OFCOURSE! It was meant to happen sooner or later. Ive gotsa cold!
So I had to work through the fever. Luckily I enjoy workin at events like these, so with my motivation + gettin doped up on paracetamol and a serious abuse of coffee I managed! My legs last dying wish are to be cut off. Haha, the day before the event started I randomly decided to go hardcore on my old jumping rope. Mad muscle soreness from that with standing up forever AND that feverish muscle ache omg lol. But all in all, its been a good weekend. I know ALOT bout booze, mmkay.
Well, youll find me in bed watching shit on the computer for a while now. And that reminds me! Who wants to watch old All Dogs Go To Heaven with me? We can cry together and Ill cook suitable feast (not dog)! Just thinking about it tickles my tear canals! Iiih!
In advance I might need to appologize for this post, I feel a bit.. unorganised. In the head so to speak.
My flight was l o o n g and lonely. First I had to sit next to a fat man with gross breath, couldnt sleep even though I strategically drank two little bottles of wine, watched Young Victoria but all the love and zappniess just meda me wanna cry. Uncool.
When I boarded my flight from Singapore to London I took one painkiller, 2 1/5 sleeping pills + one natural sleeping pill, put on my neckpillow, took my shoes off, had ear plugs, one of those eyecover thinigies on and blankets. I “slept” for nine hours, constantly waking up from 1) my ear plugs falling out 2) the people sitting next to me CLIMINBING over me. jeez im not THAT tiny, please 3) my knee hurting like HELL. Somethings up with my knee. Uncool. The guy sitting next to me was also a plastic surgeon lookin through before and after shots on his mac. Boobjobs and liposuctions mixed with vacations photos with his kids.
Then London was ofcourse easy peasy, TWO hour flight. Its like a vacation. Why is not my favourite city a two hours flight away instead of a 30 hour one?
I know its not very pc to complain about the rain seeing how Australia needs its water! Buuuuuuuut, all this rain is turning our pretty little town to a freezing hell! Our house is a tomb of coldness. Since Im already a bit politically incorrect might as well be a tiny bit racist too, australians can not build houses! Theyre not isolated for shit! In Sweden we walk around in our undies inside even though its snowing and minus degrees outside. Thanks to good ol’ fashion isolation and proper radiators! All the houses Ive lived in here lets whatever temperature is ruling outside come inside, meaning you waste all this money on energy for either heaters or fans.
And our house is not built to resist the rain either. There are no real window screens in the kitchen or bathroom, meaning that all that cold ass air the rain leaves us with finds its way into our loving home. And the radiator thing that is meant to get the water hot, does not get the water hot. Only something similar to hot. (Reds anm. Fisljummet) Resulting in me not showering. I is allergic to the cold! Thats why I wanted to move to “warm” country! PLUS! the ceiling in the kitchen leaks when the rain is heavy! Haha! Im thinking of bringing a piece of hot male ass + small heater into the shower though. Might to do the trick.
..its way past 4 in the am and I absolutely and completely not tired. Which is shit house cus tomorrow is my day off! Gotta get shit done. Gotta get well. Maybe by myself a gift, I dunno. Btw this is like my eighth day of being sick. Shotnot having swine flue. Seriously, shotgun not!
Hooowever, I have been thinking.. listen to this; maybe its not such a bad thing after all. Sure, it came from a fucking swine. But what if in 40 years, my kids are like; yo, my mama survived that pandemic.. swine flue. And theyre friends will be in aw. Feel the title.. Pandemic survivor. They dont need to know the fact that it wasnt all that the media painted it out to be. Just another flue. Just different. And coming from a swine. But then again. I dont know if thats really what Im having. If not; I wish its flue from either a) handsome human b) cute little rabbit or c) not a pig related animal
Uh, been such a hormonal freak lately! Before hand; id like to warn sensitive readers, lady over-sharing ahead, mmkay?
So I have one of those inserts, a birth control stick under the skin. It sits there for three years, liberating me from pregnancy and menstruation. All for 32.90 dollars. We like to think of it as a pretty good deal. I just swapped mine the other week (as you can see a few posts back, hehe, eh) and with the old one running low and new kickin in, ive been a wreck! Things in general are quite unstable at the moment; but this whole thing upon it has just been a very unwanted icing on the cake, man.
Going to work Saturday night I was on the verge of tears my entire shift. Took everything so damn personal and just thought everyone was out to get me. Then Sunday morning Im like fuck yeah! Sun is up, pay is good, I look amazing.. what shall I cook for dinner?
And today I was stressing heaps to get to the doctor in time (I fuckin took a cab!), get the stitch removed. I waited 45 minutes. It took 2 minutes to remove it. That annoyed me. It starts to rain, I get wet. No one is free to do things with me and I am staaarving. I want to lay down on the wet pavement and like; fuck the world. Fuck my life.
But theeeeen I jump into mag nation to take shelter from the rain and I find the PERFECT present!! I buy it. Walk down the street, pop into a clothing shop. I spot the perfect skirt! I spot a dress Ive been holding like FIVE times but been like uh, to pricey. Its ON SALE! Then I find another PERFECT present! Same shop! Also on sale! Before all this I randomly buy a book, which I read on the tram home; turns out to be pretty fuckin rad. By the time I get off my tram, the rain has stopped. I pick up some paneer from the local Indian shop and make myself the best fuckin curry soup. On top of the world, baby!
So I woke up this morning and was like; aou, my arm hurts and I realise that its all covered in bandage! Bit freaked I start unwrapping the bandage and I find this..
TWO CUTS AND A STICH! WHAT DID U PUT IN ME? Am I a victim of alien obduction? Or some kind of experiment?
I’ve got a bit too much on my plate right now. I’m in between jobs, movin house, sorting out applications, taxes, visas.. and on top of all this shit we got mad robbed at the party. Fuckin cunts, you’ve got some bad karma coming your way. The anxiety leaves me unable to neither function, handle every day things nor sleep.
Its makes me so upset how foul people are. Comin into someones house and just raiding it. Sure the material loss is a bitch but what about the content, and making someone a victim like that. For what, some fuckin cash!? And I have to share my short life on this planet with all these rotten, pathetic humans. SUXX!
So I’m having a party tonight. But incidentally; I got intoxicated last night.
I think I lost the battle when shots accidentally fell down my throat, then I went onto slipping on a few beer bottles, Zubrowka and AJ* forced themselves into my blood stream and so on. Leaving me slightly retarded and soft drink-craving today, unable to organise..
I was suppose to get tattooed last Saturday! Ive been waiting for weeks, had a consultation and all that. Then two days prior to the appointment I receive a mail with the tattooist saying he cant get my piece together and cancelled the session. Sux. Well, I guess I just have to look elsewhere :( boh.
I had an interview instead. At an Italian restaurant/bar in the city, it went so well that I got the job. Boo-ya!
We had a surprise party for Jordan later that day. Everyone get pretty wasted. Stuart had the night off. And we also spent our first night in our new house that night. Here’s some pics:
Picking up all the boys after the interview.
*monkey*
We played the waiting game for quite some time.
It got fuckin cold so we started a fire. Ah, not me, I just enjoyed watched and contributed with random Oh’s and Ah’s.
Milp
*Cavemen*
Then we went inside, turned the lights off and attacked Jordan yelling surprise at his arrival.
Börfday hugs were delivered.
Vinny the Poo was royally fucked. Highly entertaining.
Stuart with a ciggie as usual.
2 cute.
Mr and Mrs Featha
And my sickness is getting worse! I did buy some funny liquid medicine today. I feel less ill but the price I have to pay is the sensation of having a set of balls in my throat, dangling and encouraging me to spew.
So Vinny brought the guys from Homebrew Crew (NZ) to Melbourne over the long weekend. On thurs, we had a few (alooota) drinks at my place followed by a stop at the Bottle-O for some intense slab and whisky bottle consumation on the streets.
Boys will be boys.
Saturday (more like Sunday morning) we had a party at the Richmond house. Taryn looks good even in a mustache.
Haz, Loi and Vinny stationed in the couch, did they ever leave that spot?
Did some serious boogieng. Tom, Homebrew´s MC and I loved those dices. We seemed to think they were awesome dancing accessories. Im pretty sure they were..
Snoop Dog here had a little crushie on me. Its because I look like a stupid blonde, hihihihi! *Put a spell on them ho´s*
Nobody likes a whinger. Or a wanker. But I need to whinge my wank out so just open up and swallow.
Fuck being broke as.
Fuck RMIT University for not having mid year intake on the course I wanted to apply to. Honestly, ultra fuck that.
Fuck winter. Fuck not having neither jacket or beanie. Fuck not being able to use heaters without the power goin. Fuck havin a cold.
Fuck being pissed, broke and sick on a friday night. Really need to get my drink on and when i wake up tomorrow, feeling even shittier.. ill deal with this.
Felt like I had a million things to say.. But all i can think of is “everybody wants to be a cat”.. Ill be back with the rest of my photos from Thailand.
Besides world peace and being fairly loaded; what I really wish for is everyone to use the same web browser, preferably Mozilla. Or at least like.. unified, universal coding.. Now this mf blog looks different through different browsers, me no rike. And the comment function is not working. Anyone with actual skills that could help me with that tiny feature? Any one? No? Well, screw you guys.
Woho, jag är ledig! Det är skönt men egentligen är inte bra alls. Eftersom vi bara har skitfilmer på bion har vi inga kunder. Vilket leder till att det inte finns något arbete att utföra och jag bli därmed hemskickad tidigt varje skift. Jag gillar mitt jobb, jag har roligt och mina arbetskamrater är lustiga. Men jag vet fan inte om man kan överleva.. Om två veckor får jag 2 dollar löneförhöjning, men kommer det inga balla filmer snart måste jag överväga att söka nytt arbete.
Senare idag har jag date med en tjej från jobbet, jag tror vi kan bli bra vänner. Hon heter Lauren, vi har tjyvrökt på parkeringen två gånger tillsammans och jag brukar ge teckningar med katter som ser ut som henne. Halva inne ju.
Johanna & Andy på Section 8. En containerbar i en gränd med lastpallar som möblering. Ball.
Haha, Chasers war on Eveything är typ mitt nya favoritprogram. Australisk satirhumor ftw! Och liksom Cannibal Corpse-lyrics i loungetappning for the fuckin win!
