Thursday, July 31, 2008

Out with the new, in with the old.

I recently had a birthday. It was a quiet affair. In fact, it was pretty much non existent. Which is just the way I like it.

Its strange. I really freaked out at the prospect of turning 24. It was a big step. 25 is a milestone. 25 should be bigger. But it wasn't.

24 arrived with a bang and kind of just withered away. 25 just seemed to ooze in and fill the vacuum left by my age.

24 was kind of sucky, not much really happened. Except that I was stable, and more independant. And boring. I got abandoned by too many friends. It doesn't even hurt when that happens anymore. I'm kind of used to it,

Still, nothing will be as bad as 22. 23 was a relief. I wonder what 25 will bring.

Friday, July 25, 2008

My first.

My first crush was when I was in grade 5 or 6. Andrew was his name. We used to spit at each other when we played downball at recess. Ahh, young love.

He was (and still is) a cutie. He was never a total bastard either. Sure, he did go through that phase, but he was always nice to me. I always had a soft spot for him. Even when I was over the crush and well and in my late teens. Even now I still think of him fondly. And every time I do, I can't help but think of a certain scenario.

I used to sit down the back of the classroom, second seat from the back on the far left. Andrew used to sit directly behind me, and my mate Jackie and his mate Paul. Anyhoo, we were doing some class and I was bored. Shitless. And I was cutting the ends off my fringe. My long fringe. I don't remember exactly what happened, but Andrew was egging me on and pretty soon, my long fringe was up around my forehead. But only on the left side. I had trimmed the right side too, piece by piece, and it stuck around my ears somewhere.

I didn't get found out until the end of class when the teacher came round to collect our books. The floor was covered in hair. Frantically she demanded to know where it all came from, and my deskmates dumped me in the shit. After being told off (I was such a ditz and didn't realise at the time) I promised to tell my mother that night.

I did. I don't recall my mother really worrying about it. But she did trim my fringe. Straight across the middle of my forehead*. I hated it. Absolutely HATED it. I have never had a fringe since.

*I have wavy hair and the result is that the fringe then sits up higher than it really is.

Thursday, July 24, 2008


I am surrounded by sexy these days. I'm not complaining mind you, its just an observation that I'm making for blogging sake. You understand don't you?

I just love the sight of a tall, lean man. I am so loving that designer stubble is in. I just love that look. It makes me weak at the knees and wet in the crotch. I like that faux shaggy look that guys do. Not truly shaggy, but still fucking hot.

I love hands. Hands and forearms are so sexy. I like them sinewy and strong. I hate dirty, ripped and bitten nails. They are a turn off. Likewise, backs are sexy. Fuck me, I love a sexy back!

Penises, obviously, very sexy.

Boobs are also very sexy. I don't swing that way but I just love me some tits.

I love tattoos. But not too big. I don't like it when tattoos are the focus of what you're looking at.

I like them quiet, brooding and intelligent. But they have to have a sense of humour.

So, tell me. What's sexy to you?

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Second day

Second day was quite a bit better than the first. No barfing, so immediately off to a better start. Had lunch with the director of the facility. Not just the department, the whole facility. We were sitting on the couch having lunch and he came, sat down and had lunch and a chat with us. Like it was completely normal. We had people who had been there over a decade walking up and knowing that we were new staff, and knowing exactly which department we were from. Its such a friendly workplace. I would never have had that at the old place.

Also, I think I've also seen the hottest guy there by far. I couldn't stare, but jeez I enjoyed the three or four furtive looks I stole.

OMG - I love this word verification.

Monday, July 21, 2008

So today was the first day. I barfed. Twice. While being shown around the facility and being introduced to important people.

Other than that the day was ok. new job should be good. Lots of eye candy. I was having trouble deciding where to look.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Start new job tomorrow. Still sick.

I am massively hating people right now.

Thursday, July 17, 2008


I is sick. Nothing major, just no blogging now. On my 'holiday'. Bleurgh.

Be back soon.

Monday, July 14, 2008


In the last two days I have bought everything a girl could possibly want.
  • A waxed snatch.
  • Pampering in the form of a mani/pedi
  • Sex and the City box set
  • Clothes, specifically nice jeans and a sexy top.
  • Chocolate
  • Bags
  • Cat toys. The entertain me too, and my cats just love me soo much right now.
  • Sex toys.
Yep. I wasn't intending to buy the sex toys but last night I was bored and toey. So I did what any long term single girl would do and pulled out the batteries. I was happy... quite happy. Until the vibe suddenly stopped... vibing.

Oh noes! I'm almost at climax and it cuts out! I frantically swapped the batteries out. Because my pre orgasmic brain just doesn't realise that the sudden lack of buzzing isn't because my fresh batteries suddenly and completely died.

Fresh batteries do nothing. The indicator light flashes but no goodies. Shit. I frantically fossic through my draw to try to find something to finish me off*. And I realise I have too many toys! Some broken ones I've kept because the tickler still works. Some I never use. I need to clean out my drawers. Luckily I have my old work bag to throw out, so I may secrete them all out in that.

I love toy shopping, but I hate the waiting bit! So now I just wait for my new toys to show up, to refill my empty drawers.

*no, manual handling doesn't do anything at this stage. Once I start with a vibe, I have to finish with a vibe.

Saturday, July 12, 2008


Last day was yesterday. It was ok. Nothing special really. It did hit that I was having my last day as I was walking to work. I really didn't want to get up early on my last day, but I was going to the pub after work and I didn't think it would be smart to drive home.

Work proceeded as usual. Handing in my keys and id badge, and as I'm walking to various departments the smile keeps just getting bigger and bigger on my face.

Walking out of work was just like walking out on a regular Friday afternoon. Except I went to the pub with my ex-supervisor. We just went for one or two drinks. Five hours later we left. As I stumbled home I was drunk dialing. Damn Kez. I was going to leave you a dirty message about my hands being so cold my clit was going to fall off. I should have. But you would have dibs-ed blogging it.

Managed to get up reasonably early today. Was planning to go get a mani/pedi to celebrate. But as I was getting dressed I realised my legs were in need of a shave. And so was my snatch. I decided that waxing was the way to go instead. Cue an appointment with the waxer. The FIRST appointment with the waxer. That was an experience. Not as painful as I thought it would be and sooo much more relaxed than the docs. And it turns out that apparently I stopped sprouting hair when I was 14! So it wasn't that painful. I naturally have no hair from my knees to my actual crotch. I'll never need a full leg wax.

Then the Mani and Pedi. I managed to screw up my mani within minutes of walking out of the joint. *sigh*

Had a nice lunch at a cafe.

I picked up some Manix condoms. I've wanted them since I saw them the first time. I really don't need more condoms, but I got them anyway.

Tried on about 12 pairs of jeans before finding the right pairs. Two for $100! Bargain. Especially considering that I've only really got two pairs that fit properly, only they don't really. And a cute little shirt to wear when I go clubbing tonight.

I wanted to pick up the sex and the city dvd boxset. But it got sold out... today. Damn. I'll have to go in to a different store tomorrow to pick it up.

I want sex tonight. Oh yeah, the libido is back. With a vengance.

Mamma Mia

I saw Mamma Mia on Thursday night. I really liked it. It was a very fun flick. It was cheesy, with fun music and absolutely stunning views. Loved the costumes.

I just could not reconcile Meryl Streep as Donna with her as Miranda Priestly. Those two are polar opposites. She's a truly fantastic actor.

I'd thoroughly recommend it. I may go see it again. And I'm not even an Abba fan. Though I may have to start downloading their albums now.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Almost there...

Today was my second last day at work. And thank christ for that!!!!

I've had my notice in for 8 weeks. Its been so long that leaving doesn't feel real yet. I'll be glad to be out of that place. I can't help but draw comparisons between when a previous workmate left and my leaving. She got a work funded morning tea and lunch. One was planned for me but someone kicked up a stink and it got canceled.

The same coworker who left last year came back to do casual work just as I got transferred. She leaves (again) this week. Last week they took her out to lunch. To thank her for her help. I was asking for an invite and told flat out that I was not welcome to go. My friend (the coworker) felt like crap. She was stuck in the middle. Today was to be the official farewell lunch for both of us. And they refused to go. I stated to the people that I invited, that if the other people went, I would not go. I would not spend my last lunch with these people. I told that to my boss and he accepted it.
He may not have liked it, but he understood. They were not welcome to my last lunch. Other people were so intimidated that they only went because the boss went. And if lunch ran over (which it did, by 3/4 of an hour) then they couldn't get into trouble for it. One person did not go at all because she had been loaded with too much work to take her lunch break.

These people do not talk to me at all. The worst instigator refused to sign a card that was there for me. Which, to be honest, is a relief. There is nothing that she could say that would be either true or nice. She is one of the most genuinely hateful souls I have ever met.

They did a collection and I am surprised that they raised enough money to buy me a pair of socks. But they got me a really pretty pair of earrings. They might not be, but they look to be white gold too. I really don't care if they are surgical steel. Its a small gift, but it takes the edge off the bitterness associated with the memories of that place.

There is only one word to describe my co workers. I'll let Fingers have the honour.

A drumroll please....

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

I can't believe that people read and commented on the last post! Seriously. It was completely pointless!

I was talking to PD today. He is quite hot! He's talking French (yep, French) to one of the other guys we work with and all I could do was stand there and wonder how my panties hadn't just fallen off already!

Saturday, July 05, 2008


I like cheese. It is actually a bigger dietary vice for me than chocolate. And that's saying something! I think the thing is, I cannot have just one type of cheese. I have to have vintage, blue vein, and brie. And its got to be accompanied by olives, crackers, cabanossi and pickled onions. So I can make sandwiches. I never eat chocolate like that. Partly because chocolate just doesn't go with cabanossi.

I have a strange ability to pick statement pieces before they become fashionable.
  • Animal bling- I was in on that about a month or two before it was EVERYWHERE!
  • Plaid and scarves - I have a scarf from last winter that is plaid. Two fashion statements in one. Now, I really don't like plaid. Or scraves for that matter. But I thought, 'what the hell, its just a scarf and I'll only ever wear it when I'm walking to work in the morning'. Yeah right!
  • Bold tribal patterns - the next big thing, apparently. I've had a really cute cami for about a year now. Tribal print. Very bold.
I love sale time. I got myself a $50 bra (gorgeous AND comfortable, and makes the girls look fantastic) for $20. But they had no matching underwear. Oh Noes! I cannot wear bra/panty sets that don't match. But I bought the bra anyway thinking I could get generic boyleg panties at kmart.

Instead of generic boylegs, I managed to find bikini's that are a shade darker than the bra. But they have the exact same colour of embroidery in the lace. They were full priced, but still cheaper than buying them from the specialty lingerie store.

So I got a bra and two sets of panties for $40, when the bra was worth $50 alone. Bragqin!

I am about to go into my last week at my current job. 5 days left. And counting. I've been counting since 40 days. And that didn't include the week I've had off. A grand total of 9 weeks that I've known about having a new job. A grand total of 9 weeks that work has known I'm leaving, and they still haven't even advertised a replacement for me.

I'm stressing. I just want out. I haven't had sex since the last time. I have no desire. Three weeks and no urges. I'm hoping like hell that my libido returns from whence it has disappeared. Or else I'm going to have to look in the back of the couch.


I don't know what it is, but people seem to buy me butterfly earrings. I have four pairs. Most of them gifted.

Sunset from my balcony. Isn't it pretty?

Lorikeet feeding

Spiderweb. Again, pretty?

Friday, July 04, 2008


I can't beleive that Hancock got such crappy reviews. I fucking LOVED it. I think it might be the best movie I've seen all year. Funny, action, great effects and a twist with a side of realistic romance and moon graffiti-ing.

Did I mention it was funny?

I think that's the complete movie meal right there. I was hanging out to see it from the moment I saw the first preview. Last night being the premiere I went to see it. And I will have to see it again.

Seriously funny flick. As far as the reviews and awards go... the critics just loved I Am Legend.