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We had a Sunday morning Big Breakfast over the weekend. As expected, it was fucking amazing. Eggs, Tomatoes, Half a Pig, Hashbrowns, Spinnach, Toast, Beans, Bread, Orange Juice, Chocolate Milk, Onions, Fried Mushrooms… All consumed under the sunshine of our backyard, complete with both The Sunday Age and Herald Sun. Sundays don’t get any better than this, my friends.

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 The rest of the weekend was spent doing weekendy kind of stuff, like going to Ikea, going shopping for groceries, vegging out on the couch and watching a dvd with mates.

I got one of those threatening letters of impending legal action over a bill today. Eugh! Stupid AGL.

I don’t think the guy who works at my local servo thinks I’m particularly amusing. I was standing in line with Loz, waiting for him to finish chatting up some bird in front of us. He was taking ages, so I announced that Loz and I would just wait til his speed dating session was over. He didn’t laugh. We did. A lot. The girl didn’t find it amusing either. The akwardness that followed was the funniest part.

Why are Crunchie chocolate bars always broken in half?

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How’s about this sexy bastard?

I wish I met more men that were “a lot of emotional”.
Any takers?

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What I wrote last night with my Bingo marker in a shitty notebook coz I was too lazy to get off the couch.

Saturday night Loz, Greg and myself set out to gorge ourselves on grease laden hamburgers at TGIFridays, Southland. We were told we had to wait “at least 25 minutes for a table” by the most annoying waitress you’ve ever met. I had no issue with the waiting around part…I’d already grabbed myself a packet of chicken Twisties to tide myself over, but the girl who was the hostess…fuck me swingin! You know those truly terribly annoying customer service staff that greet you with a smile so wide that you always imagined was anatomically impossible? Both times I’ve been there I’ve suffered her unbelievably pleasant demeanor, and both times I’ve wanted to bend her over and fuck her in the arse with the spikey end of a pineapple.

Sitting in a booth not too far from us, was what had to have been an American tourist, because surely that is the only explanation I can give for his fashion choices. He and his toddler aged son were decked out in bling that would put Diddy to shame. I felt so incredibly embarrassed for his wife, as I looked on at her white boy husband who was obviously under the illusion he was black. I don’t equate all boys in baggy jeans, backwards facing caps and bling to wiggas, but he was wearing this huge basketball shirt emblazon with a “RECLAIM AFRICAN RIGHTS” slogan, complete with an icon of the clenched fist of the Black Panthers movement. I suspect he knew I was making fun of him, when he looked over to see me bouncing my hands in the air (like I just didn’t care) and referring to my tablemates as “Homes”. He looked unimpressed, G.

After clogging our arteries with yellow gold, we came home and watched the incredibly hot Charlize Theron on Aeon Flux. Admittedly I wasn’t entirely keen on watching the movie after having seen snippets of the anime original, but I actually really enjoyed it. It would seem my geekiness is branching out in to other subcultures of geekdom, like Sci Fi. Most definitely an interesting development, and surely it won’t be long before I break out the Vulcan Ears.

Greg left after the movie, leaving Loz and I to pursue a few hours of unashamed girliness. We sat around the PC, the modern day turntable, and sang along loudly and intermittently in tune. We ended the night doing the Spice girls infamous Stop routine, which I hadn’t performed since the height of SpiceGirls fame sometime around 1997. It’s a testament to my brains uncanny ability to store ridiculous crap, that I managed to bust out all the moves without pause for thought. Be afraid.

Today I slept in, recovering from last nights estrogen overload. I woke up sporadically from 7am onwards, but dismissed any idea of removing myself from the warmth of my doona and that cats that lay draped across me. I always feel really rude if I disturb the cats. Yes, I’m aware of the the fact that I’m turning into an old cat lady at a rapid rate.
At any rate, I was having the most fabulous dreams. They all involved him in some way. When I woke I felt so good at first, just basking in thoughts of him, but then I just felt shadowed by darkness. A curious sadness that I’ve felt every minute since. A longing. That painful yearning that turns your stomach and seems to envelop your heart in what feels like velvet. More on this in my next post.

When I finally dragged my arse out of bed, a decision I made based on my physical inability to return to sleep and sweet, sweet dreamland, I spoke to Andrea on the phone and organised to head out to the Ole Kmart, in Burwood.
We roamed around, caused havoc in the changing rooms and eventually left with with a stack of stuff for Andrea, and a Lenny and Karl figurine for myself. Squeee! In a sweet gesture to repay me for being dragged around the shops, she bought me a dinner of delicious Singapore Noodles! So good! And they say there’s no such thing as a free lunch…albeit a very late lunch!
And how did I thank her for this free dinner? I had my cat throw up on her. Haha, Andrea was nursing her on her knee, and Columbo made this terrible retching sound and then cranked out a vomit sausage all over Andreas lap. Thankgoodness for the feline ability to create compact, pick-upable vomit!

In a general sense, everything is going really well right now. There’s no major dramas in my life, which I’m incredibly thankful for. I’m so excited and enthusiastic about Loz and Teeds moving into the house in August. I’m looking forward to the change in atmosphere within in the house. No doubt I’ll miss Nates company, but he assures me we’ll still hang out. While I’m not entirely sure that will eventuate, based on some extenuation circumstances, I hope it does.
On the plus side, there will be 3 times the amount of make up in the house, which is always a fantastic thing! Better than that, they’re both awesome girls who I love and adore that enjoy living in a home, not just a house. I will miss the fuck out of Chucky and Norris, Nates cat’s that will be going with him. I plan to undertake regular cat sitting activities although I’m sure they will not be as sorely missed by Columbo.
We may even inherit a Dog, if Loz brings hers along, which I’m sure would give Columbo something to keep her amused and a reason to keep her claws sharp and her wits even sharper.

Speaking out against horseplay,

Prue

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Saturday nite, went to Chris’ going away shin dig. He’s moving to SA to join the Police Force. Met his mrs, and she’s lovely!! Really nice, sweet girl with a very pretty smile. I wish em all the best, and awesome luck to Chris with the Academy. Drink those civilian cunts under the table, mate.
I will post the pics of Saturday nite soon, and I’ll post the pics of Jims birthday as soon as I get em.
I have finally got my period. I’ve got killer cramps, damn Endo. Where it goes, I have no idea. I hadn’t had it for like 3 months. I was worried maybe DW had left more than just a lingering memory in his wake. Oddly enough, I saw a guy who kinda reminded me of him yesterday, and I felt so strange. This guy had blonde short hair, and a similar body and face shape. For a moment, I lost my breath.
Meanwhile, yesterday I was so embarressed coz I went out and I was standing there, and this guy turned around and kinda smiled at me. I smiled back, considering he was a hottie who kinda reminded me of Joaquin Phoenix. We’re smilin at eachother and then he kinda looks me up and down, then he turned away suddenly. What’s his problem, I thought? So I forget about it, and stand there for a few more minutes…then for some reason, I got this feeling something was wrong. And boy, was I embarresed to find my fly had come undone and you could see everything and I wasn’t wearing underwear!!! oh my god, I almost died. No wonder this guy was smiling at me. And here am I, smiling back like a dickhead while he has a full access view of my box. I was mortified, but just couldn’t stop laughing on the inside.
I bought an N64 off a mate, and I just bought 1080 from a dude on Ebay. I’m so excited. I have to go and get it from Chops tonite or something.
SHIT i have to pay for my domain name and stuff again. Ill do that now, actually.
The cat is crook…I have to give him his antibiodics. I’ll be back to write more in a bit.

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