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If this week sucked any harder, it would be a porno sponsored by Hoover. Moving sucks, and I’d tell you all about it if you hadn’t heard the same story about a dozen times before! Seriously, how the fuck do I acquire so much shit? Thankfully, the Landlord let us have the keys a few days early, so we’ve been able to take boxes and bags over the new house, but it’s not until tomorrow morning that we’ll have all the furniture in there. It’s great that we didn’t have to do it all on one day, but when you do it over the course of a week, it’s easy to get over the excitement of moving.

After we get all the new crap to the new house, I’m coming back here to start cleaning with Nate (who has decided to grace us with his presence lol) and the rest of the girls are going to put the house together.
Until we get a phone number on Tuesday (Optus Wireless homephone ftw!), I can’t organise any Internets so I might be away for a while. Hopefully, I’ll be able to find somewhere to check it til the crisis is averted.

Btw, a note to you… I thought you’d have written by now? Or is this it?

I have to be up early tomorrow but I might be able to update with some photos tomorrow. If not, I’ll catch you all soon

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We went and signed the lease on Saturday. You can’t imagine what a relief it is to have found a place and settled the whole living situation out. This week will be a busy one, packing and trying to offload all the shit I can. I’m gonna try and travel as lightly as I can.

Mystery Illness still plagues me. Really bad cough + fatigue + hurling once/twice daily= Miserable Prue.
When I go and get my Implanon taken out on Thursday, I’ll try and make an appointment to see the doctor about it. I’ve gotta go to Monash to have it taken out under ultrasound because it’s the initial insertion was too deep which sucks, but small price to pay given it’s been such an awesome contraceptive. Viva la Implanon! I’m going to have another shoved thru my arm next week sometime.

Fuck, I just realised I’m probably going to have a bitchin sore arm when I’m moving house on the weekend! Boooo! Hiss!!

I finally got around to changing the blonde foils in my hair to red. It looks so much better! Between being sick the past 3 weeks and feeling super self conscious about my hair, I’ve felt fairly average lately. Plus, I had this huge argument with James during the week so yeah, the past week or so has had it ups and downs.

I told you Collie Cat came home yes? The bloody knob was in my neighbours garage! She ran in there to take cover from the rain…which intrigues me, given that she has a garage here that she could lurk in all day if it took her fancy! She’s lucky I love her to death, coz otherwise she’d drive me crazy.

Anyways, I have stuff to move to the new house in the morning, so I gotta hit the sack.

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It’s early and I haven’t been able to sleep because Collie Cat didn’t come home last night. I hate it when she pulls these late night capers because it makes me feel like an arsehole pet owner and super irresponsible.
I’m sure she’s probably taken cover somewhere to avoid the inclement weather or is stuck in someones garage and will be home for breakfast soon enough, or at least that’s the way it’d better go or I’ll be an unhappy and pedantic camper.

The last few weeks I’ve been really sick. For over a week, I couldn’t keep any food down at all. It was odd…I wouldn’t feel nauseous, I’d just get the overwhelming sensation of wanting to be sick. Combine that with being super fatigued and the kind of coughing that would put an Emphysema patient to shame and that’s been my life for the last 2 weeks. Thankfully the hurling has ceased, but the cough is lingering and I’m flat out knackered at the moment.

Lucky for me, today brought with it good news. We have finally found a place to live! It totally fell into our laps and the Landlady adores us! It’s in Aspendale Gardens…2 storey, 4 bedrooms plus study, ducks that live in the ceiling and blow down hot and cold air, a freakin dishwasher and would you believe, she’s cool with pets!? Fuck, it’s such a relief to have finally found somewhere. I’ve been so stressed out here the past 3 months. Money issues, problems with our Landlord generally being a cunt…that sorta thing. Plus, house hunting was honestly driving me to tears. Any time we found a place that was suitable, it was out of our price range, out of someones comfort zone for proximity to work/family/station…and the houses we did see and apply for, we were beaten out by families and couples. It really has just been a fairly shitty month or so.

So finding a house is one thing on the list crossed off. The others items are now packing and moving (if you know me, you’ll know what a freakin hoarder I am!) and getting the bond back here which I’ve heard from previous tenants could be hard work. This is meant to be in 2 weeks time.

You know what else will be happening in 2 weeks time? I’ll be coming off my medication. Won’t that be a barrell of fun! Oh and I also have to have my wisdom teeth removed on June 19th. So you know, all in all, I’m shitting my pants with stress going to cope wonderfully with all of these issues. *grumble*

Anyway, I’m off to bed to wait for Collie cat to come home.

x

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WE HAVE A HOUSE!

that is all.

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1. She laughs at fart jokes. And I mean, really heartily laughs. Sometimes she laughs so hard that tears stream down her face. How can you not love that?

2. She dances like Mick Jagger. It doesn’t matter where mum is, or what she’s wearing… if she hears the intro riffs to Satisfaction, she begins to morph into Mick Jagger. Her lips get all pouty and big, she pulls her head into her neck, her jaw locks up and her eyebrow rises up slightly and she struts up and down and around in circles. I’ve seen her do this naked at home, clothed at the shops, in the car… She rocks out as the Jagman.

3. Sometimes, when she’s lost her mind completely, she’ll pull her jumper over her head and scream “bunghole, bunghole, aoijaslkdjafosijdlakjsldkj” Then she laughs and says how much she enjoys the “Itchy and Scratchy Bum” show…. Lucky for me, I can decipher that she means she likes “Beavis and Butthead”.

4. If you need advice, she’s got some. And you can ask her about anything. My friends regularly come to her for all kinds of advice, but mostly for the sex and love kinda stuff. I love that she always had advice for people, but never in that pushy shove it in your face way.

5. She will whip your arse at Trivial Pursuit.

6. She Blogs!

7. She knows the backstory to just about everyone I’m friends with online and remembers your names! That says 2 things… one; Geekiness is a generic trait and two: we’re both legends with too much time on our hands

8. She doesn’t totally hate the idea of the “MAMA” tattoo I want!

9. She’s always on my side, regardless of the situation. That’s fierce. I love that about her!

10. She always makes me laugh… even when we’re driving eachother insane, we laugh.

Happy Mothers Day Mama.
Rock out with your Cock out.

<3 Pruey

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I feel like shit at the moment. I have this cold/flu thing that has been circulating amongst my friends and it’s totally wiped me out. All I’ve wanted to do is sleep…yes, even more than usual. People always look at me strangely when I say this, but surely I’m not the only person who’s skin hurts when they are unwell? Like, my skin is so sensitive and it aches so badly when I’m crook, but every time I’ve told people that they look at me like I’m the Bearded Lady’s even beardier and more portly conjoined twin. I just get that “WTF?” look.

If I wasn’t feeling so average, I’d be excited to tell you that we finally got a heater today! Yeah, so it took 6 months to come but it’s here…I think they were hoping we’d have left before they had to actually replace it. But at the rate we’re going, we could be here right up until the last possible day. Rental inspections are at ridiculous times like 1.40pm-1.50pm on a Monday, so it’s hard for everyone to see the properties, and even if they have been suitable, landlords can be so fussy now that they don’t take the first eligible applicant…they can pick and chose exactly who they want coz demand outweighs supply. It’s insane. The prices we’re looking at paying are twice what it would have cost a year or 2 ago. Shithouse.

Anyway, that’s about all I can tell you at the moment. I’m too knackered to write about anything else tonight. Stay tuned.

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There’s so much stuff happening right now, I can only bring myself to write in dot points.

House hunting. Oh for the love of Christ’s pet cat, finding a house is proving to be an absolute pain in the arse. “We’ll call you closer to the inspection date that we haven’t arranged yet”, “It’s under application”, “It should have been removed from the site, sorry”…If I hear any one of these one more time this week, I swear I will scream.

Coke Addict. Well, I’ve finally done it. I’ve given up the CocaCola and it’s proving to be harder than I thought. Man, I’ve been so short with people this week and I’ve been so tired and snappy! To make matters worse, I have replaced my addiction with water, and now it seems to be flushing a heap of toxins out of my body which has made my face all gross and zitty. In the future, perhaps I can incorporate it back into my life, but I think I need to go cold turkey to begin with… Extreme, I know, but I was drinking close to 2litres a day. If I don’t stop, I’m totally gonna get the diabetus.

Freezing Cold. So finally, some prick came around to fix the heater, but instead he took it away and now it can’t be replaced for another few days. I won’t have heat til next week at this point. Oh yeah, sure no biggie… I’ve only been waiting 6 months for you to get it fucking working! And then when you take it, be sure to leave a big gaping fucking hole in my wall that makes the house EVEN colder and has proven to be a lovely entrance for some big fuck off vermin. Yes, I have a rat or a mouse. I’m not exactly sure that it is “big” or “fuck off” in size, but I can hear him creeping around at night and Columbo is onto him too. Stupid bloody electrician for not covering up the hole!  The whole time I’ve been nice as pie to my real estate agent, but man, I really think I’m gonna have to get a bit narky on the phone about it tomorrow. Meh, I probably won’t and I’ll probably be lovely, coz I’m weak as piss and she can’t conjure a heater out of hot air, can she?

Bad Egg. I’m supposed to copy a cd for a friend and organize a few dvd’s for my dad, but I haven’t done either of them yet. God knows why, I just have had fuck all motivation the last week or 2.

Daydreams. There’s this situation with this guy and I asked him something and I don’t know what his decision is but the anticipation of his answer is driving me crazy. I don’t want to push him or anything, but it keeps swirling round my head all the time and it’s hard not to think of.

Bitching. From now on, I am going to try and model myself on the 3 wise monkeys.

Homework. Shrink wants me to think of what I want to be when I grow up? Fuck, I have no clue. Really, I don’t. It’s something that I really need to think about.

Anyway, I’m done with my dot points. I have a house to inspect tomorrow morning, so I need some shut eye.

Keep it real homies.

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So I went to the Dentist the other day to finally arrange having my top 2 Wisdom teeth out. I was really worried and anxious about what the Dentist would be like…Most I’ve seen have been terrible. But this guy was lovely! He reminded me of Hector Alezondo… you know the guy from Pretty Woman and Chicago Hope? The mere fact he looked like someone I like put me at ease instantly. He told me he’d be able to take them out in 30 mins! Could you believe it? I told him he’d want to do a good job of it, because the last Dentist I saw ended up on THE LIST. He laughed and told me he’d use plenty of Anesthetic to make sure he doesn’t end up on THE LIST. So now that that is sorted and I have an appointment to have my teeth out, I’m feeling much more relieved. 19th June…. c’mon June!

Speaking of the 19th of June, that’s the last day of my Lease here. I told you my Landlord gave me a notice to vacate yes? What a cunt. But then again, it’s totally for the best coz this house is falling apart and my Lanlord is an absolute arsehole. Although, looking for a house at the moment is a nightmare. Seriously, a total nightmare. We applied for a place last week in Parkdale… we were the first ones in with an application… we gave them a folder that had everyones payslips and references in it, and still we didn’t get the house. They gave it to the couple with the baby on the way. Fuck couples in the arse! They are the bane of my existence at the moment. They are thwarting every chance we have at finding a place to live.
The pressure to find somewhere to live is mounting. The fact that Nate isn’t paying the rent here certainly isn’t helping matters! I’m in constant fear of falling 14 days behind in the rent and having them evict us even earlier than June. So yes, as you can tell, the housing issue is definitely a big stress for me right now.

The other day a guy I know told me that I was a spectacular woman and that any man would be lucky to snag me. It totally made my day. It was really sweet to hear someone say that.

In other news, I am ridiculously horny and need to get back on the horse soon. 12 months is a long time my friends. I think I’ve missed kissing more than anything to be honest…oh and spooning. Can’t forget spooning.

Any and all donations of AA Batteries and/or housing gladly accepted.

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I wasn’t quite as nervous going to the Shrink as I thought I’d be. I guess because I’d met her a few times before there wasn’t the unknown factor lurking in the back of my mind that would normally make me super anxious. Turns out, I was right to be comfortable and calm about it because she’s wonderful. My shrink, who’ll henceforth be known as ‘Shrink’, is about the same age as my mum. She’s lovely and funny and has a very nurturing aura about her that put me at ease straight away.
These first two sessions we’ve spent with her getting to know me. I’ve just talked and talked and she’s listened and told anecdotes and interacted with me like you would a friend, albeit a friend you pay to hang out with. I really feel like we’re on the same wave length and her suggestions have made me feel empowered, which is something I haven’t felt for a long time.

We’ve talked about family, friends, relationships, past therapists, dentists, having kids, my Endo, suicide, ‘beige’, books, theories. I haven’t felt ‘under the microscope’ at all, which is something that has surprised me.  I expected to be judged and analyzed but instead I feel safe and confidant that she sees me as a whole person, not just the screwed up bits.

My first weeks homework was to identify my ‘cycle’… I promise, there’ll be no talk of ovulation.

Basically, here’s how it goes when I start to meander off track.

Beige settles in for whatever reason. Because I feel down, I isolate myself and avoid friends. I worry that I’ve upset my friends by avoiding them so I don’t call them for support. Instead, I stay in my room alone, where I’m left with only my thoughts so they begin to fester and they get worse. I find it hard to sleep with those kind of thoughts in my head, so I sleep all day and can’t sleep at night. This throws my body out of whack and I begin to feel worse. I lose motivation to do daily things like move, bathe, eat or take my medication. Without my meds, I get worse and at my worst, I can’t get out of bed. This means, I don’t put in my centrelink form because I can’t muster the motivation to get there. Without being paid, I don’t have money to buy my medication. So the cycle just gets worse until I call Mum and she fills my prescription and organizes to get me to Centrelink. This makes me feel like I have some semblence of control again, and I start back on my meds. My mood improves and a week later, I’m back to ‘normal’.   This happens every 3 months or so, sometimes more, sometimes less. It can vary in severity, who helps, how I deal with feeling so down, but essentially that’s the general pattern.

My second weeks homework is to identify the signs of ‘beige’ and put together an evacuation plan, so to speak;

Start to feel beige… what should I do?

-Play with Columbo
-Sit outside in the sunshine and have a few ciggies
-Have a shower and wash my hair, shave my legs, pluck eyebrows
-Call a friend and make plans and ask them to make sure I don’t cancel
-Go for a walk…doesn’t have to be a long one, just get moving.
-Go to the folks for the evening
-Write how I’m feeling in my blog, even if I have to make it a private entry
-Visit Cuteoverload.com
-Have a snooze, but only after I’ve had a shower
-Go to bed early
-Call and talk to Mum

I have to think of some more…if you have suggestions, feel free to leave a comment, that’d be awesome.
Anyway, thanks for reading all of this. Some of this might get a bit boring for you or a bit “TMI”, so it’s cool if you wanna skip it.
But I really appreciate the support I’ve had and this is a really big deal for me, so it means a lot.
Thanks guys (you know who you are)

xoxoxox

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Last weekend, I went out on Saturday night. No biggie for most people, but I haven’t been OUT out on a Saturday night for years. And cop this, I didn’t freak out at all. I didn’t have to leave early. I didn’t feel sick. I didn’t spend all night in the can or hiding somewhere. In fact, I did quite the opposite. I danced my arse off and got sweaty with masses of gorgeous gay boys at the Greyhound. Their drag show is brilliant and stars the talent of one Queen who is the spitting image of Liza Manelli! She was fucking amazing. I’ll so be back there sometime soon! Anyway, the talent that on offer notwithstanding, the most exciting part of the night was…well…me. The fact that I could be okay in a loud and sweaty and crowded pub without feeling like I was about to die. The fact I was there with friends I trust, in a non threatening environment certainly made me feel much more at ease and while I’m not likely to become a party animal any time soon, it’s nice to know I can be a party insect when I need to be.

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 A few weeks back, I yelled at an old man in public. Not just yelled, but swore at him too. And it felt gooooood.
I was in the car with mum, parking at the Shopping Centre and this old guy plowed into a parked van. He hit it so hard, he struggled to release his own car from the bingle. He stopped for a few seconds, looked around to see if anyone was watching and then proceeded to reverse out and go on his way. That shit is so not on, so I got out of the Vulva and approached his car. Apparently his driving had caused another girl to have to brake quite hard and so she’d wound down her window to give him a piece of her mind, so when I got to him he was mouthing off at this poor chick calling her a ‘fucking bitch’. I knocked on his passengers side window and asked him if he’d planned on leaving his name and number on the car he’d hit. He was already super agitated and aggressive so he started yelling at me that he ‘hadn’t hit it at all’ and then he was all ‘I barely touched it’ and I replied that it was common courtesy to leave your details if you hit someones car and if he didn’t, I’d gladly leave his rego number in a note on the other cars windscreen. Oh man, he cracked it big time… He got out of the car and started following me, screaming that it wasn’t his fault and that the ‘fuckin’ Chinese girl’ he’d cut off before had caused him to do it…’it was her fault’… I yelled back at him “Yup, and I’m sure she’s stealing our jobs too!”  That’s when he told me I was ‘a fat cunt who should go on a diet.’…“Sorry??! Fuck YOU old man!” I shouted at him in the most condescending tone I could muster. Oh fuck, it was priceless. I could see he was starting to get all red and for a moment, I actually thought he might have a heart attack and drop dead! Mum and I laughed about it all afternoon. And just to prove a point, I left his details on the car he hit and later that afternoon, the lady owner called me up to tell me how sweet it was for me to do that and how she appreciated it.
She actually ended the phone call by saying “God Bless You…it gives me hope that there are still nice people left in the world…thankyou” Man, I almost teared up when she said that. For some reason, I really felt the emphasis in her voice when she said God Bless You… it was really striking and I felt like she genuinely meant it. It made me feel warm and fuzzy, and even though I don’t know if I believe in a God, it was sweet that she would share her God with me.
Anyway, point of the story is that it’s fun to give an old prick a piece of your mind. It’s without hesitation I award him Cunt O’ The Week.

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So I finally bit the bullet and did something I didn’t think I’d do again… cut a fringe! And I’ll let you in on a little secret…I love it! Why did I wait so long to cut another fringe?! Oh, yeah that’s right…last time I had it done the woman butchered my hair and cut a fringe that would make baby Jesus cry if he were forced to look at it. But wow, my hairdresser did such a good job! I love it!
Wow, I just realised, I have a hairdresser…MY hairdresser! I’ve never had one of those before. I’ve always been the kind of girl who got her hair cut at places like Just Cuts…where they may as well make you take a number, like at the deli. Having “my hairdresser” makes me feel all womanly and grown up.

I’m glad I got a haircut. I’ve been feeling like shit for the last week or so since I wrote my last entry. I miss this guy heaps. I don’t wanna go on and on about it, but let’s just say it’s really made me feel pretty sad and lonely.  There’s so much I want to write but it would make no sense to anyone and it would only keep me awake at night, wondering if I should delete it.

So before I go ahead and make a total cock of myself with words, let me do it with photos.

  <—– I grew finger nails!!!!!!! I’ve been a biter since I was a kid! Yay me.

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So the Shrink went awesomely, but I will post about that tomorrow.

Right now, I’m just feeling really down about the whole situation with this guy I like. I finally sucked it up enough to put an end to it coz I didn’t want to go through the same bullshit I did with MulletAdam and DW. I had to put an end to it, not because I don’t adore him, but because it was just going around in circles and it was never going to end up with us trying to make it work. It would seem like a possibility at times…sometimes it felt like it was really in reach, but then nothing. Well, no, not nothing…we’d both get angry and pissed at each other and then we’d give each other the silent treatment and then it would start again.  I’ve done that in the past and it got me nowhere. It just brought me a whole lotta heartache and so I put my foot down and ended things.  But no…of course he contacts me telling me how much it hurts. If it hurt that much, he’d do something about it. And yeah, the scenario between us might not be ideal, but when is it ever? I heard the same bullshit from MulletAdam for years, when really it was his way of trying to keep me interested so he could have his cake and eat it too…this guy has done exactly the same thing.  Either eat your cake at home and enjoy it, or find a new bakery.
The worst part is, I feel like the biggest cunt in the world writing all of these things. I know it will hurt his feelings if he reads it, but I’m sick of looking after everyones feelings but my own. And right now, I’ve got a metric fucktonne of feelings for this guy who I really thought cared for me and wanted to be with me, that I have to start reigning in and packing away or else it is going to eat me up inside, so excuse me if I sound like a narky bitch.

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Well, tomorrow marks the date of my first appointment with the new Shrink. I’m simultaneously nervous, excited, optimistic, pessimistic and scared shitless. I know I don’t really have a valid reason to be nervous as I’ve met this bird before and she’s nothing but fantastic, but there’s a difference between standing around chatting about my new hair colour and dumping all my neuroses on this poor woman.

The thing I’m most concerned about is having to talk about issues and memories I’d rather not have to think about.  I’m sure Homer Simpson is on to something…“Lisa, the best thing for your mother to do is suppress her fear. Push it deep down inside so that she’ll never annoy us again.” 
I mean, I’m not hiding any huge secrets, but I guess I’m going to have to talk about how I feel about myself, my actions and the actions of other people in my life, and I’m not sure I’m ready to do that. I’ve had some pretty low times in the last ten years and I’ve had some really dark thoughts and it’s going to be hard to talk about all of those things without having to relive those emotions.

Tomorrows session will also be the beginning of the end for Aropax. I’m doing the therapy as an aid to help me to come off Aropax and find a more suitable anti-depressant, one that doesn’t leave me devoid of all motivation, proper sleep patterns and mojo. While I’m excited about the prospect of the return of all of those things, I’m also terrified. Aropax was my saviour when I was so low I couldn’t even see myself still being alive at 26.  It’s been my best friend and my worst enemy. I’m scared that whatever I take next won’t work as well as Aropax has, and I will become the anxiety ridden Prue I was for so long. What if it’s like when I swapped Aropax for Cipromil and I ended up Agoraphobic for 18 months? I was so fucked up, I couldn’t even sleep upstairs in the bed with my boyfriend. Instead, I’d sleep on the couch most nights because I felt safe in the lounge room and the bedroom would fill me with anxiety. In fact, the whole upstairs of our house did. How’s that for screwed up? So as you can see, they weren’t good times and I’m certainly not keen to revisit them, which is why this change in medication is such a big deal for me.

My mum thinks I need to think positively, and that if I keep thinking of the worst case scenario, then I will be jinxing myself from the start. But I guess, I need to think of the worst case scenario to get me through it. It’s hard to explain, but if I can see the absolute worst outcome ever and know that I can  manage it, then anything else doesn’t seem so scary. Plus, I don’t want to get my hopes up too high. I don’t expect this to be some magic cure all and mental illness will probably be something I will struggle with for the rest of my life, but I obviously want some sort of improvement in my quality of life. I would be so disappointed, bitterly so, if I did all this work, failed and I hadn’t contemplated the risk of it not working.  I guess I’m living by the motto “Aim Low, Avoid Disappointment” when it comes to this whole thing.

Anyways, I gotta go and get some sleep, so wish me luck for my appointment. I plan on keeping track of my progress in my blog, so I’ll keep you updated.

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2) I officially hate my Real Estate Agent, My Landlord and Sara “I’ve got a bitch of an attitude” Property Manager. You can all eat a turd sandwich, fuckers.

3) Only a week til my new Shrink appointment. I’m starting to get nervous.

4) Where the fuck has all the weed gone? I have a hankering for chillaxing but I don’t know any guys who know a guy. Do you know a guy?

5)  A  Johnny Holmes sized jeer to the pimple that has erupted on the side of my face. *thumbs down*

6) A small glimmer of joy was brought to me, this week, by way of 36 Faber Castel Textas. So pretty!

7) I’m super broke. C’mon with the money, Nate. I’m tired of waiting.
I have WHITE BITS on all my nails! I’ve been a chronic nail biter since I was a kid, but the past 2 weeks I’ve been growing them and now I have about 2mm of white on each nail. Even though I’m super excited coz they don’t look so hideous anymore, I’m still remarkably tempted to bite them off just to satiate my urge.

This is all the effort I can muster up at this point. My minds temperature gauge is starting to overheat.

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I know that most of the following rambling is completely incoherant, but I was so mad when I wrote it that my fingers momentarily disconnected from my brain! It was an email to Nate to update him about the absolute stupidity of the Real Estate agent we rent through. We put in an application for a new housemate nearly 2 weeks ago and we’ve still not heard back, even after I’ve called repeatedly.  Although a guy has moved in upstairs (think John Jarret in Wolf Creek! ARGH!) and he put in his application days after ours and had his approved. And then I start going on about repairs to the heater, which hasn’t worked for months.

I”M SO FURIOUS at the real estate. I’m about to lodge a complaint with them with the residential tenancies i think.

I”M FURIOUS. 

So yes, that’s the email that I managed to purge most of my rage into while I cried with frustration. Then, I had a falling out with James, just for good measure. So really, today has been fucking swell.

“I know I appear calm, but let the record show that I am expressing my outrage at this situation”

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Why hello Internet! I’ve missed you so much these past 2 weeks without you!

Times they are a changing, again. Nate has officially moved out so Karishma and I have been trying to find a housemate to fill the gap. We’ve found this awesome guy who’s super keen, but the Real Estate/Landlord are fucking us around and taking forever to let us know whether they have approved him or not. I call every day and the Property Manager never bothers to return my calls. I imagine they’ll call pretty quickly when they figure out that without a 3rd housemate, the rent won’t get paid. Seriously, it’s getting ridiculous.

I’ve had a cold for the past 2 weeks and it has sucked the big one. I’m full of goo that has an aftertaste not dissimilar to chicken soup. It’s revolting. I’m meant to eat chicken soup, not being coughing it up and snotting it out!

I’m struggling a bit at the moment with how to tell a friend something that is bugging me, but I don’t want to hurt their feelings. I keep thinking that the problem will go away, but it doesn’t and I don’t know how to bring it up because I know what their actions aren’t intentional. Am I best to just suck it up and get over it? Or should I say something to clear the air but risk hurting their feelings for the sake of my own? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

Speaking of hurt feelings, Nate said something the other day that really pissed me off and I just need to vent. So his girlfriend has just had a baby. No, not his. Anyway, the 3 of them came down to finalize his move and take everything back to wherever it is they live. The bubba is brand new and I was super clucky with her. When I wasn’t holding her, I would gaze at her little facial expressions as she surveyed the room. Anyway, Nate saw me watching her and I must have had that maternal look on my face and he says in a smartarse tone “Why don’t you just have your own? This ones mine”. Oh man, that got me mad. Okay, for starters, he knows damn well that there’s a good chance I can’t have my own kids. It’s not like he isn’t aware of this fact and how sensitive I am about it. But to then rub it in my face that he got to walk into a relationship where his new GF was 8 months pregnant and now he’s calling himself this kids dad, just gave me the absolute shits. I think I shot back something back at him that was nasty, but I can’t remember what it was. I was just so fucking mad and upset that he would say something so ridiculously insensitive. It might sound like I’m blowing it out of proportion, but it really did feel like an super low blow coming from Nate. Meh, just another thing to suck up and get over.

I’m thinking about adding a page to my blog to chronicle the whole Crazy Med change. I think it would be cathartic to have an outlet in which to write freely about the experience without hogging up space here where people might not necessarily want to read it. I’ll set it up in the next few days.

Anyways, send me good vibes for the new housemates application approval. I think I’m gonna need it.

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Ugh, I’m so stuck. I’m trying to design an invite for Jo’s birthday and I’m not happy with anything I come up with. I want her to really love it, because Jo is a very arty kinda gal and it means a lot to me that she like it. I hope inspiration strikes soon.

I’m being distracted from Photoshop by Gords. We’re trying to organize a night to go out next week for dinner. I’ve just told him to come round and I’ll cook, which is probably easier than anything else. We probably won’t even catch up coz he’s prone to piking at the last minute. Plus, I’m a piker from way back so it’s an each way bet on who will cancel first.

On Friday we have people coming to look at the room we’re trying to rent out. We already had one person through and they certainly made no effort to pretend they were less than impressed, which kinda annoyed me. Fair enough if it’s not your cup of tea, but if you could hide your disdain til you leave, it’d be most appreciated. Admittedly, it would be a lot easier to rent out if Nate had taken all his crap out and put the doors back on the wardrobe but what can I do about it? It’s up to him to do it.

Okay, I think I’ve finally finished Jo’s invite. I’m not 100% sure about it though. I guess if she doesn’t like it I can whip up another one in a few hours.

My arse hurts from this chair. Seriously, worst chair ever.

In all my beige-ness I can’t think of anything else to write so yup, that’s it.