I don't know what it is, but I take a very, very perverted glee from causing chaos. Piss me off at work and I won't retaliate as such, but you guarantee that one week late something chaotic will happen. And I'll just be sitting back, enjoying my handiwork.
The same thing is happening (inadvertantly) at home. The other day the original flatmate asked if I was really moving out.
'Yes'
'Where are you going?'
'Don't know yet'
I could see the cogs turning in his mind. 'She's suddenyl leaving, with no place to go. Something must be up...' But he doesn't ask. He just lets it go.
I'm getting ready for dancing less than 10 minutes later and hear thefollowing conversation outside.
'But [the bloke I was shagging] is in Melbourne.'
{insert quiet bit of conversation here}
'I can't beleive you didn't know!'
'I had no idea'
'You said something at PJ's the other night'
'No. I didn't think it had actually happened'
My interpretation is that he has gone outside to discuss the possible reasons I have for moving out with the newer one. Why he didn't ask me, I'll never know. But it seems that the newer has been told at some stage, and proffered it as a possible reason for me leaving, seeing as I won't be playing with his mate anymore.
Methinks the original has found out I did the naughty with his best mate.
Time to sit back and watch...
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Its time to go... (tick tock)
Well I've had more than enough at this place right now. Apart from losing my best friend, he has started lying to me. The most petty, inconsequential shit. Bare faced little lies to my face, massive lies of omission, irresponsibility, basic stupidity and irritatingness. And taking advantage of my generosity, and giving nothing in return.
It all came to a head on Friday night. I could bitch about that night forever, but all that is going to do is raise my blood pressure again, and make me cry (again). But I will put it bluntly. I am extremely unhappy where I am at the moment. And anybody who has the capacity to make me that angry should be cut out of my life. PERIOD. I don't need this shit when I'm having enough problems coping after the funeral. I am moving again. Time to start anew, again.
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Incidentally March 20th is apparently Valentines day for men. Its called 'Steak and blowjob day'.
I think every day should be steak and blowjob day. Without the steak. I fucking hate cooking steak.
It all came to a head on Friday night. I could bitch about that night forever, but all that is going to do is raise my blood pressure again, and make me cry (again). But I will put it bluntly. I am extremely unhappy where I am at the moment. And anybody who has the capacity to make me that angry should be cut out of my life. PERIOD. I don't need this shit when I'm having enough problems coping after the funeral. I am moving again. Time to start anew, again.
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Incidentally March 20th is apparently Valentines day for men. Its called 'Steak and blowjob day'.
I think every day should be steak and blowjob day. Without the steak. I fucking hate cooking steak.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
In my pants
I got this as an email a couple of months ago, and recently found it in my inbox again. What this is, is the title of the current song your listening to, and follow it up with ‘in my pants’. I'm hoping to get alot of songs into peoples pants.
I Am Hated in my pants
Smells Like Teen Spirit in my pants.
Oops I did it again in my pants
I just wanna live in my pants
lose yourself in my pants
All The Small Things in my pants
beat it in my pants
my girlfriend is a man in my pants
Something That Produces Results in my pants
Where'd you go in my pants
How Does It Feel in my pants
Swing Life Away in my pants
If I Didn't Have You in my pants
I'll never love again in my pants
Lucky day in my pants
Sk8er Boi in my pants
Mr Brightside in my pants
Lonely No More in my pants
Feeler in my pants
boulavard of broken dreams in my pants
the prayer in my pants
Not listening to anything in my pants
World's Most Hansome Man in my pants
Jerk it out in my pants
Someones Watchin Over Me in my pants
What makes u different makes u beautiful in my pants
I touch myself in my pants
I'm feelin' this in my pants
Tilt your head back in my pants
Who's that girl in my pants
Never Really Was in my pants
Kiss and Make Up in my pants
Rising Force in my pants
rubber ducky.. in my pants
Im shakin' in my pants
All that i've got in my pants
Eat it in my pants
Have a Nice Day in My pants
The special 2 in my pants
Personal space invader in my pants.
Why is love so hard to find in my pants
So hot right now in my pants
toy soldiers in my pants
Im lost without u in my pants
1 2 step in my pants
Do somethin' in my pants
smile like you mean it in my pants
rock the boat in my pants
don’t u want somebody to love in my pants
you shook me all night long in my pants
Papercut in my pants
could i be you in my pants
lets get retarded in my pants
i believe in a thing called love in my pants
Shes no you in my pants!
Stop The Music in my pants
dont phunk with my heart in my pants
I hope you dance in my pants
You can't touch this in my pants
like that in my pants
show me the meaning of being lonely in my pants
Nobody's Listening in my pants
Dont wana miss a thing in my pants
You and Me in my pants
Clubbed to death in my pants
take my hand in my pants
Your body is a wonderland in my pants
Hallelujah in my pants
Amazed in my pants (and then easy in my pants)
I believe in miracles in my pants
I Am Hated in my pants
Smells Like Teen Spirit in my pants.
Oops I did it again in my pants
I just wanna live in my pants
lose yourself in my pants
All The Small Things in my pants
beat it in my pants
my girlfriend is a man in my pants
Something That Produces Results in my pants
Where'd you go in my pants
How Does It Feel in my pants
Swing Life Away in my pants
If I Didn't Have You in my pants
I'll never love again in my pants
Lucky day in my pants
Sk8er Boi in my pants
Mr Brightside in my pants
Lonely No More in my pants
Feeler in my pants
boulavard of broken dreams in my pants
the prayer in my pants
Not listening to anything in my pants
World's Most Hansome Man in my pants
Jerk it out in my pants
Someones Watchin Over Me in my pants
What makes u different makes u beautiful in my pants
I touch myself in my pants
I'm feelin' this in my pants
Tilt your head back in my pants
Who's that girl in my pants
Never Really Was in my pants
Kiss and Make Up in my pants
Rising Force in my pants
rubber ducky.. in my pants
Im shakin' in my pants
All that i've got in my pants
Eat it in my pants
Have a Nice Day in My pants
The special 2 in my pants
Personal space invader in my pants.
Why is love so hard to find in my pants
So hot right now in my pants
toy soldiers in my pants
Im lost without u in my pants
1 2 step in my pants
Do somethin' in my pants
smile like you mean it in my pants
rock the boat in my pants
don’t u want somebody to love in my pants
you shook me all night long in my pants
Papercut in my pants
could i be you in my pants
lets get retarded in my pants
i believe in a thing called love in my pants
Shes no you in my pants!
Stop The Music in my pants
dont phunk with my heart in my pants
I hope you dance in my pants
You can't touch this in my pants
like that in my pants
show me the meaning of being lonely in my pants
Nobody's Listening in my pants
Dont wana miss a thing in my pants
You and Me in my pants
Clubbed to death in my pants
take my hand in my pants
Your body is a wonderland in my pants
Hallelujah in my pants
Amazed in my pants (and then easy in my pants)
I believe in miracles in my pants
Monday, February 27, 2006
Goddamn motor vehicle registry
I went to the RTA on Saturday to get my license transferred interstate, and at the same time get my new car transferred into my name, by transferring a rather large sum of cash into their name. Can’t be done. I haven’t bought the appropriate proof of address. That’s ok. Next time I come back bring proof of address, and we’ll transfer the license, and use that as proof of address to transfer the car.
Turn up at about 10 this morning. There aren’t as many people as Saturday. Still quite a few, but at least I can find a seat. The numbers are being called up quickly too. “I’m glad I’ve done my make up, this should go pretty smoothly”. HA!
Three numbers get called in a row, all at the same desk. My number is the last of them. Hooray. I only had to wait 20 minutes. But the person at that desk was pushing the button, and yelling the number, then pushing the button again to bring up the next number. So by the time I get there, (and I’m not slow), there is already someone there. OK. I’ll just wait. More numbers are getting called this entire time. I approach another service window. The person there says she’ll serve the people she just called up, and then deal with me. I can handle that. Minor hiccup. The original lady finishes serving. I’ll go over there. She hasn’t called anybody up. That’s a good sign.
When she turns back from talking to the person next to her, I tell her that my number was missed. The transaction starts with her demanding what I want. It continues on with her taking my licence and telling me that I’m on a P2, even though my license says it’s an open, and she tells me I’m wrong for trying to point this out. I’ve held a Victorian license previously. When I am unable to present it because its standard policy to surrender a license when you move interstate, she grabs a piece of paper, fills it out and walks off. Leaving me standing there like a spare dick at a wedding.
She comes back, and with no explanation of what she’d just wandered off to do, she picks up the next piece of paperwork. The proof of address is in the form itself. She picks it up, and tears of a note that was stapled to the bill. That note needed to be attached to the bill for a very important reason. When I interrupt her to ask when she expects a response, she just says it’ll be back by tomorrow. How silly of me to ask that. I’m working for the next 11 days solid. So I can only guess where that piece of paper is going to be by the time I get back there.
She then turns to the person next to her and starts helping them serve their customer. How rude is that! She turns her attention back to my paperwork, and quotes a number at me. I have no idea that she’s even talking to me right there. She quotes the number again. I register she’s talking to me, but I have no idea what she’s talking about. She looks at me, and the penny drops. How nice of her to say ‘That’ll be $###, how would you like to pay?’ I tell her I want it on the plastic, on savings. She just quotes the number at me again. I pick up the bank card and hold it up saying ‘SAVINGS’. Ok. She pushes the eftpos machine at me. Screw that. I push my card at her. She can fucking swipe it by now. She swipes the card, and wanders off with my license and electricity bill. Doesn’t even tell me to enter my pin. When she gets back she leans over and helps serve another persons customer AGAIN! Seeing red by now. When the payment is processed she prints a receipt, and pushes it at me through the window. She doesn’t even say goodbye or have a nice day. I lean over the counter and say, voice all honey like ‘have a nice day’, just to get at her, and she doesn’t even acknowledge me.
I walked out of there extremely unhappy with her. And went to Australia post to pay a bill. Walk in there and the line is to the door. GRRR. I’m about ready to hit the person in front of me from sheer frustration. But the line advances quickly and within less than 5 minutes I’m being served. The lady serving me didn’t smile at me, and she wasn’t overly chatty, but she was polite. She didn’t worry that I tried to exceed my EFTPOS limit. Can I do a split payment? No worries. When the transaction was done she waited for me to get organized, put my paperwork in my bag, and turn away before calling the next person up. Australia post gets a pretty bad rap sometimes, but I’ve never had any problems with them. And compared to the RTA they’re perfect.
One bit that really got to me about the way that biotch handled that case – I was talking to the guy on Saturday, and he looked at the issue dates and all on my license. And he told me all I needed was a proof of address. He acknowledged that it was an open license, and he saw the issue date.
Turn up at about 10 this morning. There aren’t as many people as Saturday. Still quite a few, but at least I can find a seat. The numbers are being called up quickly too. “I’m glad I’ve done my make up, this should go pretty smoothly”. HA!
Three numbers get called in a row, all at the same desk. My number is the last of them. Hooray. I only had to wait 20 minutes. But the person at that desk was pushing the button, and yelling the number, then pushing the button again to bring up the next number. So by the time I get there, (and I’m not slow), there is already someone there. OK. I’ll just wait. More numbers are getting called this entire time. I approach another service window. The person there says she’ll serve the people she just called up, and then deal with me. I can handle that. Minor hiccup. The original lady finishes serving. I’ll go over there. She hasn’t called anybody up. That’s a good sign.
When she turns back from talking to the person next to her, I tell her that my number was missed. The transaction starts with her demanding what I want. It continues on with her taking my licence and telling me that I’m on a P2, even though my license says it’s an open, and she tells me I’m wrong for trying to point this out. I’ve held a Victorian license previously. When I am unable to present it because its standard policy to surrender a license when you move interstate, she grabs a piece of paper, fills it out and walks off. Leaving me standing there like a spare dick at a wedding.
She comes back, and with no explanation of what she’d just wandered off to do, she picks up the next piece of paperwork. The proof of address is in the form itself. She picks it up, and tears of a note that was stapled to the bill. That note needed to be attached to the bill for a very important reason. When I interrupt her to ask when she expects a response, she just says it’ll be back by tomorrow. How silly of me to ask that. I’m working for the next 11 days solid. So I can only guess where that piece of paper is going to be by the time I get back there.
She then turns to the person next to her and starts helping them serve their customer. How rude is that! She turns her attention back to my paperwork, and quotes a number at me. I have no idea that she’s even talking to me right there. She quotes the number again. I register she’s talking to me, but I have no idea what she’s talking about. She looks at me, and the penny drops. How nice of her to say ‘That’ll be $###, how would you like to pay?’ I tell her I want it on the plastic, on savings. She just quotes the number at me again. I pick up the bank card and hold it up saying ‘SAVINGS’. Ok. She pushes the eftpos machine at me. Screw that. I push my card at her. She can fucking swipe it by now. She swipes the card, and wanders off with my license and electricity bill. Doesn’t even tell me to enter my pin. When she gets back she leans over and helps serve another persons customer AGAIN! Seeing red by now. When the payment is processed she prints a receipt, and pushes it at me through the window. She doesn’t even say goodbye or have a nice day. I lean over the counter and say, voice all honey like ‘have a nice day’, just to get at her, and she doesn’t even acknowledge me.
I walked out of there extremely unhappy with her. And went to Australia post to pay a bill. Walk in there and the line is to the door. GRRR. I’m about ready to hit the person in front of me from sheer frustration. But the line advances quickly and within less than 5 minutes I’m being served. The lady serving me didn’t smile at me, and she wasn’t overly chatty, but she was polite. She didn’t worry that I tried to exceed my EFTPOS limit. Can I do a split payment? No worries. When the transaction was done she waited for me to get organized, put my paperwork in my bag, and turn away before calling the next person up. Australia post gets a pretty bad rap sometimes, but I’ve never had any problems with them. And compared to the RTA they’re perfect.
One bit that really got to me about the way that biotch handled that case – I was talking to the guy on Saturday, and he looked at the issue dates and all on my license. And he told me all I needed was a proof of address. He acknowledged that it was an open license, and he saw the issue date.
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