and filters.

A big shout out to the Mothership who kicked arse on her surprise test at work today. “Wahoooo! (Clown Icon)” That will make no sense to anyone but her.

Went for dinner with the girls in Springvale tonight. Man, I can’t keep myself away from that place. There was delicious vermicelli with prawn spring rolls. I’d quite possibly walk over broken glass for that dish…then again, I’m a fat chick so that’s not a ridiculously far out thing to say. They also make the yummiest Pineapple and Coconut smoothies! Thanks to Loz who shouted me dinner Mwah.

I have a job interview on Friday morning. Don’t get too excited, it’s not for a particularly exciting job but it’s local and easy and it could be a go-er. The woman said she’s filled the positions she advertised, but might have another vacancy depending on how things go, so we’ll just play the waiting game and see how it turns out.

Under the Blacklight

Things have changed again on the home front. I forgot to mention a few months back that the kids we had living with us ended up fucking off one day, without paying bills or rent, so we ended up royally screwed. Thankfully, Karishma was looking for some where to live, and go figure, she thought she could put up with the likes of us and 3 cats. She’s been an awesome house mate. I still can’t get over how well we get along when living together. We’ve known each other for years and never been super tight, but we’ve both got very strong personalities so I really had reservations that we’d clash. Turns out, she’s a Caramello Koala like me…hard chocolate outside, gooey caramel centre, and she’s been fantastic to live with.
Nate on the other hand who I love and while, great to live with, is the kind of house mate that makes you want to scream. Every few months, he meets a girl, loses his mind and decides he wants to move in with them. In December, he had plans to move to Tasmania, which is what prompted my post about the likelihood of me becoming a travelling hobo roaming the streets. Of course, he broke up with the girl he was moving to Tassie for, and decided to stay in Melbourne for another 12 months. Guaranteed. I told him I wouldn’t sign the lease again if he wasn’t willing to commit to another 12 months. Sure, no problem… Well, that was the plan, til he met a new girl and no later than 2 months later, he’s decided to up and move to Buttfuck Nowhere, country Victoria. I haven’t seen him in God knows how long, he’s been staying with her for the last month and a half, but apparently he has put some ads online looking for a new house mate. I have told him I won’t be pushed into taking on housemates like the kids who lived here (at his insistence…I was being “judgemental” by saying I thought they would rip us off…ha!) just so he can get out of the lease. We’re looking for a professional male who’s happy to live outside in the bungalow, who comes and goes as he pleases and isn’t going to be bringing moronic friends to the house. If you know someone who fits this description, hell, it might even be you…drop me a line.

I think I have a brain tumour. I have this lump on my head, which will probably turn out to be some sort of cyst (eww), and it hurts like buggery. It’s causing half my head to hurt! Knowing my luck, it’ll be some sort of parasitic twin that didn’t form properly in the womb. IF that’s the case, I’m quitting this life and starting anew as a carney in the Freakshow.

In any case, I certainly won’t be the hunchback freak of the travelling circus, thanks to the Mothership and the old man. They were awesome enough to get me a new mattress for my birthday, and I’ll be fucked if it isn’t the most comfortable thing of all time. There’s a high probability that if you’re reading this, I’ve slept with you at some point you’ve been to my house and sat on my bed, so you would know my old mattress was less comfortable than a sweeping of hay in a corner. The new mattress is so thick and comfy, it almost makes my bed look like a loft bed! I’m thinking I might need some sort of step ladder just to climb atop of it every night. I’m giddy just thinking about how perfectly comfortable my new bed is, which is a dangerous thing given my propensity to spend an insane amount of time in bed as it is.
While I love my new mattress with all my newly aligned spine, I will miss the old one. Every person I’ve ever slept with has shagged on that bed at some point, so invariably, it holds a lot of…memories. Granted, if the CSI team shone the blue light over it, it would light up like Chernobyl, putting most Formulae One motels to shame. Goodbye shitful blue mattress with your lack of spinal support, we had a lot of good times but now it’s time for you to be dragged onto the nature strip, the way of all soiled mattresses, waiting patiently for a scavenger to pick you up and give you a good home in a spare room somewhere. RIP 1998-2008. You will be sadly missed.

It turns out I suck at editing movies and I have a stockpile on my hard drive of everything I’ve filmed since Xmas. I’m thinking about just releasing it as a “best of” compilation, rather than trying to make 6 or 7 lack lustre youtube clips that no one will ever watch anyway. I promise to get it done in the next few days.

That’s about all I’ve got for the moment. Hope things are awesome for you

Finally at Peace

Today they buried Emma.
After the years of abuse she endured at the hands of a trusted Parish Priest, she might finally have some peace at last.
While we weren’t close friends at High School, I’m so very sad and angered by her passing. It makes me sick to think that he stole, not just her childhood, but the life she could have had if she hadn’t had to endure the painful memories of being violated by someone she should have been able to trust. He was a Priest. A ‘man of God’ who, behind closed doors, was procuring young victims, like Emma and her sister, and sexually assaulting them. And the Church fucking knew. They just moved him around, Parish to Parish, to destroy the lives of other children.
There is not enough apologizing the Catholic Church could do to this family. They’ve endured this pain for the last 15 years. Kevin ODonnell, her molester, got 15 months in jail. Where is the justice in that? The only comfort we can take now, is the fact that he is dead and can no longer abuse the position of trust he once held. But that’s just one Priest. There are so many other clergy who have destroyed the lives of their victims who are yet to face any sort of punishment. It’s sickening. The Catholic Church should be ashamed of themselves for allowing this epidemic of pedophilia to go on for so long. It’s about time they took stock of themselves and punished those bastards who hide their sick perversions under ordained robes. And hopefully, it will be families like Emmas who lead the way in acquiring public support that will force the Church to do this.
The Church will never be able to give a grieving family back their eldest daughter. They will never take away the pain her family felt as they watched her fight the demons that haunted her for so many years. But here’s hoping her families determination and strength to bring this to the publics attention will prevent another young life from being destroyed.

Emma’s Story
Emma’s Final Farewell 

Intermission

Birthday was great. I have video to edit and upload. Will elaborate when I have the photos and vids.

A Note For James(A4E);  I’m replying to the emails you’ve sent, but I don’t know if you’re getting them. Send me a note to let me know if you are or not. 

Officially 26

It’s my Happy Birthday! I’m 26 today. Fuck me swingin, when did I get this old?

Dinner with the folks tonight. Awesome. BBQ tomorrow with a handful of close mates. Can’t wait.

Pussy

Chucky came home with a limp a few weeks ago. We brushed it off as him having failed at an attempt to perform graceful feline gymnastics and thought nothing more of it. But the limp persisted and he started to drop a lot of weight, so I convinced Nate he needed to go to the vet. They kept Chucky in over night for observation and for the convenience of being able to perform X rays early the next morning. Little Norris fretted all night without his brother and partner in crime, even going so far as to curl up in bed with me, which is most unlike Norri. The next afternoon we went to pick up Chucky and take a look at his X rays…apparently he has some sort of degenerative bone disease in his hip, that had likely caused a fracture when he’s jumped from a height greater than is safe for a fat orange cat reminiscent of Garfield on one of his laziest days.
The cost of the injury to parents of aforementioned cat…”Probably under $1,000…Definitely no more than $2,000″ Good grief Charlie Brown! Thankfully, the Vet gave us some anti inflammatories to pop into his food at night, and for the last 5 days he’s become more like his old self. He’s bounding around like a freakin deer, he’s back to stalking your unfinished dinner plate and generally acting more like his annoyingly cute self, which delights me no end! Hopefully, it will continue to make him comfortable til funds are procured to have his ‘femoral head and neck’ surgery. Any and all donations can be made to the “Chucky you fat fuck, you broke your hip” fund.

I got a Handycam for Xmas from the parentals. It’s gorgeous and black and silver and touch screen-y and perfect! I guess the plan is to start uploading some decent video posts, but I haven’t got around to it yet because with the weather as hot as it is, I’ve been getting around the house in as little as possible and closely resemble a waxed Yetti. It’s stuff you have no desire to see, lest you desire a sight more tragic and frightful than 2 girls 1 cup. Let me get my stuff in order, tidy my room, straighten my hair and perhaps I’ll upload something for your viewing pleasure.

I came close to my first root after 12 months of self imposed celibacy the other night. I stopped short of doing anything past hand action, which was actually kind of liberating. It slowed things down knowing that we didn’t have to rush into sex. It had been forever since I had just laid in bed with a guy, kissing and touching and fooling around. I didn’t even think about pulling out my signature move (read: great head) which made me feel that perhaps the 12 months I spent knitting and generally keeping my hands busy, have paid off to some degree. I learnt I could have a good time with someone and not feel like I have to put out for them to enjoy my company. That said, he’s been pretty distant since our encounter, so perhaps he wasn’t as happy about the no sex thing as I was, but that’s all much of a muchness. He’s a lovely guy but there was little to no chemistry. But wow, I can’t remember the last time I was with a guy and didn’t feel obligated (by my own sense of low self esteem) to blow their mind with sex. I feel really good about it. Horny as fuck, but better for the experience.

Anyways, I have to work on a better theme for the layout of my blog. The last one was causing some issues on peoples PC’s, and this one kinda leaves me feeling like a gradient loving goth. Rest assured, I will work out a happy medium to please everyone
Love Prue

2008

Wishing everyone a happy and safe New Year filled with hot sex, creative inspiration and icy cold Coke.