they say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone / / they say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Monday's puppy play time.

My best friend, Rachel, fosters puppies until they have their medicals done and find new homes. Yesterday she got three 8 week old Cocker Spaniels x Blue Heeler puppies. The one being held here is Dallas. There was also Simba and Beethoven. Rachel’s only got them for two weeks, so Hannah and I made the most of it last night.

This is Simba asleep on my lap. We had to wake them up constantly so they would actually sleep last night. Turns out Rachel took them to bed but they woke up again.

We watched Big Brother, ate dinner, played with the puppies outside, and then came home. I still smelt like puppies when I got home.

Yesterday's outfit of the day:

  • Black singlet
  • Black cropped sequined sheer top
  • Black pleather high waisted shorts
  • Black imitation vans
  • Black Underoath hoodie (not shown)

I wear a lot of black. Bite me.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Guess who put some serious effort into looking nice today ?

This guy.

Going shopping with Celeste today. Outfit of the day:

  • Blink-182 t-shirt
  • Black pleather high waisted shorts
  • Black sheer tights/pantyhose
  • Black thigh-high socks, folded above the knee
  • Black boots (the ones I always wear)
  • Red flanny print shirt (not shown)

I think it's about time I started putting in some effort towards my appearance again. Since winter hit, I've been a lazy ass bitch about it. If only I had my own personal hairdresser to straighten my hair for me. It takes too fucking long to do myself. It's the reason I quit doing my hair in the first place. Maybe I'll do it on special occasions when I can be fucked.

Good morning, sunshine.

People always ask me if I'll ever regret getting my chest tattooed. There's not a chance in hell I'd regret it. Not even when I'm 80 years old.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Happy Birthday Sammy Sam Sam !

So Sunday night was Sammy's 21st birthday party. Almost all of my friends were there, which was bloody fantastic considering I hadn't seen most of them in months. There was a bonfire, loads of people drinking, hardly any light or seats, so many jokes to be had (and new inside jokes made), chips to snack on that Rachel and I brought, and great music. I don't actually remember singing Happy Birthday to Sammy but oh well.

Rachel and I spent most of our night talking to Celeste (who somehow lost her phone) next to the fire since Taylor wasn't there, Hannah was on her dinner date, Michael was at work, Anthony wasn't there, and Trev was at another 21st birthday. England gladly informed me that he’s booked in for his turn at the STAT for uni (fingers crossed he gets in!) and showed me his new stitches from the previous weekend’s accident, Harry and I caught up about everything as we do, Ryan showed me his terrible new haircut, Brad showed me his new tattoo outlines, and Jane and Larry sat near us talking about whatever.

Trev showed up after a while, so we sat with him and England. Hannah eventually showed up with her new date-guy-thingy-whatever Pascal, who is super nice and Rachel and I liked. He took Hannah to a Japanese restaurant and the food they had looked delicious. She sent me photos because she knew I’d enjoy them. He’s into anime as well, so bonus points for him ! Michael came shortly after work and he spent most of his time hanging out with Ryan and whoever else.

Trev, Rachel and I went back to Rachel’s house later since we were all tired, and we pretty much crashed instantly. I don’t even remember what time it was. Celeste text me at like 1:40am to tell me that she found her phone. It was in the car the whole time, ha. Michael text me at 8:30am and woke me up. I couldn't go back to sleep after that since Chuck (Rachel’s dog) kept me awake. Hannah came over earlier that morning and we got cheese and crackers with wine as a lovely Sunday Session Recovery. It was fabulous.

I came home with a headache and a thirst I couldn't seem to quench.

Friday, October 19, 2012




Tuesday, October 16, 2012

We have a house inspection on Friday.

Need to clean the house before then. Seriously can’t be assed, but since we’re about to start the process of extending our lease, it’s probably best we keep up the good shit. I don’t mind cleaning the whole house - I’m fine with the vacuum and mopping - but I am desperately seeking out an alternative to cleaning the bathroom. It is the one room, in any given house, that I fucking loathe cleaning. I cannot stand it. Wiping down the bathroom sink area drives me nuts. I’d rather scrub the toilet clean.

Ugh, and I have to clean up all my paperwork that’s floating around on my side of the bedroom. Noooooooo. I hate cleaning up after myself yet I am the laziest fucker I know. I do this to myself every goddamn time.

I need a maid.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Hairy Maclary.

I need to buy some more pigmented eyeshadows because the ones I used today faded after some time. My makeup looked great for a couple of hours and then BAM - barely there.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Things I wish I'd said #019

I was so wrapped up in my own hell hole that I forgot how tough things really were for you too. I just wanted people to see how much I was hurting that I didn't care enough about those hurting around me. I wasn't there for you like a proper friend should have been. You were troubled and needed support, but I was too self absorbed to see it.

There’s an ache inside my chest whenever I think about how hard your life has been. We haven’t spoken in several years. I’m sorry.

Life will get better for you.

I'm pretty sure I had a sex dream about Angus Stone.

Pretty sure. Maybe.

I woke up in my dream, in a bed with him next to me. We were both naked, and someone was at the door so he was scrambling to get some clothes on. He said something about being late for a show, and I was confused because I thought I had been in bed with him after his most recent performance. Then I was like, “wait, did we have sex ?” and he just looked at me while putting a sock on his erect penis. He had his bushy hair and beard that I love so much, and was wearing a hat, even in his sleep.

I don’t even know what. I woke up without finding out if we did have sex or not.

Desktop loving ♡

Thursday, October 11, 2012


I have literally done nothing with my day (minus watching the last few episodes of Elfin Lied (for the billionth time)) but check my bank account to see if I’ve been paid. I haven’t changed out of my pjs. I haven’t showered or done my hair. I’ve eaten, been on my laptop and sat on my fat ass all day long.

I just got paid. Putting on real clothes and going shopping. Gonna get my peach lipstick today. That’ll be my fortnightly treat, since last fortnight I got maccas for dinner. Not helping my diet situation but whatever. I do what I want.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Sunday's bbq.

Yesterday’s bbq was great ! I bought a whole chicken for 4 of us to share but I ended up eating half of it because no one wanted the last piece and I’m a fatty. Hannah and I blew bubbles with our bubble wands; Rachel and Izzy tried to kick the footy around; Anthony and Craig kicked the footy around most of the time; Dylan cooked the food; and Sarah and the rest of us girls just sat around talking about shit. Michael obviously didn’t come because he was hungover, and the guy Hannah’s dating didn’t come either because he had been busy all day.

We were only at the park for an hour before it got fucking cold. A couple of my fingernails went blue and we were all shivering. Poor Izzy wore shorts because it had been warm during daylight and didn’t have time to change. I took my “new” film camera in hopes that I could chew up the remaining film in it so I can get it processed. I’m not even sure how they’ll turn out, but the film is Kodak and it looks like a recent roll of film because it’s not an older style. IDK. I’m just looking forward to seeing what’s on it.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Thursday lunch @ work.

Once again had to correct someone and point out that my gigantic diamond ring is a) fake, and b) not an engagement ring. Lay off, people. I then had to further explain why I have a boyfriend, live with him, and have been together for almost 3 and a half years if we have no intention of getting married. Uh, because we’re still young, have loads of shit we want to accomplish in our own lives before joining them with another, and… just no. Why is it so hard for people to comprehend that you can be happily in love with someone without wanting it to be more than it already is ? I’m content, Michael’s content, that’s enough for the two of us. Gah~

Walking my way up to jogging.

Went for a casual walk to the shops. An hour and more later, I finally got back home. I was hassled four fucking times while I was out walking. Assholes in their shitbox cars WooOOOOooooing at me like I’d fucking enjoy it or something. Gave them all the finger. No one should have to put up with that kind of behaviour. What a bunch of wankers.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Cute :3

My Sailor Moon manga has some pretty cute pictures in it~

Drunk posts from last night.

Who needs a social life anyway ? I have Game of Thrones, a bottle of red wine, the possibility of the house to myself, Sailor Moon manga to read, 500+ movies to pick from, and Assassin’s Cread to play if I so wish. And the best thing of all is that I don’t have to put up with waiting lines for entry, the bar, the toilet… anything. I don’t have to put up with drunk guys hitting on me or weird looks from drunk girls. It’s just me, and the cat (for now, depending on whether Michael returns or not).

We shall see how far I get into this bottle of wine. We shall see. And you will be bombarded with drunken updates for whatever reason I see fit at the time.

Game of Thrones is messing with my language skills. Maybe it’s the red wine. Maybe it’s both. Either way - here’s to a good night thanks to my wonderful self !

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Woke up slightly hungover and went to check all my social networking apps. Found this on Instagram. Caption read: “Reverting wax spinning.” Was supposed to say “Everything was spinning” but whatever~