Stuff & Nonsense, Divinity & Borinness

Well, I've been approaching death with quietness, this much is true.

Leaving home at 9.30am and barely making it home by 12.30am will do that to ya. As will volunteering to house sit (and dog, cat, spa & more importantly CAR sit).... Trying to blog from dial up hell is a less than pleasant way to spend time.

The upsides of life are these:

1. I have a car!!! God how I've missed her. I had to take her for a quick shopping expedition then home, so she wasn't exhausted or feeling neglected.
   
2. I'm on Holidays (for 2 whole divine weeks, including a week toddling from Adelaide to Melbourne via the Great Ocean Road)
3. Results day at the gym went well, more kg's that have gone awol, more cm's of me that have seemingly melted away. Relieving seeing as I've had transport issues, girlfriends visiting and gourmet meals here there and everywhere.
4. Took Skaed out for a gastronomic orgasm the other night, and his boss paid for it... value!

The crap sides (all happening to other people....... sorry guys, it's not often I actually have all good stuffs going on at once)

1. Smiley didn't get the job we were dying for her to get on the Sunshine Coast. Buttheads
2. SexBomb took a dive yesterday at the shops after too much dancing and not enough food/water.... silly muffin, EAT AND DRINK woman, I'll be there to monitor your progress bloody soon.

I also had some great random thoughts through the week.... well they wre great at the time, now they're more vague recollections.
I know 'what does human flesh taste like?' was a contender, but beyond that....farknose.

Must attempt being crafty and skankify some clothes for Ma & Pa to dress up as hookers at the party while i'm away. Dad's going for a black above the knee skirt with one side ruched up pretty much to the waist. Mum's is a pink snakeskin beauty we're going to slit up both sides pretty much to ass level. Funny how sewing actually has a (small) amusement level when used for Pimp & Prostitute amusement.

Am contemplating taking the lawn mower for a walk in the sunshine...... just so not in the mood for gritty sweaty cleavage.