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I’m worn out. The cat has not come home. I have to cancel my appointment at Mordialloc to give blood on Tuesday coz they’re not going to take it from me, coz I forgot the stomach issues in my last blood test results make me illegible at the moment. Boo. I was looking forward to some sort of cup of tea after I’d been drained of my life syrup. I’m super tired. I really thought I had something to write, and now that I’m here, I don’t think I do. Well, I have lots but I just don’t have the motivation to write the huge entry it’ll take. Instead, I’m going to listen to Tim read the last 40 pages of his novel aloud while I lay on the couch, shrink style. I think it’ll get me into sleep mode.

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I feel like I’ve been really busy the last few days, when in actual fact they haven’t really been that busy but they have been relatively stressful.
The weekend was hot as fuckery, so there was a lot of swimming and a lot of sitting around on the couch complaining about said heat.
Then Loz got sick on Sunday night so we went to the Sandringham Emergency Department. It sucked. After 22 hours in there, they finally transferred her to the Freemasons Epworth. For Loz there was a lot of pain and morphine. For me there was a lot of sitting around at the end of her bed watching her sway in and out of conciousness.
She’s home now, feeling better and almost back to her old self.

Here’s a list of things that are annoying me lately-

• Sandringhams Emergency Department and the lack of empathy from any of the nurses. Don’t get me wrong, I know nurses are hard working underpaid folks, but seriously, they were so busy trying to swap shifts with eachother so they could get to Robbie Williams concert, they couldn’t be arsed attending to most of the patients. A strongly worded letter will be sent to the appropriate people about the whole Sandy ED debarcle.
• If you don’t live here, and someone who lives here doesn’t have a place on the couch, get the fuck up and let them have a seat. It’s really rude to let the people who actually pay rent here sit on the floor instead of their own couches.
• Bills, bills and more bills. Where are they coming from!?!?
• Distance
• Cat food that gets stuck on the kitchen lino
• My shitful mattress. It both sucks and blows. The purchase of a new mattress is getting imminent.
• Arseholes who leave bottles and rubbish on my beach. Take it home with you fuckers.
• My broken drawer.
• Nate continually downloading ridiculous amounts of crap onto my PC.
• My diminishing friendship with Greg.

Likewise, here’s a list of things I’m digging at the moment-

• Having a dog around the house. His name is Elvis and we’re dog sitting for 8 weeks. He’s so fun to have around and he’s been so wonderfully behaved. I know, after only having him for a few days, that I will cry when he leaves.
• The fact that the presences of a dog in the house has forced the kitties to band together to form a badarse feline army for their own preservation. I love it!
• The nurse at the Epworth last night. She was a gem and made Loz’s stay in hospital just a bit easier.
• Sitting in Loz’s hospital room last night and having 2 horn players, 2 singers and a real live Santa clause march into the room and perform Silent Night. It was entirely surreal! Plus it came with lollies from Santa! It was the cats pajamas!
• Hanging out with Michael. He’s so easy to be around and he makes me laugh. It’s really awesome to have a new friend.
• Club Dark “Mild and Creamy” chocolate. So good it makes me moist.
• Living with Nate and Loz.
• The beach!

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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.

  For more pictures of breakfast, just click go to here.

 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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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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Some essential reading in dot point form, purely because I’m so tired, but wanted to update. Perhaps there will be some ellaboration when I’m not so apathetic.

• I drank for the first time in 5 years tonight. Well, there was that unfortunate incident with the fruit dessert I made a few months back, but that was unintentional drinking, as I thought the alcohol that I poured over the strawberries would refridgerate out. I now know otherwise.
  Anyway, Nate and I drank tonight. I had 5 cowboys. It’s now about 5 hours later, and I still feel fucked. I had my first official AGB in about 7 years. It was everything I’d remembered.
• Nate and I have been fighting heaps lately. It’s sucking major arse.
• I feel queasy from the grog. Ugh.
• I’ve spent the past few days with Loz. She was in hospital over the weekend for surgery, so she had the week off work and I’ve been keeping her company. I was so glad to spend some one on one time with her. We hadn’t done that for ages, and I really loved hanging out with her.
• Got the cats desexed the other day. Their poor little balls. Well, actually the had huge balls…but not anymore. They’ve been all sooky since, and Chucky has been even more affectionate than normal, if that’s possible.
• Getting the cats desexed pretty much sucked us dry of any money we had. The whole money issue at the moment is worrying me heaps. Things were so much easier before we started sharing money. Now I feel like I have to account for every cent I spend. I’ll be glad when everything is paid up to date, and we can go back to having our own seperate finances again. I mean it worked out well for a while, but just recently Nate and I have had a few arguments about it and it’s just not something I want to argue about.
• I’m feeling increasingly queasy from the grog.
• I’m becoming a dab hand at making pancakes. I’m just letting the word go forth.
• I spent a great arvo with my mum Saturday. I’ve missed our time together alone. We went to Spotlight and then to Parkmore and had a coffee and talked. Things are shithouse for her right now and I just wish I could wrap her up in cottonwool and punch the arseholes that are taking her job away from her square in the face. I don’t know how I can help, but I can’t stand to see her so down.
• Columbo decided crapping in the clothes hamper is a good idea. It’s not.
• I have a few other things on my mind, but I’ll go into them when I’m not feeling so much like I’m going to vomit down my shirt.

Remind me how I don’t drink before I agree to a cowboy, please.

Prue

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It’s nearly 5am, but I can’t sleep yet. I thought I’d post some of the things I got up to this week and in days gone by.
Last weekend I met up with a mate of mine from the net Adam. He’s a really good bloke, but some how reminded me of a guy named Joey I used to work with. Bad thing about that was that Joey drove me crazy. It was just a resemblence thing and completely threw me.
I decided to follow on with catching up with a few net friends that I hadn’t met before, so on Thursday I had lunch with Andrew. He’s a nice guy, and was much taller in person than I had expected. He reminds me of a cross between Luke and Franco. But ofcourse, nowhere near as suave and cool as Franco. I don’t think many people are! Good bloke, but I don’t think we’ll catch up again. We hadn’t really done alot of talking online, and in person we got along, but I don’t think he’s the kinda person I’d hang out with.
Thursday night was Teedas Birthday. We all went along to the Beauy for dinner, and then headed out to the Sandy Hotel for Karaoke and drinks afterwards. Had an awesome time, and once I get these drivers off Franco for the camera, I will upload them. I met some cool arse new people too, which is awesome. Shoutout to Rocky!
I pretty much slept thru most of Friday, and then went to Teeds to do some home karaoking. God, we do way too much Karaoke. I think I need a 12 step program.
Today I was meant to catch up with a mate of mine Zane, but my phone was on silent all day and I didn’t get his msg til tonite. So sorry mate. I will have to call him tomorrow and try and re-organise something.
Tonite I spent hanging out with Bryan. He’s this guy I’ve known online for ages and ages, and he just lives in Frankston. We’d been talking heaps on the phone lately, so we caught up tonite. He came and picked me up and we went back to his place and hung out and played guitars…well, I kinda just pretended to play. He’s an awesome guitarist though. It’s so cool, I suggest a song, and he can just pick up his guitar and play it! Talk about awesome talent. He’s in a band Ten Penny Joke
They rock! I left my cd he gave me in his car though! doh! It was awesome though, to just chill and play and sing together. Will definetely catch up again soon and do it again. Perhaps the long awaited album “Prue Sings Her Hits- My Life As A Bagel” will come to fruition! We can only hope!
Tomorrow nite I’m sposed to have a date with a guy I know Jason. I have to call him tomorrow and figure out what time. We’ll see what happens.
I got a msg off Gords tonite saying he missed me and was thinkin about me. I was kinda shocked actually. Was good to hear from him though for sure.
Shit, my foot is sleeping again. Maybe he’s onto something…….
I should go to bed and let the rest of me sleep.
Love prue

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I’m fully tripped out by someone who answered my quiz under the email addy of ****@johnforeman.com.au
Now, is it just me, or does anyone else find it wierd that either a) John Foreman reads my journal or b)someone would use the assumed name of John foreman to take my quiz?
I’m so puzzled lol
Meanwhile, if it is John Foreman musical mastermind that reads my journal, here’s a tip. You need a haircut. It’s starting to look a bit crazy like Andy G’s. Oh, and Andy G needs a haircut too. He’s looking like a hobo.
Other than that, you’re tops. Keep on truckin.
And if it was just someone mysterious who did my quiz, why the hell would u use that name and email addy!? lol How obscure!
Anyhoo, I just got home from helping Jim deliver his invites for the party. Is it bad taste to have it on Sept 11? If so, screw it. That’s when it is. It just happens to be a Saturday. Look out in your letter boxes for an invite. If you didn’t get an invite, and would like to come along, just mail me and I’ll send you the invite. You have to come in fancy dress though! I want to see flares a hoy!
Perhaps John Foreman would like to come and do the music? Hahahaha Pencil it in baby.
What else is news? Well, I went to J’s place for dinner the other nite. I really enjoyed myself, but I don’t think his fiance or Teeda really did. Apparantly they felt like 3rd and 4th wheels. Am I truely that overbearing? I kinda felt crap coz I picked up on that vibe several times during the nite…so I tried to make myself ellusive by skipping out for a smoke, but it kinda backfired coz J came out to keep me company and share a ciggie. I think the mrs was pretty peeved by that. It’s wierd. Like I was saying to him last nite, I dont know why attractive girls see me as a threat. You’d think I looked like Cameron Diaz or something! They freak out when I hang out with their men. It’s wierd. I’ve never stolen a guy from any woman in the past, and I don’t intend to start now, but it’s as though I’m godzilla walking down the street, and women grab their men and wrench them back safely to their arms. I was there as a mate, it wasn’t as though I were going to put the hard word on him outside after his Mrs had asked me for dinner. I’m not that rude!
Maybe I should just back out of the friendship. I mean it’s not that I want to, but more that I don’t want it to be an issue for them, and for him to resent me for our friendship getting in the way. That’s what I don’t want to happen, certainly. I think they may have chatted today, coz they asked me to come round tomorrow. I’m going to fix his pc, but the mrs asked if I wanted them to pick me up tonite and I could stay at their house. Woah lol. Talk about going overboard. I mean it was a nice gesture, but considering I know she doesn’t like me and her fiance being friends, I think the invite of staying over was going a bit overboard in the other direction. Not to say I didn’t appreciate it, but it was just such a shock. I’m like, she doesn’t like her guy hanging out with me, why would she want me staying in her house? I feel like it’s not what she wants, but she wants to prove to him that it’s not a problem for her. That’s what women do. I defintely wasn’t going to put her in an uncomfortable situation, so I said thanks but no thanks. I really did think the offer was lovely, but I know from a womans point of view, that she would not want me staying there.
{decided to delete this bit}
Shit it’s late, and I have to be gone by lunch tomorrow.
Had the worst headache earlier today. I hate headaches.
Anyhoo, I gotta go and fold these invites and stuff some envelopes. Now, I really DO sound like I work for the government.
Talk tomorrow
love prue

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Good Lord, I should so be in bed, but I’m really not that tired, which is odd, given the time.
So things have been chugging along, as per usual.
I went on another date with Gords, which was lovely. The dinner was kinda casual but when we got back here it was kinda intimate-not in a sex way, either. Just very huggy/kissy. I really thought it was lovely. We’ll see what happens.

Thursday night, Teeds, Jim, Ange and I went to karaoke. Note to self: Never attempt Kentucky Woman again. WORST.VERSION.EVER.
Thankgod there weren’t more people there, or I would literally have died of embarresment.

Tonight, well, I went along with Ange and met a friend from the net, Grant. We just headed to the pub for a drink, and had a chat.

Tomorrow night we’re sposed to be going to some joint in Malvern for dinner. I think James is coming alone, thankgod. I couldn’t stand having to avoid Cath tomorrow night. I don’t even bother trying to be nice anymore, coz every time I do she just bitches about me behind my back. Eh, I can so do without that.

My darling Survivor is coming to an end. I’m going for Rupert. Boston Rob can kiss my arse.

Do you ever read ur horoscope, and think WOW that’s so spot on? Mine have been like that lately. I swear Jonathon Cainer is actually following me around and bugging my life. And the stuff he writes for Cancer are really accurate too, and relate to Capricorn eerily. Ahhh, my beautiful, wonderful Cancer. How I miss your crab claws.

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