kitty le trash

Le stunned mullet

Sat, 10 May 2008 14:44:56 GMT

Turns out the inheritance is some crazy amount like $35,000. WTF? I could put a deposit on a freakin' house. But...well, in the end duty comes first, doesn't it? Yeah.

tick tock

Thu, 08 May 2008 00:15:07 GMT

Things are looking up in the work department. Starting something on monday, will see how it goes.

Smartclix aint so fucking smart.

Mon, 05 May 2008 12:07:46 GMT

Thankyou, Smartclix, for wasting my time. I really enjoyed being strung along for weeks while you sent me vague emails and ignored my requests for information.

May your websites suck and your code not validate. Ever.

Ch-ch-ch-chaaanges

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 02:39:31 GMT

Just spoke to mum as she was leaving the house in the Murk for the last time. It's been so long in the making that she said she felt nothing in the leaving of it. So much of dad in that house. But times roll on, lives roll on. Mum has been offered the two bedroom apartment she wanted in Brisbane and things will never be the same. I'm so fucking happy for her, but it still hurts to see her go.

More strangeness....my sisters and I have been left money in my Uncle George's will that would have gone to dad, if he were still alive. Old school will means it gets entailed to the progeny rather than the wife. Have said to mum I will give her the money, though I have no idea how much it will be. Uncle George lived the most basic of lives in the old house by the river. They never had much and certainly never spent any money, so I didn't think he had any. Amazing how people sit on great fortunes without spending a cent.

one bashed nun!

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 10:12:47 GMT

And here is tonight's outfit....

le ouch! Fuck that was fun...now for the party!

Le kitty le mopey le give me a fucking JOB

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 02:27:25 GMT

Swimming on the edge of depression again. It's amazing how fast it can happen. I've been waiting all week to hear back about a job I really want, feeling like I rocked in the interview and then hearing nothing. Also knowing they checked at least one of my refs. I emailed them this morning and got a weird reply that they were setting up their office and couldn't offer me a position until they had done so because of "my background". Not really sure what that means. Do they think because I worked in porn I can't be trusted to work from home the first week as they originally said? Anyway, it's one of those days when nothing is right. My hair looks bollocks, my outfit was pissing me off so I had to change and I poked myself in the eye with the eyeliner pencil.

Meh.

Freedom....I almost haz it!

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 02:32:03 GMT

It's the final day! I can hardly contain my excitement!
The gorgeous german waiter gave me free banana bread this morning to celebrate. Ha.

Good news!

Wed, 09 Apr 2008 11:21:55 GMT

Pleased.

The boy is the proud owner of a new job. Hurray! My days in Hell are now numbered....

Oh yes, and I got a parrot.

Update for youse all

Sat, 05 Apr 2008 12:20:16 GMT

Things are still up in the air. Staying at Snatchville for a bit longer, until I get something else. Applied for loads of things, most of which I'm not qualified to do. Hopefully something will rear it's ugly customer service related head soon and I can tell a certain someone where to go on my way out the door.

Been watching the old Starwars films again this weekend. Enjoying small things like Vader's double take in the Empire Strikes Back. God those films were genius. Sadly it makes me loathe the new ones even more.

Second life is back to taking up a bit of my first life. Mainly because I built the most awesomest pirate haven that has ever been seen. I have this kick arse pirate ship with black sails and canons that fire. Avast! If you ever get into SL, my nick is Projekt Hera. Look me up and come visit my piratey lair. Ooo-waaaargh!

All I need now is a parrot....

xx

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 02:05:39 GMT

2 weeks until George comes home....can't wait to see her. Going through all this shit with my job is weird without her. No coffee dates filled with whinging, no hanging out at her house playing with the woofa. Wonder how he's coping with being on the farm. Anyway, it will be good to see them again soon.

I'm resigned to the end of the porn era now, I think. I'm still massively rancid at my boss and would like very much for him to die slowly and horribly. But I'm getting my shit together and I have 2 interviews early this week. Part of this is because I really don't want to sign another months contract with my current job. I'm just to angry at their treatment of me to want to stay any longer than I have to. Bastards.

In other news, I have a pirate lair in Second Life! Haha. I even have a whopping great pirate ship that cost me a bazillion Lindens. Was worth it though. My AV also has an eye patch. Ha. Yaarg!

Hump Day.

Wed, 26 Mar 2008 04:47:15 GMT

2.5 hours to go and I feel like crap. My head is thumping, my neck is screaming and if I see one more naked lady I may scratch my own eyes out.

On the plus side, I have taken 2 Panadeine Forte and will soon not care about anything I just mentioned.

Home. My kitties, my playstation 3 and my boy. Damnit, clicking my heels never fucking works.

Meh

Thu, 13 Mar 2008 23:30:54 GMT

Plague: I haz it.

IAMS - Cruelty to Animals.

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 06:37:30 GMT

If you haven't heard already, IAMS pet food has been exposed as endorsing horrific animal abuse during their outsourced animal testing. Please, do not buy IAMS and consider the well being of these confined and often insane animals.

More information can be found here Spread the word and make sure companies like IAMS don't get away with cruelty for the sake of feeding your pet.

/preach

Lament for my Doona

Tue, 04 Mar 2008 04:24:25 GMT

The angry donkeys have moved back into my ovaries. I wish they'd stop picking the fucking lock. Was insanely difficult to get up this morning. Everything in me was just crying out for more sleep and not to leave my warm doona cacoon.
2.5 hours left to go. Speed up, time. I want a nanna nap.

There's no subject that can describe how seeing this feels.

Sat, 01 Mar 2008 07:56:06 GMT

I just saw footage on the news in which a whale had been harpooned through the top of the head. You could see where the tip had smashed through the roof of it's mouth. It was still alive and thrashing and in terrible agony as it was winched up by the japanese to virtually hang from the harpoon. Eventually it looked as if it's neck broke under it's own weight.

People, this is not ok. It is so not fucking ok.

Mr Lin and the Amazing Lack of IBS

Fri, 29 Feb 2008 00:31:47 GMT

So, here's the report on my visits to Mr Lin, the Chinese medicine man.

no IBS for 3 weeks (since I started on the herbs and having the accupuncture) This is the first time in 13 years I have been able to eat anything I want without fearing the dire reprisals of an unhappy colon.

No headaches. And I don't just mean no migraines, I mean NO HEADACHES. I would often run for a week with one stonking headache and not be able to get rid of it with anything.

Losing weight. 3 weeks = 1.5 kilos off the bum. Mr Lin says this is a side effect of making my organs work properly. After this course of herbs, I'll start another for more serious loss.

NB. The herbs still taste like powdered 9 year old turtle shit, but all I have to do is imagine the long sweaty hours I spent on the toilet in the years before and it suddenly tastes like honey. Also, the needles in the accupuncture sessions are hurting more now, but I suspect he's pushing them in alot further than before. I swear one of the ones in my wrist was more that an inch in last time. Ow.

//edit//
In typical perverse style, the universe has seen fit to bless with me a headache AND stomach ache since I typed those fateful words. It's official. The universe is fucking with me.

Morose rumblings from cubicle 9

Thu, 28 Feb 2008 05:58:53 GMT

I'm very crabby right now. Must be close to the monthly slaughterhouse in my pants. Very stressed about work and where it's headed. I can't shake the feeling that I am in danger of being ditched the second someone with half decent photoshop skills come along. Meh.
I wish I could think of something to be happy about. I'm sure there's something, I just can't see it for all the static.

Tired Tuesday

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 03:45:55 GMT

I'm horrendously tired. And just maybe, if I look at one more vagina today, I might scream.

Falling for you....

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 09:42:49 GMT

I am one sore, sore bunny. Went to collect the mail from George's house and as I was trying to walk out through the front gate, I somehow managed to trip over my own feet. Fell pretty fucking hard, actually. Skin gone in several places, blood made an appearance, large lumps on leg and arm where I made contact with the footpath. Thankfully the plentiful cushion that is my bottom saved my tail bone from certain death. Now, I am stiff all over and hobbling around like an old lady. The large skinless expanse of my elbow is very impressive, I tell you.

Bleh.

Roller Derby - Love Hurts

Mon, 18 Feb 2008 03:23:52 GMT

Photographic proof of Saturday's Roller Derby extravaganza:

Jeannie - possibly the acest workmate in history - checks on the health of a fellow roller girl.

Jeannie in amongst the pack.

Images by Ben Loveridge.

Mmmm.....

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 23:09:03 GMT

3 words:

cupcakes

cupcakes

cupcakes

Also, gifts that rocked my socks off! More later.

I can haz cake!

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 04:35:15 GMT

Happy birthday to MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Ha. Tonight's 50's themed cocktail party is going to rock.

I is the povo panda eater

Mon, 11 Feb 2008 03:48:58 GMT

Wow. Fi is leaving. I fear the onslaught.

In other news, I just tried to pay for my lunch only to find my account has no money in it. Oops.

And in yet more news, I went to the chinese medicine man today. He stuck needles in me head and burned strange herbs on my legs. I also have powdered concoctions to drink. Lets hope there are no pandas feet included.

6 words

Wed, 06 Feb 2008 12:08:51 GMT

Pain. Doctor. Drugs. Pain. Bullshit. Sleep.

A day spent in bed trying not to move my eyes. Again.

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 08:31:41 GMT

Another stonkingly bad headache today. Couldn't get out of bed, and when I finally had to or pee myself, I looked in the mirror only to see half my forehead had swollen up. WTF? I'm going to have to see a doctor about this. At least Boss Lady was cool about me not coming in. There was no way i could have looked at my screen for more than 10 minutes today without passing out from the hurts.

I need a new fucking brain. Or at least a memory upgrade.

Meh.