A day with the girls.

So I was having one of those 'will I or won't I blog it' moments yesterday. And I hadn't decided.

I sat down to blog at about 5:30. Still undecided. When I got a call from a very old, very gay friend from high school. Normal conversation took a very strange turn when he asked me to dinner. Turns out he was in Sydney. So I put on some shoes and sprayed myself liberally with deoderant, because I stunk and I hadn't had a shower yet, and headed for the door.

Note to self: on hot days. Wait for the air conditioned trains. Its worth it.

The train was so hot it sounded like pop rocks were going crazy on the roof. ICK. At least it wasn't that crowded. Going into the city in peak hour means you don't get sardine trains.

So we met up outside Circualr Quay. And we went down and conversed sitting down by the water, looking at the opera house. And I was told that his ex, who he had remained good mates with, had told him "I'll keep him [new boytoy] for the sex, and you for the red carpet appearances". Hi-larious. Especially to the random guy walking past.

And then we had dinner. At pancakes on the rocks. He's diabetic. Didn't think that through too well. And then wandered back towards the train. Taking some time out to sit on the point between the bridge and the house. Buggered if I know what its called. And as I was talking about the New Year fireworks, at the entrance to Sydney Harbour a cruise ship was coming in, welcomed by fireworks. I told Kez he should bloody appreciate all the oral favours I had to perform to get them for him.

And at about 9:30 we decided to catch the train, he going north, me going west. I didnt get home til about 10:30, and didnt even look at the back of my eyelids til about 11:45.

The perfect friend date.

I'm dead tired today and am ready for bed now. I need to be refreshed for tomorrow night. Will be very big and blogworthy. When I get up to posting it.

The ovarian triple whammy!

The OTW consists of the following things. Three things. Three because its a triple

1. Hoarding


2. Brokeness


3. Impulse buying

Some of the impulse buys I've made in the last few months include

Cocktails anyone?

Just because hammocks are so friggin awesome

The most comfortable chair in the loungeroom.











Of which the cats totally agree and have turned it into their new most comfy bed!

I went out to buy Greys Anatomy (so I could actually have an excuse to stay inside by myself on such a lovely sunday arvo, and also so I had an excuse to go out and do something!). And I ended up buying THIS. And four underwear sets. But I ain't putting up photos of them.

My BIG bag. If you get caught in the rain it doubles as an umbrella. And if you get stuck out in the bush it also turns into quite a snug three man tent!

Debt consolidation

Yep. Its something I never thought I would have to do. But my credit cards are pissing me off to the MAX! So I'm going to put my car loan, both cards, computer repayments and upcoming car insurance in one scary loan.

And then fuck off one of my credit acrds and cut the limit on the remaining one to $1000 (maybe less) for emergencies ONLY!

But it won't be all that much a jump in my current loan repayments.

And to top it off I have to get my salary packaging in next week too. Oh funness. :(

I always shit myself when it comes to figuring out finances. Don't get me wrong. I'm fucking organised (making spreadsheets etc) and love playing with numbers, but some of those numbers are pretty darn big. And I want small numbers.

Reflections and crap.

New Year is quietly optimistic, like the faint stirrings of a sea kissed breeze on a hot, dry day. Or the magic of buds appearing on trees bemounded with snow.
The song says 'nothing changes on New Years Day' and I beleive that. Nothing changes without from us. All the changes are within. And that is why it is such a special day. It inspires rebellion in the opressed, and calm in the angry.

And it inspired the following two conversations...

But first, some backstory. Mancandy was working in my department again today. And as usual it was a quick outline of what was going on today and then personal chat started. He had recently had a birthday (seemingly random fact now but very important for later). The usual way that we work together is that I handle the animals (because its easier, faster and less stressful for all involved). But today we got to discussing him doing it by himself. He told me he enjoys my company, but eventually he would have to do it himself. I made a point of thanking him, and let our discussion slide along (Note to Self: If the perfect chance to ask the guy of my dreams out comes along and slaps me in the face, DON'T JUST THANK HIM FOR IT) I let him do the animal handling bit, and helped out (read: stood there and perved). Then just as he was about to go he saw some records in the room and commented 'hey, these animals were mated on my birthday', to which I replied 'yeah, someone had to get some'. And we laughed and that was it.

But I had to wonder how I came off. I probably came off as a eensy bit of a bitch.

Conversation #1

Phishez: Agnes, I need a pep talk
Agnes: Whats wrong?
P: I got told, by a really hot guy, that I really like, that he really enjoys my company.
A: Thats great. So..., Why do you need a pep talk?
P: I let it go! He said that and I let it go! I want to ring him and ask him out
A: So do it.
P: But I don't wanna.
A: So text him
P: I dont have his number
A: you're gonna have to call him
P: I know, but I dont wanna
A: Doitdoitdoit
P: What if he says no!
A: Why would he say no if he told you he likes you?
P: I dunno.
A: Does it matter if he says no?
P: No
A: So why dont you want to ask him?
P: I've never done this before.
A: So you've gotta learn
P: But I dont wannaaahh.
A: Doitdoitdoit

Conversation #2
Phone rings
Phishez: Please dont answer the phone. Pleasepleaseplease
Mancandy: Hello, mancandy speaking
P: How are you
M: fine fine, you?
P: Good. I was just wondering if you still had my mobile number?
M: yeah, I'm pretty sure I still have it
P: Good. If you wanted to call me and catch up sometime, that might be nice (FFS! Who in the hisotry of EVER says 'that might be nice' when asking someone out? Bridget Jones, thats who. And me. And nobody else!)
M: yeah! Ok, brilliant! (brilliant is something he always says)
P: Thanks. Ok, well I have to go back to work now, so we'll talk later ok?
M: Yeah, yeah sure.

And thats my story of today.