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Tip Me Over, Pour Me Out [15 Jun 2009|01:59pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Ah, lordy. What a week.

Wednesday night we're getting ready to see Lily Allen when the phone rings. It's the agent from the apartment at Kensington I looked at two weeks ago. We've been approved. Can we move in on Saturday? Not realisng the rental crisis is over, having moved twice during the worst of it (the fact we were approved for the first place we applied for should have given me an inkling) I panicked and said YES.

Cut to now. Half our stuff is in bags on the floor of the new place, the rest is in storage. Except for the wardrobes and sofa, which are still in Summer Hill as they didn't fit on the truck and/or couldn't be carried, and I have no idea what we'll do about them. Can't really unpack without wardrobes. Summer Hill needs hours and hours of scrubbing to get rid of the mould. As for my former agent... he's demanding we pay rent till 3 July. I told him I will have the place ready for showing people though by the weekend, but to no avail. (We are beyond poor, I might add). I'm getting in touch with the tenancy tribunal.

So, it's goodbye to the inner west. Anzac Parade instead of Parramatta Road. Oxford St instead of King St. Buses instead of trains. Domestic flights overhead instead of 747s. I will dearly miss Summer Hill village (there's nothing in Kensington, not even a proper supermarket) but we're five minutes walk from Centennial Park, which helps a lot. Right near the racecourse too, so we'll picket the place on race days.


Jubilations for Six! [14 May 2009|03:11pm]
[ mood | recumbent ]

Well, we've all become familiar with the May 14 post over the years...without further ado, this year's birthday portrait for the original special man in my life.

Fat people have fat petsCollapse )

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Home Surgery 101 [23 Mar 2009|01:11pm]
Well, my cleavage piercing is now gone...and how.

It's been growing out for the past few weeks; getting closer to the skin and looking red. I meant to go to polymorph to have it removed, but never got around to it, and didn't give it much thought. Until Saturday afternoon, when I looked in the mirror and realised the top end of the bar was now poking right through the skin.

This was not good. It was after 4pm and we were in Newcastle, so naturally everywhere piercing wise (along with everywhere else) was shut. Contemplating a trip to JHH, I realised there's a good reason I keep an RN around :). We decided he'd cut the last bit of skin.

It really wasn't as bad as it sounds. All antiseptic precautions were taken, topical anaesthetic applied. But there still came the moment when I had to lie down and let someone cut my chest with a pair of scissors. I do not like the anticipation in these cases and turn into a whining, hand-shoving baby.

But it was fine. He put his professional hat on and talked me through everything, and it felt like a pinprick rather than the CUT I was dreading. Now I just have a little red hole on my chest, and can brag about how 'ard core I am, undergoing field surgery.
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So That's What Gave City Rail The Idea [17 Mar 2009|12:28pm]
[ mood | happy ]

natalie dee


Recipe Corner! [23 Feb 2009|12:00pm]
I don't normally post recipes, but vegetarian cooking is a whole new one on me. It's like I'm a talented piano player, but have suddenly been told I can't play piano and have to play flute instead. (An odd analogy considering I can't play piano or flute). Anyway try this...

Pumpkin and Fetta Canneloni

Dip fresh lasagne sheets in hot water, then lay out and spread with cubed roast pumpkin, crumbled fetta and torn baby spinach leaves. Roll up, brush canneloni lightly with olive oil, then pour over spaghetti sauce and sprinkle with parmesan cheese. Bake at 180 degrees for 20 minutes.

Serve with a salad and a feeling of self-righteousness.
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Down By The Old Railroad Tracks... [09 Feb 2009|05:50pm]
It doesn't seem very important today. But here are some photos I took last week around, over and under the abandoned goods line at Summer Hill.

All photos are work safe, carbon neutral and have a fresh citrus fragranceCollapse )
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Queen Of The Cryptic Post [28 Jan 2009|01:16pm]
[ mood | determined ]

...the river has almost met the sea.

It shall not be stopped now.


In other news, my bottle of liquid paper at work ran out before it dried out.

Has that happened in the history of the world before ever?


[27 Jan 2009|12:25pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

Well it was a long weekend of...how shall I put this...nasty surprises.

Some I can't go in to, others included the person I was meant to spend the day with on Sunday not showing up, my DVD player dying, and Kings of Leon winning the Hottest 100 (someone should tell them, if the sex is really that great, you shouldn't have the energy to shout about it, not if you're doing it right).


I've got a sudden urge to get a notebook. I've been trying to write my Sydney tell all, but I just can't get anywhere in long hand. And they have the cutest little things these days...


I'm excited too, but in other news today... [21 Jan 2009|11:00am]
[ mood | hopeful ]

Sid Vicious innocent of killing Nancy Spungen?

Also, it's not such a big deal, but it's the fifth anniversary of my blog today.


Maybe I'm still tried, but... [19 Jan 2009|09:43am]
[ mood | discontent ]

I'm trying to catch up from the extra work I had on Friday, because the woman who sits next to me was away.

She was away because her boyfriend rang our boss, and secretly arranged for her to have the day off. He suprised her Thursday after work, picking her up in a taxi; they went to the airport, and flew to Cairns. They spent Saturday, her 30th birthday, diving on the Great Barrier Reef.

Nothing even 20% that great has ever happened to me. In fact I didn't even think this stuff happened in real life. The best I've ever gotten is, "We're getting drive-thru then we're doing it twice."


I couldn't make it up [16 Jan 2009|09:34am]
[ mood | exhausted ]

The Universe is laughing at me behind my back.

After a week of insomnia, the result of which I've had about 15 hours sleep since the weekend, last night I settled in with rescue remedy for an early night.

I was woken at 12am by the warning tone for the fire alarm, which went on all night. Even putting in ear plugs (the foam in-ear kind, not flesh tunnels, which look good but wouldn't have helped) did no good.

Today I am at work - not point staying home when the noise was continuing. But forget about it. I'm in a continuous flood of tears for no reason other than exhaustion (okay, the unpleasant call I had last night from a certain paternal figure isn't helping...)

My eyes look a bit like my avatar.

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Mysterious Ways [11 Jan 2009|01:14pm]
Went to see U23D at Imax last night. Without giving away the suprise plot twist...

  • The Edge is the hardest working man in U2.

  • Bono is still a wanker. (like this).

  • As for the other two...I'm not certain, but I think I saw the drummer with a plate of fish and chips at one point.

  • A warning: It's very loud, and the motion on screen made me feel a bit sick. Now, I always feel a bit sick, but my less nauseous companion had the same problems.

    Nonetheless, I would recommend.
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    Theoretical Moral Dilemma [08 Jan 2009|01:57pm]
    [ mood | blah ]

    You can travel back in time to January 8, 1939 and assassinate Hitler, thereby preventing the Holocaust.*

    However, you will be killed as a result. You will not return to 2009.

    What do you do?

    * He definitley dies, it's a given in this question, and no one else launches the Holocaust as a tribute to his memory or something.

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    Fizzgigg has the right look! [04 Jan 2009|11:58am]
    [ mood | hungry ]

    Last night, catching up with my aunt (and godmother) for the first time in 13 years, I learnt something horrifying.

    We are distantly related to Sarah Palin.

    Can't...stop...washing. So dirty. And no decent person will ever want to sleep with me again.


    Being first real week of New Year and all, I'm going to sort myself out a la NY Resolutions - pay bills on time, "see someone" (shrink). Well my main resolution I broke withing minutes of midnight. Meh, now there's a situation that will play itself out again, hopefully better this time.

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    Huh? [29 Dec 2008|12:17pm]
    [ mood | curious ]

    There's something fishy about this item from today's Column 8:

    Here's one of those Christmas stories that just make you feel good, from a reader who identifies herself only as Cara, of Westleigh: "I disembarked a choppy boat after a Christmas party on Friday, December 19, and made my way into the city. I wandered around for a good 35 minutes when I realised I didn't know where I was. I saw a florist, where I asked where the train station was, and a small, beautiful voice said, 'Where are you headed?' I turned and saw a lovely older lady. I said, 'I'm trying to get home. I want to catch a train to Hornsby.' She said, 'Wrong way. You want St James station. Follow me.' We made small talk - not really small talk, but the kind of talk where you feel that you are definitely not alone. We boarded the train, but there were no seats together, so I sat in front of my new companion. As we drew closer to Lindfield, my friend passed me and patted me on the shoulder. We exchanged thank yous, but what I neglected to say to the kind lady was merry Christmas. So to the lovely helpful lady whose daughter needs a job, please reply to Column 8 - I can help." If she read this and contacts us, Cara, we'll put you in touch.

    First of all, you can't get a train to Hornsby from St James station. They could have changed at Wynyard or Central, but there's no mention of it. Second, wouldn't she have disembarked at, most likely, Circular Quay? Great big whacking station there too - again, no trains to Hornsby, but she could have asked directions.

    I know what I have to do to get into column 8 now - just make shit up!


    Powerpuff girl - I is one [28 Dec 2008|12:33pm]
    [ mood | Pretty. ]

    So after my $90 haircut, I've dyed my hair black. It looks...well, I feel attractive again! New lease of life and all. No photos, but I'll see people on NYE I guess. My date bailed on me, so guys - form an orderly queue, no pushing, this is your lucky night ;)

    Now, seriously - does anyone know anyone who's looking for a few extra $? In light of the fact I don't get home from work most nights till 7pm, I'm too damn wrung out on the weekends to clean. I'm looking for someone to do 2 hours cleaning, once a fortnight. I'll pay well, my flat is 3 minutes walk from the station, all supplies provided. As long as you can put up with a cat. I'm very tidy, so it will just be cleaning, no picking up after us. Please send me a PM if you know anyone who's interested.

    Thanks and remain bless.


    Call Me Cat Rescue [21 Dec 2008|10:07am]
    [ mood | angry ]

    Lately I've been noticing a white cat a few houses down that I've never seen before. From a distance, it seemed unusually docile, so I called it over...and recoiled in shock.

    The cat has no nose.

    It's covered in tumours. It makes me SO angry anyone could do that to an animal (what f**kwit lets a white cat outside?!?). It's always asleep in the front lawn; I think it's dying. People say I spoil Xander. Well, I've seen the alternative and I don't much care for it. I'm getting Faust to take me and the cat to the RSPCA today...I hope it doesn't have to be put down, but I'd rather that than the poor thing is is pain any longer.

    I must have Julian's T ShirtCollapse )

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    Hooray for Wednesday [17 Dec 2008|10:03am]
    [ mood | bored ]

    At the moment, there's little to do at work. Will the boss admit that? Nooo...she keeps telling us to review our client notes. I felt like saying They were fine yesterday, but I'll check again, in case they all rearranged themselves in the night. Bascially internet is forbidden - I have lightning quick reflexes, but it's not always enough. Earlier this week she had IT monitoring us, actually calling when we went on sites we shouldn't (rotten.com? No, the SMH. What a way to inspire loyalty and boost morale). Which is a joke considering the hundreds and hundreds of hours of unpaid overtime I've put in. I should get the afternoon off, so I can get a pedicure and see Twilight again. *Sigh*

    I've a real Betty Boop/cartoonish thing going on with my hair today. I'm getting really sick of people I don't, or barely, know thinking they can ruffle my hair. It makes me fear pregnancy - the thought of strangers touching my belly horrifies me. I'll get one of those Yosemite Sam Back Off t-shirts. With a classy look like that I'll have to call the kid Starlah or Jackxyn.

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    The world just got less glam [12 Dec 2008|03:09pm]
    [ mood | sad ]

    Bettie Page has passed away.

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    I'm goinng to wear a bustier and fishnets watching TV tonight as a mark of resepct. (For about 5 minutes. That stuff is not comfy).

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    Things I Would Rather Do... [11 Dec 2008|02:49pm]
    [ mood | Unhappy ]

    ......than attend the office xmas party:

  • Be seated next to Ann Coulter on a flight to London
  • Give John Howard a sponge bath
  • Do HSC maths again
  • Do Economics 101 again
  • Go through puberty again
  • Walk 10k in heels
  • Watch Beaches
  • Listen to every song the Veronicas have ever released.

    I think "social phobia" is a legitimate reason not to attend. My boss does not.
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