The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources

I’m happy.  I’m relaxed. My mind is at ease. The blockage of thoughts is finally filtered

Rent Inspections – The point? I’m not sure, I’ve only had one since I’ve been in my house for the better part of two years.  I was meant to have one last week. My gal and I had the day off, Swallowed some No-Doze, Chased it with Red-bull and proceeded on the dust, cobwebs, linen, rubbish, toilet rolls and food remnants around the house. Pasta thrown on the wall for checking time.  If it sticks, its ready. Also some on the roof.  Sticky blue streamers aligning the walls from many a party ago. Glass throughout the house swept into piles, then the vacuum broke. Doh.

I hope when they inspect today (after missing the one last week) They realised how hot the god damn place is in summer. Perhaps I should have waited till today to Alfoil my windows. I slept in utter darkness, not awoken by the rays of light bouncing off the colourbond fence 1 metre away from my head. I woke up to a dark cool room. You have no idea how happy this makes me. I’m eagerly ecstatic to sleep in tomorrow!! yay!! Actually, I have my work Christmas party tonight at a nightclub, and I’ve given up my spot in the shared hotel room with my mates, to help a girlfriend out so she can stay with her man, and so I can sleep in, not only a dark room, oh no. But a CLEAN room (Domestos even used – Although it did stain some things) with CLEAN sheets and it just feels so damn CLEAN!

The guests tomorrow night who somehow end up in my room (as we always do) are going to be gobsmacked with the space of it. and the fact its CLEAN!

I’m quite anxious over who may be present tomorrow night. I mean last time I was so incoherently wasted prior to anyone arriving that I still don’t recall who was actually there. therefore, it doesn’t matter. However I plan to be soberly straight for the entire event of tomorrow, thus my conflicting anxiety kicks in. Perhaps I will just share a few joints and let the good times roll. The music was over powered last time and fights broke out over it. This time, people have requested they bring their own music onto made up cds and iPods etc. The night IS about MY Gal and I so therefore, we will change the music as we see fit..

It has also come to my attention that my light brown fluffy hair above my lip, has this year become more prominent. I said I never would but the time has come to swallow my words. I’m waxing my upper lip. God have mercy. I’m allergic to some waxes, the last thing I want is to look like a swollen buffoon at my work do tonight, and my event tomorrow!!

On the upnote, Meeting a guy tonight that I’ve been smsing and talking to on the neat and phone for almost six weeks now..  First one to be vulgar, or dirty etc. I’m liking it, ready to meet him.

PS: I’ve been maintaining abstinence.
PPS: It’s make me horny as hell *TMI
PPSS: My Gal and I have been best friends for 8 years and one day!!

Oh Happy Days..

An Afternoon on the River

 

I feel energised, replenished and content. After a month off work, I feel ecstatic to be back. I wake up no more with a feeling of dread, but instead an excitement ball in my stomach at the prospect of shaping my day to enjoy it. I have found my love of the job back, I’ve even volunteered to take calls from another team for which I used to get paid extra for. I just want to learn again, be back in the game. Understand the new software, systems, devices, patches and Timezone CDO’s.  I’m loving talking to my team mates, throwing peanuts at them, taking the piss out of them, tapping them on the opposite shoulder then scaring them. And My customers!! Oh how I missed them, I really do have an awesome job. My voice now filled with patience and empathy, a long break was what I needed. We are going for a team lunch tomorrow at Sizzlers, followed by Gold Class to see 2012, and then TimeZone.. One Saturday we are all hanging out again.. I feel so happy!!

 

The Bonfire at my house last Saturday night..

As for Boys, I really am not interested in searching for anyone, I love being on my own, focusing on my life. Should something come my way, yeh I’ll investigate it, as for now, no more internet and cyber talking, need to change my number again. Married Men seem to be attracted to me, despite my futile attempts to rid myself of them. The resolution? Delete all my online profiles. I really don’t need the problems of men in my life. I love my life as it is, filled with friends. It really pisses me off when people write on their Facebook, ‘Where is my prince charming?’ or ‘I’m so sick of being single’. Learn to love yourself first!! It will find you! Grrr..

 

Dancer Boi cooked me this amazing meal two nights ago.. To Celebrate his new Chef position and our friendship reaching its 5 month milestone..

Anyway, decided to eat something childish last night. They are long, Red, and when they get hot enough the skin foils back like an uncircumcised penis…. FRANKFURTS!! I bought 3kg of them Frozen last week.. Prob not the healthiest, but I felt like I was 6 again.. So.Much.Fun.

They look like penises I think

I’ve taken the dog to the river every day this week. I lay on the grass reading until she retrieves a massive stick I’ve thrown in the depths, then she insists on climbing all over me and wetting everything in site. Begging me to throw it again. And again. And again. And again..  It’s funny, if we lose a stick, we both search for another together, she understands every word I say. If I talk to he silly, she be’s silly, If I ask her a serious question thats on my mind, she stares at me and turns her head to the side with curiosity. I was a bit worried yesterday, we spent almost two hours together down then, and most of the time she just gave me this intense gaze. Like I was glowing with some kind of light. Hopefully its just because we are both going through pms at the same time. I hope :S.

My Amazing Dog Swimming

Clubbing

Another night of mayhem.. I haven’t got much sleep the past week. My nights are filled with friends sitting on the rug in front of my laughable excuse as a heater. Exchanging the meanings of life, laughing till we hurt and falling asleep in various locations on the couches. Every night. It is great, I love my friends. Truly and honestly. It would be a very dangerous way to live without friends. No one to set you straight in your thoughts, calm your frustration and fears, listen to your views and offer advice. And it works both ways in true friendships. I really can’t imagine a life without that kind of bond.

Last night was busy. I took 3 hours to get ready, only because I took my time, hung out with the dog, made up songs and sung them to her. Watched tv inbetween, answered and made numerous calls to friends.

Then I attended the muskiness comfort of the pub. The animated conversations, the catchup of past days, the playfighting over pool, the fact by the time u walk from the door to the bar, your drink is poured and waiting. Knowing everysingle face, sharing the same old jokes when you say hi. “Where have you been all my life?” “How are you? – All the better for seeing you”, the kisses on the cheeks, the nods from the elders, the sign language to the deaf, the hum of the jukebox, the sound of the horse racing and the click of a pool ball every twenty seconds.. It comforting.

I stayed for one pint, I met the random. Turns out he was cute, but i was far too busy to stay and chat. I drove south, I saw the Chef, he came back from the sub. I saw him for less than an hour, quick catchup to say hello and a bear hug upon my departure. Had a Malibu home made from the touch of ones hand. I drove east, picked up a friend on the hunt for the raw flesh of men and to provide with the delights of the evening. Shared a glass of wine in a single gulp. Felt it roll down my throat and ooze its way to my funny nerve endings. The ones that provide a smile of self confidence all night. We picked up my bestie, also on the hunt. The sailors were in town. Turns out the locals and other international visitors were far more entertaining.

I ran into the blind date. God I forgot how hot he is. I couldn’t stay and chat, I had dancing to do. Met a guy with the most fierce blue eyes I am yet to come across. Blazen across the smooth features of his face and complimenting the dilectable body i felt as he held me close when we danced. He was from London, filming an advert for American TV and got driven around in a limo. He was hot. But I left.

The rest of the night was filled like that.. moments of utter bliss and happiness.. I have never been so relaxed, confident, chilled, social and happy. My arm is now covered in the reminants of stamps from various locations. My mouth raw from kisses and my brain muddled with memories. I only had 4 drinks over the course of my 5 hour partying. I was too busy to even drink!

Now I rest, obligated to relax,  feel the waves of the chemicals in my body retain themselves and slot into where they belong.

Best Friends

 

My Bestie is moving into the house in two weeks. We’ve been waiting for over 7 years to both be single at the same time.. (Although it never stopped us pretending we both were, at different times of our short little lives). Now we are both single, full of life, ready for mind blowing sex [NOT WITH EACHOTHER] and hanging to party!!
Our house is going to be mayhem.. We are going to be living the life we should be.. Fun.. Fun.. No Sleep.. Noise.. Music.. Laughter.. Girls nights in.. Comparisons.. Tears.. fighting.. Party… Party.. Stumbling home.. Sharing taxi’s.. Arguing about bills.. Cooking.. Fashion parades..  Lectures.. Empowerment.. Introductions.. Bewilderment.. Laughing.. Partying..

I.C.A.N.T.F.U.C.K.I.N.G.W.A.I.T.T.O.S.T.A.R.T.T.H.E.R.E.S.T.O.F.M.Y.L.I.F.E.

The Evolution of Woman

I have a theory. Men were put on this earth as a distraction for the female brain. To stop us from gaining or reaching our full potential whilst at the same time, yet unconscientiously providing us with the power to do just that.

What makes the world go round for men? Sex. Who owns the sex? Who has the power? The women of the world. And the smart men (Gay men) who’s souls date back to long ago which enables them to understand what is required in life to be the leader of the pack.

Woman harp on about equality in the workplace, parliament, hard yacker jobs yadada da. The fact is we are more than equal. We don’t need to prove it. We can argue to try to justify that we are better, more deserving etc etc. There is no need to. Men don’t need to have this explained. for they know too they are the underdog in this species.

We give life. They do not. If they do willingly, well they don’t have to go through the almost year long process physically. We don’t even need them anymore. That’s what scientists are for.

I remember an episode of ‘Sliders’ years ago. They went to a world where the men had become almost extinct. The world was all women. They women survived their sexual desires through each other. What physical act/toy in this day and age cannot do what a man can do? Nothing. To pre-populate, they had a few remaining men, who were subjected constantly to have sex in order to produce sperm with as many women as they could per day whilst being locked in a tiny 1×1m cell. The men were in hell.

As young as I was when I watched it, I knew that would be the ultimate world to live in.

I am going to portray men on this blog as they portray us. I love men as friends, partners, family etc etc, so I’m not doing this out of hate or anything. I just purely believe the time in our existence has come for women to realise what they are.