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I'm living in town now. :3


We haven't used nearly as much power as I was expecting, either. Considering the disastrous dishwasher and subsequent flooding of half our lounge....mm, a week of 4 dehumidifiers...


Eclipse today...


Poor Nomes can't use the park upstairs anymore either, cuz of some stupid new sliding door grate THING they've done gone put there... I wish my employers would get ebola and die!


Poo, I didn't win a free bar either. Turds~! I was super lucky last week and won about five of the things but this week....nothing! Ergh...it's probably not good to have that much chocolate anyway.


I'm going to go hang some rugs, sing along to some Midnight Youth or Guns N Roses and practice my moonwalk.


Because I can moonwalk, bitches! ;D

I'm 21 now.

Wooooo...

I got a really nice greenstone koru from Dad and Katie (who is trying really hard to get us to move out. of my father's house. she's sleeping in the bed we were conceived in. hmmmmmmm.), and I had 5 tequila shots when we were in town (and three jaegerbombs, a cc&dry, and two cokes) and they didn't even touch me! (maybe it wasn't tequila?)

Despite my best efforts, I didn't get very drunk on my birthday or Jess's (that was last weekend).

I also had to write a dear John letter yesterday so I feel like a cold callous bitch (but then, the guy was dating me because he "loves that I'm bisexual" and reckons I'd be great for a threesome).


So, bring on the gangsters and dolls party on the 6th! I'mma wear a suit, I think.

tattoo on the 20th, it's gonna be the bluebird-with-a-ribbon newschool hotness.

I have an ulcer on the side of my tongue and it hurts. but I'm about to swap my tongue bar over for a new short one (shit, I'm still hacked off that I lost my really really good one that I got from fleshwound D: ) so tough titties.

And I've started my writing course. Yippee!

Went out on Friday night, got drunk (oh, man...not TOO drunk but I was definitely sloshed) and went to Mighty Mighty, the Matterhorn, Good Luck and the SanFran.

CC&Dry at Mighty Mighty. Mojito at the Matterhorn and a bottle of VERY nice red with dinner (venison!) Mojito at Good Luck. I got beer spilled all down my dress (black velvet, dryclean only!) at the SanFran, but I drank mine (ha!). I buggered a pair of rather expensive blackseam pantyhose, too. -pout-

I also saw boys touching each other, which pretty much made my night. 'Side from the cool band I saw at SanFran - Over The Atlantic, and they were good for a dance. :3

-decides against sharing who she went home with-

Right, I'm off to buy a pair of black patent courts and pay a little more on my waspie. :3

yeah, could be. I'm still trembly and tearful. Eek.

I moved out this morning after my shithead flatmate put his foot through the kitchen door while hurling abuse at me. Back home at Dad's and VERY concerned for Callum. Those guys have NO respect for people or property...the shithead threatened to move my things out into the street while I was at work so I thought 'like fuck that's gonna happen!' and called Dad. Thank GOD for blood ties. Seriously. Katie suggested that I could have called the cops and got a restraining order against the fucker but..well, I thought it slightly more prudent to just GTFO! Fatty's still there for the next 2 weeks though (yeah we got served notice out of the blue 2 weeks ago) but we think there might be an out for him somewhere in the hutt...shit seriously hit the fan this morning. eurgh.

I thought I dealt pretty well - no man will treat me like a verbal punching bag! - but I'm kinda proud of myself for not retaliating. I kinda knew it'd just make him wail on me. Never been so fucking scared of someone in my life, though. Honestly. my energy is all quivery and it's not fun!


Looking for a new flat for Fatty and I. (and the kitten!!!) proving insanely difficult but...well, I'm stubborn, single-minded and I'm not going to accept a hovel like last time! I'm gonna find us a 2 bedroom flat with a dishwasher and washing machine and a drier and a nice bathroom that'll let us have a cat and won't cost us more than $300 a week (hoping like hell the cosmos reads this post...please, please just deliver the necessary details to my inbox!) ....aah...we got cancelled on twice in the last 6 days for flat viewings, it's really disheartening. but like I said, I'm single-minded and I know EXACTLY what I want.


Missing JK like crazy (yeah, I'm fucking insane to even care about her these days, obviously she doesn't give a shit about me but...well, some people are just decent the whole way through and I miss that!), does anyone know what the girl is up to? ...and...hate to say it (oh noes) but I've forgotten when she's due to come back. Throw us a bone, here! ;P


peace y'all. I'm so emotionally drained right now...aargh. MUST GET FOOD.

Well, now that Christmas is over for another year (hallelujah!), we get to start thinking about New Year's. Before that, however, let's have a quick run-through of that sad old commercial holiday.


Well the brother and I rolled out of bed sometime after 8 and wandered over to Dad's for breakfast at about 9.30.
first eats: pancakes with lemon and sugar, and filter coffee (that I made...nice and strong.) None too bad, not too full.
Who was there? Dad and Katie, of course, Jack (Katie's son) and his South American girlfriend, Carla. Paddy showed up too.
After that Fatty, Paddy, Dad and I sat at the table yacking about everything (no discussions about leeches on eyeballs this year..thanks Pad!) while the wimmens (and Chef Jaques) started on Christmas lunch. :D I helped by doing dishes.
Sarah and Richard (and Eliza and Scarlett) came by around noon, and after much harassment and whining from Katie and I (the other Taurus was in the kitchen..ha ha!) we started on the presents.
Things that were opened: Lush goodies from me to most (very much appreciated), homemade fudge from Sarah and the girls, plants from Katie to Paddy and Sarah, books, a new stereo for Katie's car, wooden hobby horses for the girls and I got a handful of pretty crystals from Katie. :D Among other things but I don't remember them all! Oh, and most disappointing gift was from Dad - a set of bedsheets that won't fit because my bed isn't a single. -sigh-
During the opening of the presents was the consumption of some alcohol...but not too much.
Christmas lunch included roast lamb with garlic and rosemary (very tasty), new spuds from Paddy's garden (Fatty dug them up), broad bean salad (I hate broad beans! I try to eat the damn things but they just taste like dick), Vietnamese rice-paper rolls (bland and boring), excellent gravy and mediocre vinagrette (should have asked me to make it.)....among other things, naturally.

After lunch I wandered up the street to the playground with Eliza, Scarlett and Richard. I had a go on the monkey bars and hung upside down for a while and got a new perspective. :p On our way back we got distracted by a boy and his dad who had a remote control helicopter! :D Then Fatty had to come and get us so we went back for 4 kinds of dessert.
Fuck yeah, you read that right, 4 kinds! Cherry pie, chocolate-brownie-as-cake, trifle AND pavlova. I could only fit in the cherry pie and trifle. :(

And then Dad had to piss off because he was racing at Wanganui on Boxing Day. So we did too, and escaped doing the dishes! ha HA!


And it's taken me all freaking morning to write this because I've been nattering to Linlin about boys an' stuff. :p Hope your Christmas was as much fun as mine.

apparently I've been tagged to do some 16 random things thing thingy...thing. 9.9; Good gravy. 16 things about me? hmmm I might have said 'let's try to keep this all-ages' but...nah!

1: I got drunk last night (not completely shitfaced, guys, I'm not a total flake!) and fell off our broken deck and this morning I took my top off to jump in the shower and saw a HUUUGE (and very pretty purple-red coloured) bruise under my right arm where I scraped over the edge trying to save myself. I'm impressed, I haven't had this big an owie since I got my back done. Mmmm....bruisepain is niiiice...

2: it's taken me twenty years but I've done it. I am no longer a burden on my father. I moved out this weekend. And it's awesome, because I can do stupid shit like get drunk on a Monday night and fall off the deck...!

3: I spent $185 on a pair of PIMPIN' hi-tops last week and thought nothing of it. but that's what I'm like. To be honest, I'd rather spend the money on shoes than a jacket that I never wear (but I did that...whoops)....and these shoes give me extreme street cred. Even when i'm wearing my scary dykey-as leather jacket.

4: I have a horrendous crush on the guy who works next door. He talked to me in the coffee shop this morning and I spent the next fifteen minutes at work running around like a lunatic cuz it made me THIS happy. :D

5: I still haven't read today's newspaper so I can't make sarky comments about the state of the nation. But John Key was on the radio this morning and I thought he didn't sound like such a tosser. But that's cuz he doesn't sound like a politician....

6: I can't drive. At all. I can, however, start a motorbike...but that's about it.

7: I'm THAT girl who will offend someone at every social event by saying something inappropriate without thinking. The offense will be greater the more alcohol I consume...for example...

8: I have names for all of my (battery-operated) sex toys (the other ones are so numerous they won't get a mention today). In chronological order, there is George, Bob, Bridget and Sue. haHA!

9: I have to work on Boxing Day and I am NOT happy about it!

10: My new house key is green (ok, this is lame but I did just see my keys on my desk and had a little gloat about finally moving out).

11: I live just down the road from Yuy! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! However the wench couldn't sneak out to listen to some loud Miyavi at our house 'cuz she was about to go to bed. (Yes, my flatmate has Gackt, Miyavi, etc on his hard drive. And he's a white boy. I nearly cried for joy when I saw it! WOOO HOOOOO!) Also, our house is that one that has obscenely loud music playing late at night. Naomi and I went across the street last night and could hear every word. -siiiiiigh- Noise control is going to know my name. Alas.

12: I deny being a fangirl. (with one exception: Lara Croft. There is no shame in that.)

13: EVERY MORNING I go to work I buy the same thing for breakfast: a red bean bun from the Friendly Bakery. I am a creature of extreme and unbreakable habit. I did kick nicotine though :P

14: I'm a serial txter. I have topped up THREE times this month because I just can't stop having convos with people I should really just ring. This happens EVERY month.

15: I am one of the most gender-screwy people I know. (I'm not about to rush out and have a sex change, mind you) I also have an extreme I'll-never-see-you-again crush on this PERSON who walked past the dixon st bus stop two weeks ago. Let me describe this vision of androgyny for you: short sandy hair and a very sweet, freckled face, wide but slim shoulders and a not-quite flat chest. The arse wasn't spectacular, but this only added to the confusion/appeal. Wearing a t-shirt, shorts and boots. Legs hairier than my dad's (but even if it was a she, I don't think I'd CARE!) but such a beautiful faaace! I honestly can't say whether it was a boy or a girl but oh mah lawwwd, I nearly started dribbling in public. The asian girl I saw a couple of months ago didn't even compare, in all honesty. If anyone has any idea who that person was, please help a girl out.

16: I don't just have a dirty mind, sometimes my mind is a terrifying, dark, sadistic place. This is usually only the case when someone WRONGS me. And then I want to cut their fucking throat open and mutilate their corpse. Some days I even want to hurt them first.
But most of the time I'm wonderfluff.



So there we go, I actually did it. :p Ego trip, but kinda fun. but bugger inflicting this on anyone else! you can blow your 'rules' out your arse.

the giant squid would win. its tentacles would exploit every orifice in the megalodon resulting in complete fuckage.


WIN!

What Your Cute Monster Says About You

You are a simply happy person. You still view the world with a childlike innocence. You have an easy going attitude, and you value harmony. You love freely and inspire others to love. You inner demon is frailty. You are easily beaten down by life. People think you're cute because you are optimistic. Your outlook on life is charming.

and in other news, my workmate mark got fired! so now i get to take his sunday shift and work all week on my own. -facepalm- oh well...on the plus side now i get saturday and sunday with linlin to talk boys dramas clothes shoes etc etc...but only one day off a week! :o

thank god I can play my most irritating top 40 music as loud as i want now. what may equal instant insanity for others...really cheers me up.


oh and national govt? what the fuck. i'm almost tempted to disown naomi for voting for the 'centre-right' penisheads. meh. fatty voted legalize cannabis. XD

yeah, i freakin' loved that level. i played the SHIT outta that level. mm, TR3. delicious PSX adventury goodness.

what does this have to do with anything? ok, well, the secret level All Hallows was set in a fucking great London cathedral. and Lara's outfit for the London level happened to be a fantastic shiny black catsuit.



VERY much like the one I am currently wearing. oh yes! (Ok, so I hired it but there's this thing called 'the internet' where apparently you can go shopping if you have a credit card.) I'm just practicing right now, that's all. I can't get calico jack's to order me one until next year (horror!) so more than likely I'll have to get me a debit card. I WANT MY OWN CATSUIT.


ok, so aside from hiring this rad zippy shiny bodysuit, guess what I bought today? yeah, you guessed it, shoes.

not just any shoes, either, fucking enormous platform-soled black leather four-inch-stilletto heels!! -squee- they're even more ridiculous than the second-to-last-pair I bought (the silver strappy ones...I got a pair of second hand leather boots from the op shop in leftbank yesterday...to go with my costume, of course!!) I need some serious practice walking in them but what the hell, I'm SO wearing them tomorrow!!



honestly, they are SO much scarier IRL.

oh and Mark got a haircut today. no more mane. no more wild locks that make me wanna grab him and- uh... yeah! (i've been reading WAY too many of the vampire chronicles in one sitting, i can't stop thinking about doing depraved things to pretty boys...damn Armand..!) so marky mark got a haircut at lunchtime, and i just couldn't help myself - i fucking lol'd, hard! he looks like me. right down to MY second-hand jeans.


god today has been awesome! I'mma tek m'boots off now and start learning these heels, eh. [edit: yeah, the heels are something else..!)

i wish my arse looked quite as good as my pic!

goddamn! this has been the shit week from hell!

not only do i lose $50 in cash on wednesday, i lost my bus card and my eftpos card today!! and i'd only just put $20 on my bus card too!



crap!!


how do I get lucky?

how the hell do I ask for a pay rise??


Boss is coming down today and I found out that I, the supervisor, am getting paid less than my coworker. Who just happens to be a guy. It's sickening to see sexism and discrimination in my own damn life.


Should I just ask? :s

today I did something quite random and fun. I got another tattoo...on my lunch break!

Of course now I'm stuffing my face with chocolate Fix cookie and 3-sugar cup o' tea...feeling better!


pics will come later - I just thought I'd share the crazy with y'all.

Idle pondering… what is it with queer guys and rugs like animals’ skin? Some sort of hunter-trophy thing (check out the horns, baby), or is the idea of tumbling someone on a dead animal (or something that closely resembles one in texture/design) what drives them into our store? And what’s with the cream? Do they think they’re going to hide spunk on a rug if it’s white??? They’re not even subtle, Craig (yes, I’m sure it was him) mincing in here with his headphones in and lisping ‘just browsing today’ (he still looks unemployed) before eyeing the giant zebra on the wall like he killed it himself. In fact, what is it with queer guys and rugs, end of? You’d think a pair of lesbians would…actually, I think we got a set of them in as well. Matching triangle charms on their upper ear piercings and all… I suppose it must be the infamous pink dollar keeping us going…hmm…better stop there before I get hung, drawn and quartered for treason…but still!


Looking at a flat in Thorndon on Sunday. If we get it (we'll get it), things are going to be a serious financial stretch for a couple of months (or however long it takes my brother to get a real job - he worked 14 hours yesterday and only made $20. this is what commission with no base rate is: SLAVE LABOUR. injustice, I tell you).....but I am past caring, I want out of our house like I want a new pair of jeans that make my arse look incredible (which is quite a lot, and I am willing to lie, steal, cheat and kill for said jeans.)

actually I put another pair of jeans on lay-by yesterday, for the second time in two weeks I skipped out of work to go shopping. yikes!!! I'm not going to have money if I don't turn up and surf youtube all day! I mean, I went shopping the afternoon before that, and the lunch break before that, and then last week (last week? week before?) I bought four pairs of shoes just because I COULD and now I have all these fantastic clothes that I'm having so much fun wearing.......oh and it doesn't make me really soul-happy but it sure takes my mind off things.................mmmmmmmm style you can't buy this bitchessss....

oh and Magan died the day of gran's funeral. Two in two weeks, must be the season for it. Those who never met her, Magan was our corgi and she was wonderful and I cried more over her than I did over my granny. (considering I shed two tears at the funeral and both were for my mother...that says very little but still.) if Chang ever reads this (I doubt it these days, but still hope springs eternal) I'd like to know that Sybill is still kicking. (but fuck that the woman loathes me so what's the point? blah, blah, self-pity...it still hurts. y'know she BANNED me from her journal. I can still read her fiction but she deletes every comment. well guess what folks she lied to me, lied hard and she's going to know lonliness for the rest of her life. her intensely personal friend, lonliness is.)



I will stay strong. I will stay cynical. I will stay materialistic, and unscrupulous, and all the other wicked and exciting things I've become now I have MONEY. It's so much more rewarding being bad! now I mustn't forget to pinch a roll of TP today either...save me some money...ha ha ha!!)

my granny died last night and my mother tried to keep it from me.



I wanna see the cadaver.




And then I want to get drunk at the funeral and ruin it.


Sorta.

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argh stupid weather packing in!! totally unjust - I want need to go for a walk cuz I'm getting fat again T^T


that being said i could always walk in the rain...kinda fun...'cept for the sniffling...



wow i've been having BIZARRE dreams of late - two of them in the past four days featuring a certain ex-


WOW i just saw two monarch butterflies out my window and one of them was really huge - maybe the same one i saw on the bus today? hmm...hope nobody's died.


mind you i don't think anyone would tell me if yuy had died - i don't think i count anymore. which also makes me wonder, y'know...what about chang? i haven't seen an update from her for about a month (though i know she HAS updated -sigh- ) do i have to pay someone to snoop for me or what?? (you can take this as seriously as you like. i'm kinda joking but still...i'd really like to know what's going on in her life. i still care about her, for crying out loud.)


-shrug- anyway.


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You will die a warrior and be spirited away by warbling wenches to the Hall of the Slain. Meat and mead for ever more, well until Ragnarok, anyway, when you will do battle with giants, giantesses, dwarfs, elves and Nidhug, a dragon who likes to nibble trees. Odin is great!

so guess who snuck into ROCK2WGTN on Saturday night?



:P

Yesterday when I did this quiz I got the Wheel of Fortune. Oddly enough, I had just done a reading for myself and that card had popped up.

Today, however...

You are The Devil

Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession

The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.

Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.

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Very interesting...