Post “quiet” night as the Duke with Brodie last Thursday. First-thing-in-morning texting to deal with reality of having to go to work, having promised to come to a party that night etcetera, (Brodie’s responses only – funnier that way).
09.32 - “Still snoozing…”
09.33 - “I feel like shit, got sick last nyt – party tonite is out of the question!!”
09.38 - “I don’t think I can go (to work) in this state – I’M FUCKED!!”
09.39 - “Contemplating getting up now. Am scared. Want cereal.”
09.42 - “I’ll have to see how I go through the day (re: party tonight).”
09.45 – “Was not as bad as I thought (getting up). Still pissed.”
…
21.49 – “Am GOING to the fucking party!”
Wednesday 25 April 2007
Wednesday 18 April 2007
NW
First day in weeks finished early enough to run some errands and do some shopping. So thought I would pick up some fine literature (NW) and go home and spend the afternoon doing foot-care (finally found black nail-polish hurrah!!), facemask and indulge in gossip about celebrities (note: do not buy NW or similar more than maybe… once a month). Sat down outside shopping centre to wait for bus, and opened NW. Within two minutes self-righteous moron on my right starts to speak to me, something I dislike under the best of circumstances. Though worse – he was saying this:
SRM: “There is a real difference between men and women you know, women they only read things like that (self-righteous glance at NW) but MEN they read about science and technology, indeed yes.”
ME: “Right, right.”
SRM: “Why is that now, women they like that sort of thing but men they don’t… it’s something in the brain – in the genes…”
ME: “Hmm.”
SRM: “There is nothing like that (self-righteous glance at NW) for men, but for women there is soooo much… You would not see a man reading that.”
ME: “Well, you sure as hell wouldn’t see a WOMAN reading magazines featuring naked chicks and articles called things like Best Pick Up Line either.” (Referring to numerous magazines that exist for the male market, and do not do badly)
SRM: “What?”
ME: “Never mind.”
Two minutes pass, while I read my magazine. Unfortunately it is filled with half-naked women and an article called “Hooray – Curvy celebs hit the beach!” Yikes.
Finally…
SRM: “Well I shall leave you to your reading then.”
Indeed, you shall.
SRM: “There is a real difference between men and women you know, women they only read things like that (self-righteous glance at NW) but MEN they read about science and technology, indeed yes.”
ME: “Right, right.”
SRM: “Why is that now, women they like that sort of thing but men they don’t… it’s something in the brain – in the genes…”
ME: “Hmm.”
SRM: “There is nothing like that (self-righteous glance at NW) for men, but for women there is soooo much… You would not see a man reading that.”
ME: “Well, you sure as hell wouldn’t see a WOMAN reading magazines featuring naked chicks and articles called things like Best Pick Up Line either.” (Referring to numerous magazines that exist for the male market, and do not do badly)
SRM: “What?”
ME: “Never mind.”
Two minutes pass, while I read my magazine. Unfortunately it is filled with half-naked women and an article called “Hooray – Curvy celebs hit the beach!” Yikes.
Finally…
SRM: “Well I shall leave you to your reading then.”
Indeed, you shall.
Tuesday 17 April 2007
Theme of the Week
So it seems I have a rather depressing theme to the week… a few agendas running parallel, all aimed at teaching others “a lesson.” Whether it be “do not bother me with requests for service when I’m busy at work– serving is obviously not part of my job description” or “let people ALIGHT from the train before you step in – what the hell is wrong with you.”
My fave is the Craig-one. It’s long. “I shall never ever again do any of your washing for you, in spite of having done almost all of it for the past five years and I am well aware that you are not aware of this and will be at a complete loss when I stop doing so – all because last week you accused me of digging out neatly folded shirts from your wardrobe and washing them – since I have nothing better to do.” First objection – since when do either of us keep clothes neatly folded in wardrobes? I thought our system was generally referred to as the “random piles on floor” system. But then – what do I know, I have so much spare time that I LOOK for extra washing in peoples wardrobes… hang on! Second objection; be nice to me, I bite. For the record; I have very little spare time. Sometimes I plan to do the laundry for weeks before getting round to it. In.your.face.
As soon as summer is over it seems they (yes – they) have actually turned off the hot water. Again. Was no problem during summer, but God forbid one should have a nice hot shower after ten hours at work (working hard to avoid requests for service).
My fave is the Craig-one. It’s long. “I shall never ever again do any of your washing for you, in spite of having done almost all of it for the past five years and I am well aware that you are not aware of this and will be at a complete loss when I stop doing so – all because last week you accused me of digging out neatly folded shirts from your wardrobe and washing them – since I have nothing better to do.” First objection – since when do either of us keep clothes neatly folded in wardrobes? I thought our system was generally referred to as the “random piles on floor” system. But then – what do I know, I have so much spare time that I LOOK for extra washing in peoples wardrobes… hang on! Second objection; be nice to me, I bite. For the record; I have very little spare time. Sometimes I plan to do the laundry for weeks before getting round to it. In.your.face.
As soon as summer is over it seems they (yes – they) have actually turned off the hot water. Again. Was no problem during summer, but God forbid one should have a nice hot shower after ten hours at work (working hard to avoid requests for service).
Thursday 12 April 2007
12 April 2007 - Packing Up
Made Sydney home for 5 years; am now in the tedious process of packing up, storing (whatever the point of that is) and scrambling for cash to pay for tickets and other miscellaneous travel- and move-related expenses.
The recently moved in neighbour to our right has a dog. At least I think it is a dog. One cannot be too sure, as noises emitted from flat on right could be one of several options:
A) Extremely old person kept prisoner in flat by deranged relative until reading of will (post death of course).
B) Mentally unstable individual on verge of complete mind cessation, which would pose immediate threat to occupants of surrounding flats (thought a lot about this when was home alone and also reading horror-novel).
C) Neglected child left alone during days by someone much like individual described in option B.
D) A dog. With a very odd un-dog-like wail.
Off it goes; whoooooooa… whooooooooooooooaaaaa... Perhaps should make a report to real estate agent? Except we are currently at war with same, and so trying to limit contact as much as possible.
Really should get back to packing. Or at least cleaning up in flat. Oh dear. Just wish the effing dog would shut the eff up!
The recently moved in neighbour to our right has a dog. At least I think it is a dog. One cannot be too sure, as noises emitted from flat on right could be one of several options:
A) Extremely old person kept prisoner in flat by deranged relative until reading of will (post death of course).
B) Mentally unstable individual on verge of complete mind cessation, which would pose immediate threat to occupants of surrounding flats (thought a lot about this when was home alone and also reading horror-novel).
C) Neglected child left alone during days by someone much like individual described in option B.
D) A dog. With a very odd un-dog-like wail.
Off it goes; whoooooooa… whooooooooooooooaaaaa... Perhaps should make a report to real estate agent? Except we are currently at war with same, and so trying to limit contact as much as possible.
Really should get back to packing. Or at least cleaning up in flat. Oh dear. Just wish the effing dog would shut the eff up!
Monday 9 April 2007
Firstly.
Olivia Joules rules for living (by Helen Fielding)
1. Never panic. Stop, breathe, think.
2. No one is thinking about you. They’re thinking about themselves, just like you.
3. Never change haircut or colour before an important event.
4. Nothing is either as bad or as good as it seems.
5. Do as you would be done by, e.g. thou shalt not kill.
6. It is better to buy one expensive thing that you really like than several cheap ones that you only quite like.
7. Hardly anything matters: if you get upset, ask yourself “Does it really matter?”
8. The key to success lies in how you pick yourself up from failure.
9. Be honest and kind.
10. Only buy clothes that make you feel like doing a small dance.
11. Trust your instincts, not your overactive imagination.
12. When overwhelmed by disaster, check if it’s really a disaster by doing the following: a) think “Oh fuck it,” b) look on the bright side, and, if that doesn’t work, look on the funny side. If neither of the above works, then maybe it is a disaster so turn to items 1 and 5.
13. Don’t expect the world to be safe or life to be fair.
14. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.
15. Don’t regret anything. Remember there wasn’t anything else that could have happened, given who you were and the state of the world at that moment. The only thing you can change is the present, so learn from the past.
16. If you start regretting something and thinking “I should have done…” Always add “But then I might have been run over by a lorry or blown up by a Japanese-manned torpedo.
1. Never panic. Stop, breathe, think.
2. No one is thinking about you. They’re thinking about themselves, just like you.
3. Never change haircut or colour before an important event.
4. Nothing is either as bad or as good as it seems.
5. Do as you would be done by, e.g. thou shalt not kill.
6. It is better to buy one expensive thing that you really like than several cheap ones that you only quite like.
7. Hardly anything matters: if you get upset, ask yourself “Does it really matter?”
8. The key to success lies in how you pick yourself up from failure.
9. Be honest and kind.
10. Only buy clothes that make you feel like doing a small dance.
11. Trust your instincts, not your overactive imagination.
12. When overwhelmed by disaster, check if it’s really a disaster by doing the following: a) think “Oh fuck it,” b) look on the bright side, and, if that doesn’t work, look on the funny side. If neither of the above works, then maybe it is a disaster so turn to items 1 and 5.
13. Don’t expect the world to be safe or life to be fair.
14. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.
15. Don’t regret anything. Remember there wasn’t anything else that could have happened, given who you were and the state of the world at that moment. The only thing you can change is the present, so learn from the past.
16. If you start regretting something and thinking “I should have done…” Always add “But then I might have been run over by a lorry or blown up by a Japanese-manned torpedo.
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