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Okay, in the last 24 hours alone, I've had 13 people find my site by searching for Ernie Sigley. Well, fuck me swingin, if there's not going to be an arseload of unhappy pensioners when they see my opinion of the Sigs.

Speakin' of Pensioners, my grandmother and her partner came for dinner tonight. We don't see them often as they live in the country, but they were heading home from a weekend away and so popped in for dinner. Normally I miss seeing them when they pop in, so it was cool to be home to finally catch them. I had total dinner envy coz my mum made this amazing smelling meal, but instead I stuck with piece of toast with some fresh mushroom, spinach and avocado. Don't get me wrong, the toast was awesome and it stayed down pretty well, but man, my mums coconut rice smelt so good!

I canceled a date today because he asked me to wait outside rather than him come to the door. I was like, just don't bother. This is not Grey Street. I'm not gonna wait outside on the freakin kerb, buddy.

Meg dropped in about 5 mins after the Motherships Mothership had taken off. We drank, smoked and watched home shows on Foxtel til nearly 3am.

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2 of the housies are ridiculously sick with some sort of gastro bug. The rest of us are contemplating the Swine Flu face mask for protection. I keep using that antibacterial hand wash stuff every 5 mins. I seriously do NOT want what they have, poor muppets

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Lucky I went to bed at a reasonable hour last night, because Barry the Mortgage Valuer was early. I hate having someone here poking around though! It’s strange and creepy! Don’t get me wrong, Barry was lovely, but I just hate someone poking through all my stuff. He was opening cupboards and drawers, nodding, taking notes and photos. I’ve got the added joy of my Landlord doing an inspection on Friday, and then she’s gonna be here all day in the garden she reckons. I’ve always got along well with my Landlord in the past, but the way she’s handled this whole situation of wanting her house back has been really crap. It’s bullshit. I understand that her circumstances have changed and we’ve tried to be accommodating of that, but she cuts us no slack in return. It’s like she feels she doesn’t have to honor her end of the lease, but we have to honor ours. And then there’s the emails. Ugh. They’re really intimidating. The fun of dealing with a private rental, I guess!

I spent time in the backyard this afternoon playing bat tennis with Timmy’s little boy. He’s about to turn 3. It’s like he’s  growing out of that terrible two’s stage and has become a real little person. He’s started to call me Pruey in the last week. He must have heard the others call me it. It’s very cute! I always just thought he was tolerating me, but I think the kid might actually have fun with me, perhaps even like me!  We hung out and drew dinosaurs and pictures of each other (don’t you love how all kids draw just a circle for a body/head combo and some sticks coming off the side for limbs? It’s universal!) It’s his birthday this week, so I’ll make a cake for the weekend, maybe with Thomas the Tank Engine on it. Oh fuck, that sounds like a CakeWreck waiting to happen. Perhaps I’ll just pick up a Mudcake at IGA and put a sparkler on it. Kids love sparklers. Plus, fat kids love cake so everyone’s a winner.

I hung out with Other Tim Friday night. I was gonna go to my olds for Turkey but we pushed it to this weekend, coz the old man hasn’t finished the bathroom renos and he didn’t wanna break stride. So we kicked it here and watched an arseload of Simpsons and I finally got a chance to watch the 7up episode I’d wanted to see for ages. I love it when they flash back to young Homer and the crew. Basically, any Simpsons episode where they reminisce about coming of age with snippets of them as youngsters is a fave of mine.  “It says NO HOMERS, we can have one!”

Speaking of the renos, so far…. my folks neighbour got trapped under the house and freaked out and they had to cut him out of the floor which set back the progress substantially, the cat got under the house and freaked out…no cutting out was required, dad hammered straight into a pipe, which sent water flowing everywhere, mum sliced open her hand… it’s basically gone exactly as anticipated. Well, I’ll admit, I didn’t predict the neighbour getting trapped under the house and losing his shit…that caught me off guard! But my family know well enough to anticipate that if something can go wrong, it will. It happens everywhere we go, and with everything we’ve done for the last 27 years. Our surname should have been Murphy. We don’t even get annoyed about it anymore, we just laugh about it coz shit always fucks up so predictably.
I will be excited, however, when the bathroom is finished. It means when I return to Casa di Parentals, there will be 2, count’em, two, toilets. And a shower with actual water pressure! The folks had gravity fed hot water until about 2 months ago, and I swear, it was like pensioner with a bung prostate pissing on ya. I don’t know how my mum put up with it for so long! She’s so excited to have a new bathroom! And just in time for my outer south eastern sabbatical too! How convenient!

Fuck, okay, it’s late and I wanna get up tomorrow and pull some more weeds in the garden. It was so nice getting out in the sun today and doing some gardening, I have the bug now. I even had the thought “Hrmm perhaps I should ask Santa for a mower!” What the fuck? When did I start wanting lawn tools for gifts?! Mower, pfft. I’m officially a grown up. Argh! I’m headed to check the closet for monsters and then I’m hittin up Snoozeville.

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Okay, so I whored out the page a little. I’m feeling trashtastic, so I thought I’d embrace it. It’s a bit of an eyesore, but particularly ‘me’.
I’m knackered. So ridiculously tired. Big weekend, sort of. By my standards, at least…which generally means, I was required to wear an outfit that wasn’t made of polar fleece.
I gotta be up early for the Mortgage Assessor. He’s coming to value the house coz it’s being put up for sale. Apparently, he’ll only be here 5 mins which is good, but I still did an arseload of cleaning, for the sake of first impressions. Anyways, I’m outta here or else I won’t wake up in time for Barrys’ inspection.

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A neighbour has offered up a sighting of cat spew out the front of her house, where Columbo is known to frequent. Cat spew is Columbos calling card. This is a good sign. She said her son thought he saw her disappear over my neighbours fence yesterday, so I’m optimistic that this means she’s in the area, which means she’s alive and okay. Even the thought of her being with another family is more comforting than the thought of her laying hurt somewhere or…you know…worse. I just want her to be okay. Of course, I want her to be at home like she should be, but anything is better than her being not okay. I know if you’re not a ‘pet person’ it’ll sound ridiculous, but tonight I was talking to a friend online about Collie and I just started bawling. She’s been my little muppet for the last nearly 6 years, I miss her so much. But since she’s been missing, I’ve just felt numb. Like nothing. Tonight was the first time I got really upset about it, which makes me feel fucking horrible, but it’s like her being gone is just so overwhelming that I couldn’t really feel anything. Fuck that sounds ridiculous, but I’m a crazy cat lady, so just deal with it.
Tomorrow I’m going to get a big poster size cardboard and make a massive LOST sign for the notice board down at the shops. Perhaps if I make it look pathetically child like, people will be more inclined to look for my cat? I’ll throw in the odd backwards S just to be sure.

We have until the 23/10 to move house. It’s taken a week, but I have finally wrapped my head around it. I don’t have a set plan of what I’m doing right now, but I’ve stopped freaking out about it. It wasn’t just the request to move house, but the emails that ensued from my Landlord that really made me anxious I think. Ugh. For all the perks of a private rental, I don’t think I’d go down this road again. While it’s not ideal, my parents have extended the offer of their place for a bit while I figure out what I’m doing, which has given me some relief. I’m lucky to have such a good support system, a lot of people aren’t as fortunate, and I need to keep that in mind. I’m just cautious about the offer, because for the first time in….well, forever…my dad and I are getting along well, and I don’t want to ruin it by us being in too close a confines. We don’t live together very well. But we’ll see what happens. At the moment, it’s a back up plan and I’m lucky to have it.

I called the BloodBank today about my donation, and they put me through to the doc who advised me not to come in and give blood tomorrow. She said I’d have to wait til 8 weeks after my gallbladder surgery, if they do it Keyhole. Otherwise, 6 months if they have to take it out via an incision. I didn’t realise you couldn’t give blood for so long after a surgery! But they were really sweet about it and I’m going to keep in touch and go in as soon as I can.

I was thinking about Teeda today.  I was wearing the shirt she gave me for my B’day about 5 years back. We had matching ones. They have my website addy on the back, it was one of the best gifts anyone’s ever given me.

I’m officially the lowest weight I’ve been as an adult. I’m finding it a strange adjustment. I don’t even know how to explain it. Most people have that “weight loss automatically equals awesome” sensibility, especially if you fall into a weight range that people determine unacceptable, as I always have. I don’t know how to respond to “You’ve lost weight, that’s great”. Coz really, it hasn’t been great. I’ve starved and hurled my way to this weight, and it wasn’t out of choice, but purely medical coincidence. I feel less healthy now than I did 40kg ago, when I was going to the gym. I’m constantly tired coz I don’t eat most days, and on the days I do, I spew myself into back into the negative calories anyway. But then how do I deny that the fact that being able to lay in my bathtub, completely and comfortably, for the first time in years doesn’t feel good? That’s the only reason why I know how much I weigh… I climbed into the bath the other day, on a whim, and realised that I didn’t feel like a sardine trapped in a can. It was such a strange moment, that I thought perhaps the bath had just got bigger. So I dusted off the scales, that I’ve used all of like, 3 times, and I’m more then 10 kg lighter than I was at 19. I only know what I weighed then because I had to go for a Medical for my Learners permit, and it involved a weigh in and when the doctor noted my weight (116kg), he looked me up and down and exclaimed sternly “YOU’RE MORBIDLY OBESE!”. He even NOTED it on my Learners Permit Medical. Perhaps he suspected it could pose a problem to my driving, say a roll of my death fat may get stuck in the steering wheel, and I go on to cause a terrible accident, and then wouldn’t he feel like a dick for not letting VicRoads know. I remember I cried so hard when I got home. I was so ashamed. So embarrassed. He made me feel like I was less than human because I was fat. It took me years to realise that fat is a descriptive word. It’s not a pejorative. It is what it is. I use it to describe myself physically. I don’t dig on euphemisms for fat, coz I think it just reinforces the idea that ‘fat’ is inherently bad word. I don’t think I’ll ever have a body type that’s not fat, even if I were to hurl my way down the scales another 20kg I’d still be considered fat. It’s a strange headspace to be in. If anything, this weight loss has made me think more about Fat Acceptance than I ever have before. I want to write more about this, but I’m not doing a very good job at making the point I was trying to make at the moment. I guess I’m just getting some thoughts down, out of my head. I’ll elaborate on this when I’m feeling more eloquent coz I have a point, I’m just rambling.

Anyway, until then, Talk Hard, as my friend HHH says.

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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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What a miserable day. I wish I was sitting in a spa, right this very minute. That’d be awesome. It’s so cold and windy and rainy. I can’t get warm enough. I think a hot shower will have to cut it. I may even consider a bath, which is almost unheard of.

Contrary to my expectations, my Landlord has given us 60 days in which to move.  It’s still a cunt, but what can I do. I’m going to go over all my options on Thursday and figure out what the plan will be.  It’s a really scary time for me coz I’m having to think about some options I haven’t had to consider before and that unnerves me.

I managed to keep down some Pumpkin soup! Huzzah

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Life can be a royal pain in the cunt. I got an email from my Landlord today telling me we need to be out of the house. She’s sending a notice to vacate. I don’t know how long we’re going to have, but the 5th of Sept would, apparently, be ideal for her. Umm, that’s in 14 fucking days. Are you for real?  I have no idea what we’re going to do. But as you can imagine, I’m in a bit of a tizz about it.

My Gallbladder is useless. Absolutely rooted. I’ve eaten like 4 bits of toast, half a bread roll and some pasta salad in the last week. I’m actually kind of hungry at the moment for the first time in days, but I’ve gotta be really careful about what I eat when I feel like this. I’ll err on the side of caution and break out another piece of toast and see how it goes. Actually, I got a glass of water instead. I don’t want to be up all night in agony so yah…water it is. Filling and no horrible side effects! You know it’s bad when I’m into the water and not the Coke.

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I was on the phone til late last night so I didn’t get up til this arvo. Loz, Meg and I sat around and gossipped on my bed for an hour or so. Then the three of us sat at the desk, gossiping some more and geeking it up. We made Canadian pancakes for dinner. Look, admittedly, I was skeptical about the adding of bacon and eggs to pancakes and maple syrup, but be fucked if it wasn’t delicious.

I had a second dinner, which was really only lunch for me, at about 2am when Dave came round with Maccas. Fuckin sweet. The chips were so bad though. Seriously, our local maccas makes the worst fries.

It’s now 7.30am and I figure I may as well just stay awake. I have some stuff to take care of this morning, so I figure I’ll just do it now and have a nanna nap during the arvo at some point. Love that nanna nap.

I’m having trouble sleeping lately.

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Jesus, what a fucking day. I’m so glad it’s over.
Have an appointment at 2 to discuss my test results. I hate it when they won’t just tell you over the phone. Fuck, it’s not as if they’re going to tell me I’m dying or anything.

Anyway, I’m gonna get on the phone and debrief with the mothership. I need her advice on some stuff.

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I finally found the motivation I needed to start blogging again. I had so many problems with my database, but thankfully for me, the guy at the Webhosting place loaded the backup from July, and it seems to be unaffected by the shitty spyware that infiltrated my SQL database. Yay!! Now I don’t have to fuck around trying to remove the affected entries! Why didn’t I just email my webhost in the first place? lol I’m such a cock. End geek ramble.

Let me try and organise this post into topics…

New House- So the move came and went, and I managed to escape with my bond intact. There was talk of VCAT but he’d have lost, so he decided against it. We moved into a 4 bedroom plus study double story house only minutes from our last residence. It’s a really great place and about a thousand times better than any of the other places we looked at before here. I’m so glad that we didn’t get any of the other places we applied for, because all of them were far too small for 4 chicks, 2 cats and a dog. We’ve got heaps of room here for everyone without being on top of eachother, so it’s worked out really fortunately, given that as soon as we moved in, Loz, Jo and Squish all got boyfriends! We’d never have been able to fit 7 ppl in any of the other houses we saw.

You can see Chloe Dog and Muffy cat chillin on the couch in the loungeroom above.

Mum- It was my Mum’s 50th Birthday at the end of July and to celebrate the milestone, she threw herself out of a plane. Personally, I’m more a cake kinda person, but Mum had an awesome time and she loved it and she wants to do it again and again. Here’s a link to the video of the day on Youtube.

Medication/Anxiety/Depression- I changed medications just over a month ago. Coming off my old Anti-Depressants (Aropax/Paxil) was an absolute nightmare. I spent weeks feeling sick and gross, wishing I was a bear so I could go into hibernation for the duration. My new medication seems to be okay, but I haven’t worked out the right dosage yet. I mean I feel okay, but there’s very few peaks or dips. I also have trouble dealing with feeling frustrated…I’ve either snapped or just totally isolated myself. Maybe it’s not the right medication for me, but I want to give it a good go before I discount it. Perhaps I just need the dosage tweaked a little bit? I’m going to speak to my doctor about it this week.
In other medical news, I also had my Implanon replaced. I’ve sorta broken out in zits since I had it put in 2 or 3 months ago, but apart from that, it’s been smooth sailing on the contraceptive front.

Love/Sex- I don’t even know what to write in this bit. If I had a clue, I’d tell you. There is some sex though, which is always good. After waiting over a year, it was good to get back in the saddle. He’s a nice guy and we have fun together, but our hearts are both elsewhere.

Other Stuff- I’m going to Mildura to visit Nate in a week and a bit. I haven’t seen him since we moved into the new house, so I have missed him heaps and am looking forward to heading up there and hanging out for a few days. I’m totally hanging to go fishing.

That’s about all I have at the moment, but it feels good to start writing again.

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The other night I was at Safeway in my PJ pants and Black Sabbath tee shirt looking like a hobo, when I ran into my Crush de Jour. I’m sure he’s far too young for me, but he’s very cute in a nerdy way- he has Autobot and Decepticon tattoos! Before he could get a word in I told him I was aware I looked like Ricky May of It’s a Knockout Fame, so mocking me was pointless. He did so anyway.
I keep thinking I need to resolve not to go places terribly underdressed or looking like I just came out of hospital. Who knows I might run into? I mean, even my friends don’t want to see me in my PJ’s so it’s a given that the general public probably don’t want to be subjected to it either.

We have a bird coming over to look at the house tonight. Here’s hoping she’ll be the answer to our secular prayers. So far, it’s been slim pickings in the housemate stakes. We had some guy come round a few nights ago but he had the personality of Ivan Millat. There was something that just wasn’t right about him. I wanna feel comfy enough in my house to be able to go without a bra under my top or make a quick run from the bathroom to my bedroom in a towel, without worrying about being leered at.

I’m about to go and get ready to get the bus. Gotta catch the 7.12am down to Keysie to hang out with the mothership.  

xoxo

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It is common knowledge that the best way to spend a Thursday night is down at the dogs. The little jackets, the pre-recorded bugle sounding out before a race, the smell of stale VB that lingers in the TAB…it’s these little things that make a night at the Greyhounds perfect for a classless lass like myself.
Fortunately, I have friends that are happy to drop themselves down to my level on occasion, so Loz, Jo, Gords, Teeds and I headed to Sandown.

Teeds and Gords placing their bets.

The dogs doing their thing.

Deliberating which dog to back snack from the hot food stall looks least likely to give me food poisoning.

I was too pov to back any dogs, although I did suggest a dog I wanted to win in one race. No more than 2 seconds after I’d uttered my dogs number, said dog went on to start humping every dog in sight. Typical that I should back the humper.

Another jaunty adventure undertaken recently was heading to Karaoke again at the Tudor Inn. No Franco Cotzo in sight. Perhaps he has found a local closer to Brunswick or Footescray?
It was, indeed, a very odd night. I had some bogan woman slap me, not once but twice, in what was an apparent show of appreciation for my Karaoke efforts. Now, I’ve imagined being slapped down at Karaoke, as I’m not very good, but this woman went on about how I should cut a cd, and how I was fabulous and amazing and I “shit all over that fat fucker” Guy Sebastian? Her attention was so odd. She actually followed me around all night, trying to talk to me, telling me how awesome I was. I had a brief peek into what it might be like to be a celebrity…(Yes, I realise this is quite a stretch given that I was just some Karaoke bitch, but I digress) and it was creepy as all hell. She kept touching me and slapping me with enthusiasm and hunting me down, no matter how hard I tried to hide behind friends.
I found a brave protector in Col, a bloke who looked remarkably like Gene Simmons. Yes, he was Gene Simmons age as well. And he was lovely and had be been 20 years younger, he’d have been in like flynn, but rather than let him down, (he was pretty keen, who can blame him?) I let him believe I was gay. I feel kinda bad about it, but I mean, hell, I was only half lying. I didn’t have the heart to tell him he was too old. He was sweet about it and still tried to convince me he could convert me if I had dinner with him. Ten points for effort. It was very flattering, none the less.

Sunday I did something that I have been putting off for about 6 years. I cleaned out all the shit I’ve been carrying around since I moved out of home. A whole trailer load of stuff went. It had been taking up the entirety of my garage since I moved here to Aspendale.
While we were loading the trailer, I had some time to think about why I’d been carrying it all around with me. In a lot of ways, I think all the ’stuff’ I’ve held on to is like a security blanket. I’ve been scared of ending up on my own and knowing that I had all this ’stuff’, it made me feel less scared, more prepared. But I realised that I didn’t need to hold on to everything I’ve ever touched to feel safe. It was quite an emotional experience getting rid of it all of it, but in a nice purge-y kind of way. Tossing all the shit away has been like a physical manifestation of the emotional transitions I’ve been through these last few months, except I didn’t have to go to Clayton nor pay $47 bucks to get rid of my emotional baggage.

Christ. Is that how much shit I’ve been keeping all these years?
Seriously, even my dad looks shocked! Here’s my attempt at a shocked face

I just noticed I look like a I have a spectacular Widows Peak in this picture. Awesome.

Anyways, this is what I’ve been up to. What have you been doing?
Any suggestions for avoiding becoming a pack rat again? How does one deal with Karaoke fame?

Btw, I’m thinking of taking Plush Jesus on an excursion. Anywhere you’d like to see Jesus chillaxin?

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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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It was an interesting night for Couch Potatoes like myself tonight. I cried twice during two different shows. Perhaps I’m becoming overly emotional in my old age, but let me explain;

There was a story on Suspicious Minds tonight, where they were talking to a family who’s son had been hit by a car on the way home from school. He ran out from behind a bus, and was killed instantly. What made me so sad was that they were interviewing his step sister, and she said “I dared him to run across the road…It was my fault”
My heart just broke for this poor girl. Her family, who were sitting by her side, asured her that it wasn’t her fault, but the look in this young girls eyes was just that of such guilt and sadness.
I was overwhelmed with tears when she herself started to cry. Every part of me wanted to reach through the television and hug this young girl. I can’t imagine the kind of pain she lives with every day, re-running the scenario in her head, over and over.

The second was a segment in a BBC show called “Life of Grime: New York”. It’s essentially about the horrors of living in New York, and follows people who are responsible for the maintance of the city.
They introduced an old biddy and her even older biddy of a mother, who had managed to acquire 40 odd cats in their apartment. The cats had become too much work for the woman, and she had organised Animal Control to come and take them away.
While being furious with the woman who let her situation get so bad, I felt so sorry for the guys who had to trap these near ferral cats. You could see they really just wanted to get them out of there, and rehomed.
But ofcourse, where do you take an army of cats that have turned pscyho because their owner has treated them like shit? The Animal Shelters were full, and they ended up euthanaising 47 cats.
I just wanted to slap this woman with all my strength. It’s one thing to neglect yourself, but to neglect her animals like she did made me sick. I was crying so much, I got the sleeve of my windcheater all snotty.

I’m not overly emotional to cry at those 2 things am I? Cats and Kids seem like appropriate things for a woman to get teary over, don’t they?

Anyway, after I finished crying, I sat around with my Kitties, brushing their coats and generally annoying them with over zealous grooming. I watched some more TV, ate a can of Stagg Chilli which claimed to be mild. My tastebuds agreed, yes it was mild. Unfortunately my arse wasn’t quite as inclined to agree. I now have a wierdly upset stomach and farts that smell like I’ve just eaten 4 million Hungry Jacks Onion Rings. You know the smell I mean, yeah? It’s unmistakable.

Nate has started boxing up all his stuff. We came to an agreement that I could keep the Christmas Tree we bought together! YAY! I’m so excited, because it’s absolutely beautiful. Luckily, anything else he’s taking will be replaced by Loz or Teeds when they move in. I’ve given him the coffee table to take with him and a few other bits and pieces which makes me look like a good mate, when really I’m just offloading crap onto him that would otherwise just hang around the house causing clutter.
Tomorrow I’m going to clean out the drawers in the lounge, move the fridge, and empty out the pantry so I can move that too.
I got lucky when I was out today, finding a gorgeous black vase for only $3 bucks. It came from this great shop in Mordialloc that is absolutely huge and they have heaps and heaps of crap, and everything is cheap like the budgie. I needed a vase to put the flowers in that Loz gave me the other night. I forgot to mention them, but they’re gorgeous!

I went and suspended my membership at the Gym for 2 months, til things are back on track and the girls are moved in, and I have a car. Otherwise, I’m paying for something that I can’t really get to to use. I’ve been really slack when it comes to the Gym lately, and haven’t been in about 3 weeks. I think I’m really feeling it too. I feel fat and bloated and less energetic than I had been. Things aren’t fitting as well as they used to. I’m hoping that when the girls move in, I’ll have a walking buddy for strolling on the beach. Bah, Winter sucks the motivation right out of me.

Inspired by the Red Paperclip guy, I’ve decided I want to trade my Nintendo 64 with 4 games for something cool. It doesn’t have to be something expensive, just something that I’ll get more use out of. Maybe something tacky or retro kitsch would be awesome. 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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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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Am feeling so happy today.
The other night I had one of those moments where you think “Jee whizz, things are pretty good!!”
At the time, I was curled up in bed with the Kitty. Greg had just left. I was thinking how lucky I am to have awesome friends like Teeds, Ange, Jamie, Greg, Kev…you know, people who really care about me, and that I care about heaps. I’m so lucky to have a brilliant mum who would do anything for me, and she knows there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Sometimes I take her for granted, but every part of me knows how special I am to have such an awesome female role model, and I thank fate for chosing her as my mother every day.
I’m excited about moving to Box Hill with Jamie and Caren. I’ll be happy to move to be honest, for a few reasons. This house is so big and lonely when I’m here by myself, but Caren and Jamies house has a nice warm cosy feeling to it. I’ll get to hang out with a cutie pie Labrador and take him for walks! Columbo will have a new friend in Gustav. And moving will give me the opportunity to make a fresh start, without Jim in my life. I don’t like to think about it coz it breaks my heart, but I need a fresh beginning and a new perspective on things, so I’m looking forward to the changes that are coming in the next week or two.
Only thing I can complain about is the actual process of MOVING!
It feels like all I’m ever doing is moving from one place to another! I hate boxing everything up, lugging it round, having to carry heavy stuff into new places! Ugh! But hey, ya don’t get somethin for nothin!

Meanwhile, how cute is my website looking!!!!! www.pruesaysit.com

I’m gonna chuck Oprah on the telly, and keep packing my stuff!

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