Party Time. Excellent

Friday came and Friday went with all my pocket money spent.





And then......





A ringing of the phone soon told me





That i was to be





A quirky Borders employee





And to top off a day of good news





I got a place





SO I CAN MOVE!!!!!!








Ok so that was the most paathetic rhyme i could compose but the idea was there. ie. letting you know that my spirits were lifted enough to be creative. and that my holidays weren't , in fact, wasted.



and just coz i can...

One Word: OPTUS

got phone bill yesterday. sure it is for 3 months. sure there was some pamphlet with it saying there was some sort of delay with adding on some extra charges.

MENTAL.....take a deep breath and have a guess at how much my sister and i have received a bill for. considering we make about one local call a day if that. we both use our mobiles for most things and internet is NOT included in this bill.

ready.

you sure?

ok

$437.40

yeah. so uhhmmm. looks like its the streets for us for now.

Much ado about Nothing

Hmm. SO finding a place to live is the shit. and not a good the shit. just plain SHIT.

had a look at one place. looked as if a bomb had gone off in there. and one of teh rooms didn't even have a window. it was like a shoe box that someone left the lid askew. oh well. got no call back after meeting her. no biggie. but having said that, that DID put a dampner on my spirits. chin up they say. keep your freaken chin up.

and in other prospecting work have been out searching for work. handing my resume out like it was a flyer for a cheap diamond place in bourke st. i only wish i had a sign taped to my front and back saying....'I am willing and able. I have two hands and 8 fingers. Hire Me Mother Fuckers' yes. 8 fingers. teh other two are thumbs you podantic slag whores.

jeez the filth is puoring out thick adn fast and i think that coffee is to blame. haven't had the stuff in ages and all of a sudden somehting possessed me to have one with my cake today. WIRED

anyway...off to call yet another one re house. nope. another failure. he's 36 yet still got thru my dum search filter thingy. oh well

and by the way....people are coming over tomorrow night so if one is inclined...get yo bitch ass over to the eastside ok peoples??

Staying Chaste in Laverton

hm. where to start with such an adventure?? well teh beginning tends to be the trend.

so here goes:

5 pm Yarra River, Flinders Bridge. Measuring tide for a prac for Atmosphere and oceans. Fine but quite hungry.

6pm Kensington. Foxtel virgin eyes no more. No longer hungry due to chicken sized chicken burgers

7:30 pm South Kensington Station. Punks on platform. But otherwise fine.

8:15 pm Aircraft station. mmm. smells like country. walk a bit. and a bit more. very very dark. more walking.

8:40?? Club Rooms Bruce Comben Reserve CLub Room. Mark's 21st. No mark

8:45 Location as above. after walking around teh outside of the building we try again. This time success. He is there. i punch my greeting and then i leave him alone. we sit listening to sad opera and Ben notices this guy. Ask him for further info re: 'The Guy"

9 pm Left party. On the way through scary streets a group of 14 y.o girls fall out of this place we just walked past. they start calling out to us. asking if we wanted to 'have fun'. no answer from us. we just pick op the pace. 'you. the fucking blonde'. yep...walking faster. blister rubbing. 'do you want me to fucking chase you?' oh my. there's no place like home. there's no place like home. unfortunately clicking my heels together did jack shit n we still had to schlep to the station. over a freeway and past some Jonah's.

10:30 pm. Home. finally. tuck into bed. all a bad dream.....then where are these from??

The Crazy footbridge across the freeway

This one i am looking at the freeway..hoping teh footbridge will hold. Ben is just happy to be going home.

Party Time Excellent

As the totally bogus boys of Wayne's World say...He's gonna eat you donut man!
anyway.....so Ben's birthday. dinner was mental. i thought that as a pole i was adept to eating far more than my own weight in food. WRONG. i actually felt sick. Me. Sick from TOO MUCH food. mental.

anywho..here are some tre pretty pictures of an uber good gorgefest.




so..got group interview with david jones in the city mon fortnight. wish me luck bithces. please. i need it.