Bits and boobs.

Met my second ever blogger yesterday. By accident. And I got sunburned like an Irishman in an Aussie summer. Which is kinda appropriate, considering that a large part of my heritage.

Though for the guys I met - that dress is known as the 'phishing with dynamite dress'.

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I'm approaching 20,000 visits and 30,000 page views. And knowing me I'll probably miss out on checking sitemeter when it clicks over, so I'll never know.

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I was supposed to get my threesome last night, but it never eventuated. Instead myself and two other girls ended up being whipped by a BDSM mistress. We wanted to see her whips and one thing led another. Nothing sexual, but it was fun. I like the 'thudders' better than the 'stingers'.

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The job: I interviewed on Wednesday of the week before last. They rang me back last Monday to tell me they had offered the position to someone else. BUT it was an extremely close call. They're going to try to piggyback another job opening on the advertisement they've already done, so they don't have to re-advertise and re-interview. And if it does get approved, the job is mine. And there is an excellent chance that that will happen. Though nothing is set in concrete yet.

:) :) :)

SO I told Green Eyes, because he's a good mate and a referee for me, and he congratulated me. And the time came for some kind of physical congratulations, he went to pat me on the shoulder, and stopped himself.

:(

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I'm still waiting for someone to tell us that Heath is alive, and this has all been a cruel hoax.

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Gratuitous cheb shot!!!


I like my new top. See my 'sunburn'? I heal pretty quick.

I just got the net back. And I'm sick of it already!!!

Bloody shitty thing that it is. No wonder my arse is so fat. One week without internet ends with me 2kg lighter!

Oh, and a week without net sees me with a new job too.

I have the best boss in the world!!!

Yeah. You heard it. IN THE WORLD!!!

I've been where I am now for almost 3 years. On the same rate of pay. Usually, you would jump up a pay level with each passing year, up to a certain level. We haven't got that.

Until now. Our boss gave everyone who should have gotten a pay rise in the past, what they deserved. WITH BACKPAY!!!

So with my money, I thought of all these fantastic things I could have gotten.

• Guess Bag
• 5mp camera phone
• iPod
• Shoes
• Clothes
• New Glasses
• Skincare

But you know what I did?

I cut up one of my credit cards! WITH PICTURES. I just can't post the pic because I'm not on my computer :(


I have no internet for a week from today.

Miss Me?

After a few emails (and even a text!) from concerned bloggers, I thought it was time to update. I blame facebook and findafuck. They're killing my blog!

My social life has exploded. I went out for lunch on Saturday with the girls, and ended up back home by lunch on Sunday. I am now a proud aunt of two gorgeous chihuahua/mini foxie puppies and a small child. The puppies and the child belong to different girls.

I'm getting shagged. Still looking for just one person to make me scream on a more frequent basis. Green Eyes has not volonteered.

I picked up some quickie condoms from the supermarket. They're called quickie condoms because they go on quick. Note to self: read instructions before reaching crucial moment. It defeats the purpose to sit astride a guy trying to figure out how to use the fucking things.

I was supposed to meet a couple (m&f) from findafuck last weekend. I got stood up, thought they had a very good reason. Maybe in a few weeks...

I have had a few job interviews in the last week. Two last week for one job and one today for another. Keep your fingers crossed y'all.

Saw 27 Dresses last night. James Marsden is Teh Hotness!

My apartment is clean.

There has been another attempt to hack into my hotmail account. They failed.

Tonight I aim to update this blog, work on my kick ass smut post, respond to comments from all posts this year (all four of them!), and visit everyobdy to let them know I'm alive.

Also I'll eat some home made pizza. YUM!

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All of this is without adding dancing to the mix either. When dancing does go back something will have to give. I think it will be findafuck, but blogging is guaranteed to slide, if not disappear altogether.

The Funniest Email

Hi

My name is Qasim and my qualification is MBA (Master Business Administration). I live in Pakistan and working in an Insurance company as an Assistant Manager. I am young and have a strong physique. I have positive thinking. I will keep you happy in the life. Iʼm a decent and honest person.

People can trust me and always come up to me when they have a problem because I enjoy giving them a laugh and sitting down with them. I wouldn't mind a little attention seeking. Iʼm happy with life and what I have and glad with everything I got.

I love you and I want marry with you. I hope you will accept my proposal and keep contact with me. I request for developing the relationship with me. I hope you will find me good person.

My picture is attached with the email.

Your lover

Qasim

And it did have an attachment. But I didn't open it. Virus anyone?

The end and the beginning.

The full circle. What begins must end. Each ending is a beginning in disguise. The force has a light side and a dark side, not unlike duct tape.

Last year sucked. There's no other description for it. I was alienated at work, had been betrayed by one best friend, ditched by another (after letting him sleep on my couch for 2 months), no love life, and (for most of the year) in love with a divorcee who didn't know I knew he was divorced, and so wouldn't date me.

Suckful much?

Well this year is really shaping up to be a good one. Its only a few days old and already it holds the promise of a new social life. The girls from findafuck are really nice. Generous to a fault, non judgemental and completely understanding. They've been through some serious shit in their lives. But its more than that. Around them I am comfortable. I feel like I've known them forever. Went over to one of their places for dinner on Sunday (met for the first time on Saturday) and was there til 11. I helped out with the food prep and serving. It felt like I'd been there forever. And was with them again on Monday - met the parents of one of them and had dinner with her family.

Then there's the job front. I had an interview on Monday. By the time I get home I have a message on facebook. One of the girls I went to uni with in Queensland, 3 years ago, is working for the company I interviewed for. The creepy bit is that she grew up in Victoria too! So we've been emailing each other for the past two days. I had a second interview today and we caught up for an hour or so beforehand. It was absolutely fantastic!

The interview itself was ok. I thought I did quite well, but there is no denying I don't have the experience with their products. Though as I left one of the guys who interviewed me did say he hoped to see me working upstairs in the next few weeks. So fingers crossed.

Though if it doesn't work out there is the high liklihood of another interview in the next week or two. Same job I'm doing now, same location, different facility, different people.

Wish me luck.

Fuck!

Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!

I was all set to get up this morning and have a nice leisurely breakfast, a nice coffee, do a spot of blogging about how my night out was fantastic and I went to dinner with them last night, and play some scrabble.

So I check my emails first thing. Its a habit. And I find something very strange. An email from my other account. Sent at 2am this morning. When I was in bed. How odd.

It took all of about 3 seconds to look at the email to realise it was spam, and it was really sent from my account.

And, after about 3 more seconds of being extremely pissed at having my hotmail account hacked, I realised that my google account (mail and blogger) had the same password.

So for the past half hour I've been frantically downloading anti-virus software and firewalls, and changing passwords to all the accounts I can think of.

My computer is officially bogged down.

Not only am I getting laid from findafuck, but I'm also making new friends. Going out with them tonight.

In fact, going out....

now!

This is my blog

And I've got a story to tell.

I don't know how it ends. Beyond this moment, I don't know what will happen. I can only tell it from this moment. Because that is all there is.

There is a past to this story. Long and broken. Full of abuse, depression, betrayal. Mistakes made, hearts broken, loves lost.

But for every mistake made, there has been fun times. Friends lost had to be made first. Every hurt is a happy memory fighting against a loss. Every trial has been a journey. Every challenge has been a chance to grow, to find out who I really am. I push boundaries, both mine and yours. Its the only way to see what you're capable of. I'm not afraid of a fight. I like to test my limits.

Sometimes there's laughs, sometimes tears. There may even be quiet reflection. Lust can juxtapose with depression. Rants abound, as do insecurities. You never know what you'll find.

This is my blog. And I'm telling my story. One day at a time.

Who likes bullets?

• Had a good new year. Not fantastic, just good. Was sober, by myself and shit hot!!!!
  

• Went to Darling Harbour and watched the fireworks and the drunks. Both excellent shows!
  

• I'm glad to turn my back on 2007. It can kiss my arse.

• Am so pissed off right now at the biotch. But that's a rant for another day.

• Had a really good last few days though - my favourite cuz has been up from Melb, so have hung out with him and his girlfriend a fair bit. Got maggoty drunk last night. Hence...

• Its 7pm. I'm going to bed. I only got 3 hours sleep last night.