This is a mixed post of templatey goodness and life. To summarise, I have imported all my old blogger posts going back to 2002. They don’t have an engine to import livejournal posts yet. When that happens, I’ll be bringing all that in, and those posts go from Dec 2000 to May 2002. Now if you wanna read more about my life stuff you have to read through my templatey goodness as the life stuff is further down.. and you’ll need to…
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I read Steph’s blog today and she’s kinda feeling down or crap about stuff, which I can relate to. Her post reminded me of one of my favourite songs by the Police, and made sexy by Ewan McGregor. So this post is for her

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I have nothing to post tonight.

My brain is empty.

I should think about sleeping soon, but I like the idea of another coffee.

I found this on another blog, FictionScribe. A Good read and I thought I’d paste it with my Answers. According to the scribe if you answer yes to 14 or more? then you are unethical. So let’s put this to the test.

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I did a bit of upgrading of my Wordpress tonight. Decided to look for a slightly different theme, and keeping in with my favourite colour.. I have stuck with red! But it could change. As I get the hang of the templating system.. I may change templates for special times of year.. Valentines day would be in black, St Pat’s day would be in Green, with beer everywhere, Easter would feature cute bunnies or some gruesome crucifixion theme. Not sure if I spelt that right.

I’m happy at the moment with work. I am permanently with my new team leader, and whilst I view the appointment with a bit of trepidation, I am taking advantage of all the opportunities thrown at me. Not sure where work are going to go with me as alot of my original workmates have left to do other things and become team leaders or off in other depts. I wonder what I am doing by sitting and staying put.

On the plus side, I am really on the pathway to savings heaven. Picking up doubletime for Thursday is hearing the cash registers ka-ching loudly. I will probably buy my ticket to the UK in two weeks time. However I have the $$ now to do it. I just want more of a savings buffer.

The people below me seem to have an alarm clock that goes off at 2am in the mornings. I am waiting for tonight. If it goes off again at 2am I may lodge a complaint against them. I’ve complained alot since I moved in. I am on of *those* neighbours I am sure. I used to hate those type of people. I lived next to some when I was in a share house in Vic Park.

We had this huge party on a Saturday night, and as we were winding down, getting drunk/stoned (depending on your income) and the cops were called as we were playing through the minds eye on a project pointed at the wall. Damn that was an awesome show. The cops turned up and we turned it down and continued to watch the wall and all the pretty colours.
The neighbours told me off the next day, and to be honest, I didn’t care. Lucky for me, I didn’t live in a villa governed by strata rules! Perhaps I should lighten up and not complain… Maybe. I’ll think about it. I’m getting old and need mah sleep.

And how annoying are blog spammers? I’ve been copping stacks of emails from pharmaceutical spammers telling me they like my blog and please allow their comments. I don’t think it’s at epidemic proportions yet, but jeeze. Talk about clogging up my inbox.

I went to the pub today with my friend JJ. I forgot that I had said yes to going out and I had planned a lazy afternoon of washing my hair, doing the roots since the blonde was growing out and watching some DVD’s about WW2. So JJ rocked up and i was sitting in the chair in my not so nice shorts and a tshirt and there she was.

OK. I got changed and dragged my sorry ass to the pub. Some of the guys at work were there and getting drunk and turning into complete pricks as they drank more alcohol. One in particular pissed me off, and after thinking he was funny asking me if I rode a bike, then commented that I was a dyke. So after I tried to hit him and missed, I kicked him under the table. Not very ladylike of me, not mature of me either. But calling me a dyke and laughing in front of my friends was embarrassing and I guess I am oversensitive a little because of X. I sat for the rest of the afternoon wanting to cry and having to fake that I was interested in being there in the first place. I don’t fit in with alot of these people at work. I felt out of place and awkward.

Then him, and some of the others were commenting on chicks walking past, their hot factor, their boob size, if they should have stayed at home and not gone out. It was like a cattle call. When one of my workmates pointed out there were loads of older guys to perve at for me, I was like.. no, no eyecandy here, plus I just don’t stare at men like they are objects to be lusted over. Maybe I need to start doing that. I’d end up being like some of my workmates tho, and makes me wonder what they say about others in the workplace, or even me.

The pub, was OK if you are a young person in their 20s looking beautiful and going there to see people and be seen. I wasn’t dressed like a skank, but I was underdressed compared to some of the people I saw there. I am more of a old style beer garden type of chick, or hanging around in a smokey pub playing pool with friends. There were alot of chicks wearing similar things, and wearing those thongs which are now decorated with sparkles. I’ve seen some great pedicures this afternoon that’s for sure, and some chicks who NEEDED pedicures. I even saw some yuppy style italian men wearing thongs. ick.

That’s all I feel like talking about tonight.

Update:: I got an apology today so I am satisfied.

I got an invite to a nutrimetics party a couple of nights ago, and since I had nothing planned for a change on the weekend (like work). I had to get up early to go to work, listen to newbie calls and give feedback to people in a positive way. That part was easy as they all did just fine for their calls. I got home, spent an hour on the phone to my ISP to find out how to migrate to a different plan. They don’t do things over the phone, so they sent me a PDF of migrating my plan to a different one, and I’m like.. dudes, I want a form to fill in.

So being the lazy person I am, I created a paint document, and typed in my information like name, address, date of birht, phone numbers etc, and then copied the PDF files, turned them paint documents, copy and pasted my info from one paint doc into another paint doc, saved them, and then converted the migration plan stuff back into PDF’s and emailed them to work so i can fax them on monday morning.

I had other stuff to do, and I wanted to get a snooze before I went to the nurtimetics party, but that didn’t happen. So I went, was tired and got to use some facial stuff. Apparently my skin is in good condition! Yay for the 32 year old in a Nutrimetics party full of young 20 somethings. I think I ended up knowing a little more about skin types etc than she did. I’ve been taking care of my skin since I was about 16 or so. I’ve had alot of skin problems, so apparently it’s showing, and I have good genes.

Anyways, back to the party. So I am sitting with a bunch of girls who are gasbagging away about who’s sleeping with whom, who’s a hoe, or a manslut and I’m sitting there thinking.. ahhh sounds like my work. We had to wash our faces and I have an oily T zone, so I used the Nutrimetics Tea Tree wash, which was fine and didn’t hurt my face. Then I put the mask on and it was a little tingly and wasn’t that bad. Then came the toner.

O.. dear god.

I can put toner on my face in about 5 seconds flat and then i work on it. After placing the toner on my face, my face then was on fire. OW. I ran to the bathroom and removed the toner, and went back and had some evening primrose oil rubbed in my face, which eased the immediate pain however now I have a sore face. Watch out is all i can say. I wouldn’t have said I am particularly sensitive, but when my face is screaming like a banshee it’s time to make a change.

I’ve typed this when tired.. i should sleep.

Hi there

I’m lori, I live in the unit below you. I have a few things I need to comment on.

1: Your children.

Your baby cries day and night when I am a shift worker, until I have my own screamer, I prefer not to hear any cries of human beings until they are at least adults and having fun when they are screaming. Your son plays crap music, and please stop overfeeding him.

2: Your walking around on high heels at all hours. When you get home from work, take your shoes OFF. High heels should not be worn for an hour after you get home, the clip clopping drives me insane. I understand why you wear them? You’re about 5ft0 in your bare feet, and 4 inch heels may make your legs look remotely long, but think about your old age. You are going to have bunions, short calf muscles, and toes which point in different directions.

3: Why must you then, after taking your high heels off, whump around your rooms like you’re an elephant? You’re no where near elephant proportions, maybe cowlike, but not that big that it justifies walking around like you’re squashing cockroaches.

4: I hate how you pause on the landing outside my front door and look inside. I don’t have anything worth stealing, and obviously since you purchased the unit upstairs outright you are assessing my level of income. I guess not everyone can afford to live up to your standards, and yes, everything you see from the door is second hand.

5: Your son is a pervert. I have lost count of the times he has tried to peer through the frosted glass into my bathroom from the landing. Lucky for me he can’t see, I don’t shower with the light on, and I have a fantabulous shower curtain.

6: You keep parking in my carbay. It’s mine, you have yours, I have mine. It was YOU who also reversed into my front bumper As a result, I have reinsured my car so that if I need to, I can get the damage from your crappy parking skills fixed. Oh by the way, you left your headlights on tonight, good luck starting the car in the morning. I hope you are with the RAC.

Regards,

Your SINK (single income no kids) below.

It’s hard to know what to write at times when I’ve been through such a lot over the last 12 months.

I thought I was doing OK with money until I spent $100 in 3 days. That’s not doing alot for my savings for my trip! I filled out my passport applications and need to somehow find time to request a copy of my birth certificate. The copy dad has is a photocopy, and I need an original. Then I have to get photograph’s taken. I might get black and white photo’s taken. I think I look better :>

I went out with friends last night to say hello to someone who we will call Billy, who met her husband on IRC, and then went to the US and married him. She came over for a visit; her X, we’ll call her kelly, was telling me she felt a little disturbed as some things that Billy sold should have been given back to her as she gave them to Billy in the first place. I thought about X and the things that I have left behind that he’s keeping.

Speaking of weird relationships, my sister’s X is stalking her. I guess she’s stalkable, 5ft10, long red hair, great body…

She’s treated him with disdain so that he would break up with her, as the first time round when she ended it he used emotional blackmail to get her back. He visited my parents and freaked them out when he was saying stuff like “no matter what happens I’ll always love her” Can anyone hear the stalker bells ringing? He keeps ringing her all the time, and last night was calling her till 3am. She doesn’t want to involve the police otherwise his other X will stop him from seeing his daughter, and lord knows how he would react if that would happen. She’s hoping he’ll get bored and leave her alone eventually. I am sure she can get her phone number changed for free, but she’s not done it yet. I know how she feels. It’s a sign that he has won something over her. I hope she’ll be ok.