PRUE SAYS IT

MEXICAN CAT STAND OFF

2009-12-15T12:13:15Z

TINSEL CAT!!

Went to Savers today to look for clothes. Nothing. Oh well there was vintage black dress but I ended up putting it back coz it was so sheer, I’d have to wear a slip under it all the time and like I’m going to be bothered ever doing that!? But it was fun watching my mum squirm as we walked through the store. Mum hates second hand ‘stuff’. I obviously get my love for scrounging around other peoples trash from my old man. I’m surprised mum didn’t take her antibacterial handwash with her! Also, add the fact that we were in Dandenong into the equation and I wouldn’t have been shocked if she’d busted out the Bio-Hazard suit!

I was just saying to Mum today how awesome it has been to come back here. I honestly thought that we’d all clash and it would just be really stressful living here, but it’s just been like an absolute holiday. I can’t remember the last time I felt this good and happy and healthy and stress free! I’m so lucky to be in the position I am. A lot of people couldn’t come back and live with their folks after ten years away, but the folks have just been so awesome. Yah, even Dad, go figure. I can’t believe how much things have changed between Dad and I in the last 12 months. This time last year, we weren’t even speaking. Not constantly feuding with him has made me so much happier. My family are everything to me, and so the idea of there being ever looming tension between us really made me sad, so for it to have changed and for us to be mates again has been a really big deal. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a douchebag at times, but he’s a douchebag I no longer dislike. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always loved him, but he’s the kind of guy that’s easy to dislike. A bit like me, I guess. He’s hardheaded and opinionated and loud… guess that’s where I get it from. We both put people off side very quickly.

My mum, on the other hand, is one of those people that everyone likes… but don’t fuckin cross her lest ye want the shunnin of a lifetime. It might seem daggy, but the best thing about being here, is getting to spend time with her. I’ve lived out of home for so long that we didn’t often get to just ‘hang out’. It was always coz we had to go somewhere, or do something, but not a lot of casual relaxed one on one time like we have now. There’s nothing like getting to know your parents as an adult. My mum is funny as fuck and never fails to make me laugh. I love her strength of character and her tenacity. More than that, she always has my back. Always. And yeah, you think as a mother, that’s what mothers do… but I’ll tell you what, not all mothers are like her. I’ve seen it for myself. I hope one day, my daughter thinks as much of me, as I do of my mum.

Anyway, I’m off to watch some Foxtel and eat an icey pole. Too hot!!! Boo!

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Crunchy Nut

2009-12-14T11:11:08Z

I’ve lost my Photoshop CS2 disc… I put it away safely so I didn’t lose it and of course, I lost it. This makes me sad.

Actually right now, everything is making me feel sad. Perhaps everything except for the fact I can hear my Dad asking the Cat what he’d like for Christmas. It made me chuckle.

I’m gonna go mope around in the lounge, watch some Foxtel and gnaw on dry Honey Nut Crunch clusters.

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I’m sick in bed and bored out of my head

2009-12-13T04:10:46Z

Ask Me Something, Anything

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Weekend Update

2009-12-12T19:07:08Z

You know, I’d heard about it happening, but I didn’t think anyone ever did it still… but on Friday, I’m walking out of the shopping centre with the trolley, talkin shit to mum and I see this guy coming towards me and he’s smiling like all get out and giving me the eye. I figure if I don’t make eye contact, he won’t say anything but no! He shocks me with the “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” line! Oh and here’s the kicker, wait for it… “I’m sure I’ve seen you at the gym, I’d remember you” all smooth like. Insert snort here. “Yeah…no buddy, I don’t think so, not the gym that’s for sure” But then he goes in for the “Oh….well I’m Sam anyway….what’s your name?” I’m like “Yep, nice to meet ya Chief, take it easy” Fuck I felt so awkward! I’m like dude, please don’t try to pick up chicks in the Dandy Plaza car park! I don’t care how cute you are, given the location, you’re more than likely to stab me with a syringe and steal my Christmas shopping than be a dude I might like to date.

I’ve spent the weekend geeking it up on the new Xmas laptop…that got opened up early…Oh my god it’s sensual. Win 7 is dreamy although I’ve had to tweak it a bit and there’s still a few things I’m totally not sure about usability wise, but all in all, it’s so sexy it kinda makes up for it. Am going to sit outside and write today…just coz I can. Suck on that, wired desktop!

I went Garage Sale-ing with the Old Man this afternoon. It was meant to just be a quick trip up the road, but it turned into a 3 hour scavenge. Am more than happy with my $3 Giant Elvis. It’s tack-o-licious! Elvis and Jesus, side by side and lovin every minute of it. Also scored myself a new George Foreman grill which has me chuffed…I couldn’t say no for 6 bucks. I’ll bust some chicken out on it during the week and give you the assessment then, but I don’t have cause to believe that a man who named all his sons after himself would lie to me about the quality of his lean mean grilling machine.

Just to indulge in the CCL role for a moment, I watched this cool Nat Geo documentary about the domestication of cats and where the first pet cat came from. It was awesome.

My headache is now a sore throat, headache, sore ears and generally feeling shit. I’m into the Vitamin C, the Chloraseptic Throat spray and my Cherry throat drops!! I’m gonna go have a Panadol and hit the sack.

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love <3

2009-12-10T17:16:00Z

love

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Purple Monkey Dishwasher and I cuddling on the bed. I love that she’s such a hugger, she literally puts her arms around me it’s adorable.

I had a headache all day, but around 5pm, I realised it was turning into a Migraine coz my vision went all fucked and my stomach was churning and I felt terrible. I ended up in bed by 9, but woke up at 1am. Now it’s 3.49am and of course I can’t sleep and my heads still so sore. Fuck me swingin, I wish it would just go away.

You’ll have to forgive the last post that wreaked of emo. A few things came up today that sorta jolted me into feeling really lonely. I don’t really wanna go into them but I just had this moment of realisation that I’m 28 in a few weeks time and well, that whole crazy cat lady (CCL) thing is looking pretty likely. Fuck, come on, look at the pic I’m posting this under. I even brushed my cats teeth today! She has Gingivitis and her breath is fuckin rank and I couldn’t handle it anymore. But still, the act of brushing cat teeth screams CCL doesn’t it? Okay, I admit it, I bought her Catnip spray today too! Arghh… one minute you’re just a bird with a cat, the next, you’re washing your army of cats down at the ole swimming hole against a scrubbing board, screaming obscenities at strangers.

Is it illegal to ride my bike on the footpath?? I hate riding on the road, it makes me nervous coz I’m hardly a cycling demon in lycra, so I feel like a bit of a danger to myself. Instead, I ride on the footpath and just keep a frantic lookout for cars backing out of their drive ways.

I’m going to get Xmas presents today. A new dinner set for mum, coz she’s busting for some plain white Maxwell and Williams sets. I have something else in mind for her too, but I can’t say it here coz she’ll read it and bang, surprise ruined. The old man and I are getting new laptops, which is tres exciting. I’m gonna put up the tree and decorate the house later tonight. There’s only 14 or so sleeps til Xmas, so we’d better get crackin.

Anyway, my head is fuckin pounding and my eyes are killin me, you should have seen the amount of typos I made in this entry. I’m gonna try and get some more sleep so I’m up in time for my appointment in the morning.

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pruesaysit @ 2009-12-10T14:25:00

2009-12-10T04:25:34Z

1 is the loneliest number.

how did things turn out this way?

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Annoyed and Purple

2009-12-09T07:51:38Z

Note to self. Never be the moron to put all the bills in their name when living in a sharehouse, coz it just causes so much fucking stress. I had a major cry about it this afternoon. I’m really pissed off because one of my ex housies is going out of their way to avoid me and lying to me about having paid the bills and I’m just fucking fuming. I think the bit that upsets me most is that it feels like they’re going to write off this friendship rather than just pay the $400 dollars or so worth of bills. I’m more than likely going to end up having to pay their share of the bills which pisses me off after I went out of my way time and time again to help this person financially, while we were living together…even though they earn an exorbitant salary, which is a complete kick in the guts. Way to make me feel like shit, thanks. At least the other people who owe me money have the courtesy to pick up the phone.

The one positive from today is that I got the Mothership (aka The Hairdressing Fairy) to colour my massive mane of hair. It’s Violet Black, so it looks purple in the light. I gave Bumbles a little purple mohawk too. It’s very sassy.

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Playdoh, Cats, Girlychat!

2009-12-07T06:15:49Z

Such a good weekend Yay!!!

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I’ve waited here for you everlong

2009-11-27T16:59:55Z

Feeling good most of the time now. Physically and mentally. I think being able to eat some proper food has given me some more energy, thankgod. I can't believe it's been 14 days since I had surgery. It's still sore on and off, but seriously, I just feel like a different person since. I've probably overdone it a bit in the last few days physically, but I've had the worst cabin fever. But yeah, essentially, fuck I feel the best I have in years and years...I seriously think the gallbladder was an issue for a long longer than I realised, but it just became so normal living with it I didn't realise it was a problem til it got really bad. Because, now that it's out, I feel so much better. Even my skin is better, which is really strange.

I wish I had a mango in front of me right now. I would eat the fuck out of it like you wouldn't believe.

I can't sleep. Listening to Pulp. It has me horny and energetic. I'm going for a ride on my bike and then I'm going to pineapple and coconut juice. Fuck, I love that stuff. I'm addicted to Pineapple and Coconut sunnyboy things I bought the other night at Coles. It tastes like a Coconut read a FHM advice column about BJ's, bought a litre of pineapple juice and came in my mouth!

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R U OK? DAY

2009-11-27T08:04:31Z

RUOKDAY

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R U OK?Day will be held on November 29th, 2009. It is an annual national day of action that aims to get Australians, right across the entire spectrum of society, connecting with friends and loved ones, by reaching out to anyone doing it tough and simply asking: “Are you ok?”

Why start a conversation? Research shows talking about suicide with someone at risk actually reduces the chances of them taking their life. It is the one thing we can all do to make a real difference. R U OK?Day is about prevention, preventing little problems turning into big problems. So it is not just about asking those at immediate risk.

Connection is a crucial part of general health and well being to help in coping with issues such as stressful life events, mental health problems, relationship breakdowns and bereavement.

Staying connected and ensuring your colleagues, friends and loved ones do so as well is as simple as having regular, meaningful, conversations. So every day can be R U OK?Day.

This year on November 29th, all of Australia will be encouraged to ask someone they care about: “Are you ok?” And, if they are, the worst that can happen is they will know you care about them…but if they are not, that conversation could change a life.

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7 flavours of awesome

2009-11-25T12:17:35Z

I went for a walk tonight and I got swooped by a fucking bird. I got swooped yesterday when I cut through the park! What the fuck? I must look particularly suspicious to birds! They can probably feel my terror and disdain for their kind, so perhaps I bring it on myself.
I'm feeling much better today. I've been riding and walking and getting sunshine which always makes me feel good. I like the sun, just not when it's burning the fuck outta my pasty, pasty white skin.

On the weekend I hung out with a girlfriend who had just come back from a trip to the US and she got me the most amazing presents!! Like seriously, a grow my own pink flamingo lawn ornament!! Miracle Toast Jesus on a necklace! (See DailyBooth Photos!) Magnetic Halloween Dress up Jesus! Am I not ridiculously, insanely lucky to have such an awesome friend to indulge my lust for the most ridiculous shit ever!? I'm going to document the Flamingo growth. Expect a photographic journey of awesomeness.

I'm going to buy Windows 7, I've decided. I'm gonna pull apart my PC on the weekend and replace the cpu fan, replace my rooted dvd burner...the tray won't slide open anymore, and back up my hard drive so I'm ready for a fresh install God, it's ridiculous how much this excites me.

Okay, is there any flavour of Extra Juicy cordial that isn't absolutely awesome?? Passion Pine is a total winner!

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Fat talk

2009-11-19T17:04:35Z

Dude, I was so sick today. I swear to Jebus, I was in the can the whole day, and when I wasn't, I was thinking about whether I needed to be on the can. I read that lots of people have similar issues after a Cholesysectomy but I thought coz it hadn't happened in the first few days after surgery, it probably wouldn't. But yep, day 6 was a fucking killer. So not cool. I had two big naps and woke up a bit earlier and took some anti nausea stuff and a painkiller and the Prozac. I hope tonights meds have enough time to actually absorb into my system, coz I've felt really fucking miserable the last few days. No, that's not true. I've had strange moments of feeling great, and then bang! I feel like shit, emotionally. I'm really a bit all over the place at the moment. Something that's really affecting me, both physically and emotionally is my weight loss. If you don't dig reading about weight, this is your cue to spin on.
It feels to me that it's kind of impossible to lose nearly 60kg and not have it affect your head. It feels like it's happened really quickly and it's really hard to get used to a body that doesn't feel like my own. I don't know how to reconcile all the emotions that come with it. Like, how do I pretend that I'm not excited to be able to buy clothes that I actually fucking like? As opposed to taking what I can get at the top end of the big bird sizes and trying to fuck around with it. But then, I'm overcome by huge waves of anger and annoyance that my validation feels like it's coming from what size I can fit into. I get mad that I couldn't buy all the same shit 12 months ago. When I dropped under 100kg, (I'm 95kg now), I felt this strange sense of achievement, and it sickened me that I'd feel that way. I've struggled with a lot of guilt over the way I'm feeling about my weight loss. When I embraced Fat Acceptance, I did it because finally I had found a bunch of people who felt like I did...that weight wasn't a moral issue. I'd never been a self loathing fatty. Sure, I had days where I thought 'fuck, it'd be so much easier to do x,y,z if I wasn't so heavy', or where I looked in the mirror and thought 'Ugh'. That I won't deny. But all in all, weight was something I didn't think much about. And now, I think about it all the time. I don't mean to, but it's hard not to.
I don't know what size to reach for anymore when I shop. Yesterday, I almost fucking fell over in Kmart coz the bra I got was a 16DD. To put it into perspective for you, I haven't been a 16DD since I worked at Kmart as a 16 year old. Yeah, it's awesome to buy a bra that I don't have to go to fucking Seaford to buy (Lisas Lacies, for the uninitiated), but all these other things start running through my brain at the same time, like 'There must be something wrong with the way it's cut for it to fit me', 'They've mistagged it', 'Where did my fucking tits go?' Fuck, seriously, I must just sound like a mental. Meh, you already know I am I guess. I just want to be healthy. I guess all this shit in my head will sort itself out.
Okay, all this time I was feeling like a bad fatty coz I was scared that I'd let the weight loss change my ideals........... and then while I was writing this, this guy from like years and years ago, added me to MSN out of the blue. I told him I was having issues with my self esteem linked to my weight loss. We then got into this HUGE, no pun intended, discussion about weight and seriously... any doubt I had that my passion for Fat Acceptance had been lost along with my weight loss was totally flung out the window. I'm so fired up about some of the stuff he said, it was all that regurgitated shit about how I couldn't have possibly have been healthy at that weight, or my current weight, and how I'd die before him. He's right, I'm not healthy at this weight at all. I'm suffering from malnutrition coz I can't eat, my skin is shit, I have no energy and I have a host of associated medical problems. Go figure though, I didn't have these problems when I was fatter. I was healthier THEN, than I am now. Obviously, this isn't the case for everyone, and it has to be assessed on a case by case basis between an individual and their health care provider, just as all merits of health should be. I can't stand the blanket statement of Fat = Unhealthy, nor that Thin= Healthy. Anyway, thank you Craig for making me realise that having lost this weight hasn't changed who I am inside, like I was so scared it had. I was unnecessarily worried that I hung on to the FA thing because it made me feel validated in a society that makes fatties feel like the anti-christ. I can still be an advocate for Fat Acceptance at 95kg, or at fuckin 50kg. I never let my weight define me at my heaviest, why should I let it define me at my slimmest?

I think i'm done with my rant. I feel so much better for it though. Thanks for just letting me get it out coz it was eating me up inside.

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The night before

2009-11-12T09:11:57Z

I'm such a dork. The only bag I have that I can fit overnight stuff into is my bag from Sacred Heart. Can you tell that a) I don't have cause to go away very often, b) I hold on to crap for far too long and c) I'm not the kind of girl who buys bags. Although, I think I need to change that and buy a bag or two or three. It couldn't hurt.
I went and bought another nightie this arvo at Best and Less. Fuck they have the greatest shit there. Big fan, big fan. I'm lurking around the house in it now. I'm not sure if neon hearts are really my scene, but it's cute and sleeveless, which makes for cool as a cucumber style comfort.
I was chuffed to spend some quality time with Lozzy this morning. Yay for hugs and ciggies and shootin the breeze! It's strange not seeing her every day like I have done for the past few years haha

Alright, well, I think that's all I have to say for tonight. I wanna try and get to bed early coz I have to be at Dandy by 7. The lady from the hospital called to confirm tonight and told me I'm second on the list of procedures and they take two at a time, so I should be first cab off the rank or thereabouts. I'm a little bit scared. Not heaps, but ya know, a little... anyways... I'll tweet from hospital haha so get in on the twitter action if you're not already.

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A Day at the Dong

2009-11-10T09:51:17Z

Waiting at the hospital with my bag of x rays

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I spent the majority of today skulking around Dandenong Hospital, in their Pre-Admission clinic. 3 hours, as expected. It was mostly a lot of waiting around because they were short staffed, but we got everything done and out of the way and I'm good to go for Friday.
I must have been super anxious about today because I had the worst nights sleep last night. I woke up about 20 times. Even the cat cracked the shits eventually with my tossing and turning and decided the floor was a better option, where I wouldn't disturb her. This morning when I got up, I felt hideous. Overtired and nervously sick. It was alright once I got there though. Just feeling relieved that it's only a few days away now. Plus, I was informed that todays General Anesthetics are heaps better than they've been in the past and less likely to cause me to hurl my guts out after I wake up, which was something I was worrying about. Me and GA's don't normally mix very well.

Thanks to the awesome people that have taken the time to write or call and wish me luck for Friday. You guys are the greatest and your support has been hugely appreciated, not just this week, but for the last few months while I've been so miserable. You've been great to put up with my moaning and whinging, both here and IRL, so thank you for all being so awesomely considerate and sweet.

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Bath, Bed and Beyond

2009-11-09T12:47:35Z

If you check out my new Flickr pics, you'll see the Bathroom my dad renovated. The olds had one of the worst bathrooms you'd ever seen, (go, look at the pics, I'll wait), see what I mean? It is now officially an awesome bathroom, so I thought I'd show it off. The Old Man and the Mothership worked their arses off on the job, but it totally paid off. Doing it themselves made it a looooong, tedious and at times, insane project but they saved a stack of cash that they can now put towards the Kitchen reno, which is going to be a fairly big undertaking that will probably need Contractors.
So here's cheers to the efforts of the Parentals and their job well done!

I've been comfortable on a mattress on the floor, since I got here 2 weeks ago but I have to put my bloody bed together tomorrow night otherwise it's going to be a cunt to get up and down off the ground after my op on Friday. Boo. I actually really like a mattress on the floor. I know it's pretty dodgy, but it provides the perfect sitting space to perch at the PC. Once I no longer need the bed, it's outta here and back to living like a filthy hippy.

4 more sleeps til I go for my operation! Tomorrow morning I have my Pre-Admission clinic for 3 hours. I don't know what they're gonna do that takes 3 hours? How long can it take to explain the op, risks and weigh me for anesthetic? Not that I'm complaining, just have no idea why it takes 3 hours but whaddya gonna do eh? I'm starting to get just a liiiiiiiiiiiiiitle bit nervous, not about tomorrow but Friday.

Okay, gotta hit the sack so I'm awake for this thing in the morning. Must find phone and charge it so I have some sort of alarm!

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I’ve been laughing at this every time I see my stats

2009-11-08T03:20:46Z

pikchers of girs how or showing ther wiggy and pum and boobis

That is officially the greatest search term that has ever brought anyone to my blog, which is no mean feat. Honorable mentions to go to

'Ernie+Sigley+Wanker' (self explanatory really, and an affirmation I'm not the only one who thinks this)

'Crimpy Pussies' (what the fuck makes a pussy crimpy, exactly?)

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Drugged up but still dirty

2009-11-04T14:56:54Z

I’ve been in heaps of pain the last few days with my GB. Only 8 more days til it’s out. I’m literally counting down the sleeps, like a kid waiting for Santa. Doctor gave me Oxycontin and more Panadeine Forte. I’m feeling fluffy, but still the pain is pretty bad. I’m thinking if it’s still really bad in the morning, I might go to the Hospital tomorrow coz the Doc said that’s the best plan of attack. It has been a fairly miserable day coz I’ve felt so shithouse. Although, finding a Cunteloupe at the shops did provide me with some lulz.

It's not quite breakfast, it's not quite lunch...but it comes with a slice of Canteloupe at the end!

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Unlucky for some

2009-10-31T11:33:39Z

I’m going to hospital on Friday the 13th!! Less than 2 weeks away! Oh my god, biggest relief ever. Could be sooner, but at this point, it will be 13 days away. I’m not the kind to wish the days away, but I seriously can’t wait. Plus, Friday the 13th to me feels like a good sign… but I’m a strange one like that.

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Just having a whinge, spin on

2009-10-11T15:28:31Z

October 7th, 23:16

If you don’t want to read some bitching and moaning, this is your cue to go and look at Cute Overload or something.
I’m so fucking sick of being sick. I try not to complain too much about it coz I know a lot of pricks have it a lot harder than I do, but for the love of fuck, I’ve lost a third of my body weight. I’m in constant pain. It’s been hard. I’m tired all the bloody time. I’m sick of spending all my time in the toilet hurling. I’m sick of having to take spew bags every fucking where I go! It’s been like this for months and I’m just so over it. I’m tired of being told how I look ‘good’ when I feel like absolute shit inside. I’ve got bad skin, I look like I’ve been punched in the eyes but I look ‘better’ coz I’ve lost some weight. How does that work? And then I feel guilty for resenting peoples well intended compliments. I know they mean well, but something stings when they say it.
I’m even afraid to really say all this because a large majority of people associate weight loss with something positive. For me, it’s been incredibly negative. I didn’t set out to lose weight, it just came as a consequence of being so sick. So dealing with all the bullshit that comes with it is kind of unexpected. I’m also struggling with having a different body. I feel like it’s not even mine. I look in the mirror and it’s so different to what I’ve seen staring back at me for so long that it’s completely foreign. My boobs now resemble Tori Spellings monstrosity of a chest. They’re all lop sided and fucked. I’ve gone from being really confidant about my body to really self conscious.
Nothing I own fits me which makes me feel miserable coz I’m constantly pulling and tugging at clothes that are falling off me. Do you know how many times my pants have fallen down in public recently?? Should be hilarious, I know but yah…not so much. I just really fucking hate it. As a result of feeling so badly physically, I really feel like I’m hitting the limit as to what I can take emotionally. I miss the fuck out of Columbo. I have to move all my shit out of the house within 2 weeks, the thought of which is really overwhelming coz I just don’t have the energy. We’ve had non stop drama with the Landlord, all of which seems to fall on me to deal with it. I’ll be so relieved when we move out not to have to deal with it all. I feel like I’m about 30 seconds from crying all the bloody time. In fact, to be honest, writing all this shit down has made me feel really close to tears. It just feels like there’s too much going on. I just needed to get some of this stuff out coz I can’t keep it all bottled up inside anymore. And now, I’m going to go to bed to have a big fuckin cry and hopefully I’ll wake up feeling better in the morning, emotionally at least.

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I’m gonna miss you Pointy

2009-10-11T15:27:25Z

October 6th, 1:16

I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself in for when I first picked up Columbo. She was a reject from a Breeder and she cried all the way home in the car. I thought it was just because she was in heat, but I soon found out she just happened to talk…all the time. So really, we couldn’t have been a better pair in that way. We bonded straight away. From that night on, it was Collie and I. Actually, for a few brief moments, it was Shelby and I, but I had a change of heart 24 hours in to owning her, coz she didn’t seem like a Shelby, and so Columbo it was, as an homage to Peter Falk’s fuck eyed Detective.

She wasn’t the kind of cat that everyone liked. She had a bitch streak a mile long. It was something I loved about her. She was ballsy. She liked handbags, shoes and butter on bread. She loved to play rough, but she lived to spoon at the end of the night. I miss our sleeping arrangement. We had it down pat. I miss so many things about her. So much so, that I hadn’t been able to write this entry sooner. I figured, maybe she’d come home ? But it’s not going to happen. It’s been 2 months since she’s been missing. My heart is broken. I am just so fucking sad. Yeah yeah, I know…I’m just confirming my position as a crazy cat lady here. But right now, I’m a really fuckin sad cat lady who has just lost the leader of her dark army of cats. Who will do my bidding now??? Bea doesn’t have the mean streak to lead a dark army.
Owning Collie was one of the most awesome things I ever got to do. A cat has never rocked so hard. I hope wherever she is, she’s still kickin it hardcore and giving other cats a hard time. Love you Pussy Gatto.

Pussy Gatto

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having a whinge, just spin on

2009-10-07T13:16:39Z

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I’m gonna miss you Pointy

2009-10-05T15:20:33Z

I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself in for when I first picked up Columbo. She was a reject from a Breeder and she cried all the way home in the car. I thought it was just because she was in heat, but I soon found out she just happened to talk…all the time. So really, we couldn’t have been a better pair in that way. We bonded straight away. From that night on, it was Collie and I. Actually, for a few brief moments, it was Shelby and I, but I had a change of heart 24 hours in to owning her, coz she didn’t seem like a Shelby, and so Columbo it was, as an homage to Peter Falk’s fuck eyed Detective.

Owning Collie was one of the most awesome things I ever got to do. A cat has never rocked so hard. I hope wherever she is, she’s still kickin it hardcore and giving other cats a hard time. Love you Pussy Gatto.

Pussy Gatto

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You’ve got to be joking?

2009-09-30T16:59:23Z

Tonight, someone I knew ten years ago contacted me on Facebook. The sight of this persons name appearing in my Inbox made me freeze, and then I was overwhelmed by a horrible wave of…well, nausea to be honest. Which, for me, is nothing new, but this was different. When I saw his name, I instantly recalled one memory, obscurely, it was the way he smelt. Lynx Africa. Even walking past someone in a shopping centre who is wearing it can be enough to trigger some really sickening memories. His picture made my skin crawl. I can’t believe that fucker would have the audacity to contact me.

Serenity now.

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Bloody Birds

2009-09-28T08:03:15Z

Swooped by Magpie.

Not cool.

Magpie is so going down. Now I just need to bait a worm with poison and wait, lurking quietly in the bushes. Meh. Too much effort. But I did shake my fist at it really hard and try to swat it away with my handbag. It’s not quite the vengeance I was after, but I think it’s all I’m gonna get. Just to rub salt into the wound, Magpie is now sitting on the fence in front of me, only ten meters away. He must be a Mockingbird in his spare time.

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Stupid Stomach

2009-09-26T00:46:36Z

It’s been a long drawn out fucking week. Thankgod I missed the Gastro train that plowed through the house, but my Gastritis got really bad and by Thursday night I was vomiting nothing but blood. I went to Dandy Hospital, as instructed by my GP, and they were so good. I have to say, all this time I’d avoided Dandy Emergency like the plague, but they were so amazing. They had me a bed within ten minutes and before I even had my clothes off, the doctor was in there talking to me. It was the first time I’d ever had Morphine. Dude, it is the fucking worst. I turned it down the second time they went to give it to me. By 2am, the surgeon wouldn’t give me anything BUT morphine, so I made the nurse agree to pump me full of some stuff for the nausea if I took it. By 8am, I just wanted to go home. The hurling had stopped, they’d ran a heap of saline through me which had me feeling a million times better and the pain was only about a 4. I got the mothership to come and pick me up and went back to hers for some snooze on the couch. I basically slept most of the day and night, and woke up at 8 this morning. I feel heaps better. Yesterday is kind of a blur. I’m going to try and have some soup today and a bit of toast perhaps. Mmm, Velish Winter Vegetable!
Much love to the mothership and the housies for taking such good care of me.

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