Just Want To Say

I know I write about people in my life. 

Though I try to keep them “nicknamed” just so that it seems a little more fictional and a little less real. But it is my life, and it is a reality I live through every day, and I have no qualms about speaking my mind and sharing my honest opinion of the world. Usually the people never get a chance to read my blog (mainly because I keep it under wraps that I even have one) but on the odd occasion they do stumble across my blog and discover quite how mean I can be.  

Which happened just yesterday. 

 

For a bit of history I mentioned to “EB-Games-Boy” that I had a blog. And he being the generous over sharer that he is (and I mean that in the nicest way possible because people with that genuine trusting honesty are refreshing yet scarce in this overly secretive and petty society) shared it with the people he worked with. 

Which after the incident just the other day. 

Which I ranted about. 

Being the “I have terrible eyebrows and wear too much make up” event. 

The people involved plus other people within the store decided to look me up. 

And I believe got quite a nasty shock. 

Karma. 

That’s all. 

Karma you skinny underfed ferret. 

Have a go at me at your own risk. I take no prisoners and I make no apologies for what I say. This is my blog, my space, and I have a right to speak my mind on matters that clearly are aimed at me. If you’ve got a problem GROW A PAIR and say it too my face why don’t you?

 

 

rock tape and roller blading

 

Can someone please explain why Rock Tape is so damn expensive?

I go through roll after roll after roll.

AND IT’S GOING TO LEAVE ME BEGGING FOR CRUMBS.

Fuck. It’s so damn expensive!

It works amazingly to be completely honest, and I couldn’t imagine my life without it.

 

But onto business.

I had a wonderfully fantastic evening with “tinder-boy-number-two” he even opened the car door for me. He is a wonderful wonderful gentleman. I don’t want to get ahead of myself for obvious reasons (that being my track record for finding the most retardedly peculiar men that have ever crossed the face of the planet)

But I’m not putting all my eggs in one basket just just yet.

There’s still the cute and adorably awkward “EB-Games-boy” whom I really want to spend more time with and get him out of that school boy shell he’s hiding behind. I think he’s entertaining, and interesting, and a challenge for me. He doesn’t conform in any way. He’s brash, and upfront, and doesn’t give a rats ass about what’s socially acceptable or bending to my ever present egotistical nature. He is a refreshing change to the horny sneaky blokes that I tend to cross paths with more often than I’d like.  But I fear he wants more than I will ever be able to give him. After all that life has thrown at me, the one thing I’ve done in way of protecting myself, is to put up walls, keep my distance and play the ever aloof girl, that’s always just out of reach (not to mention the little whelp of a girl whose going out of her way to meddle around and cause trouble for no real reason other than the fact that she may have missed her chance)

And then there is “tinder-boy-number-three” who is another lovely charming young man. Who (although a little unusual at times) would like to take me out for burritos, pool and bubble tea.

You only get one chance at life.

I’ve got my whole life ahead of me.

Time to start taking some risks and learning to let go.

Reconnecting with my inner child.

 

After all, you’ve got to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince right?

Or in my case rescue the sap from the tree he got stuck in.

 

I take it back modays are weird

So after raving about the day I had ahead. 

I had a rather awkward run in with a member of the EB Games staff. 

Not “EB-Games-Boy” but one of his co-workers. 

She did as all customers do and ordered her drink, paid and waited. I do as all boosties do and made her drink, poured it up, and served it to her. And then the little toad has the audacitiy to go and tell “Eb-Games-Boy” that “she’s not that pretty, her eyebrows are a mess and she wears far too much eye make up” SERIOUSLY? I mean honestly if you want the guy take him, if you can. 

 

MWAHAHAHAHAH 

 

But seriously? 

Why are girls so petty? She didn’t want the guy before and now, now he’s fancying someone else she’s all over him and hating on me when we’ve never even met. ARRGHHHHHHHH. 

#mondaysdon’tsuck

So first off I want to make these lovely items this week 

(obviously making them gluten free and more suited to my tastes) 

Once I have more that $17 in my account

Bill Granger’s Corn Fritters

Healing Chicken Soup

Mulled Cider

The mulled cider is mainly because I have way too much left over in my fridge and nothing to do with it (because after the weekend I had the idea of drinking cider makes me want to hurl) and it seems like a good way to cure my cold. All those lovely spices and juices, it’s going to be delicious!

And my second point of call is that I went on a date with “business-card-boy” (I realise know I need to make nick names up for each of the gentlemen I meet with to make it all a little less confusing) He’s the lovely young man that while I was out with my friends one night had the courage and the balls to hand me his business card even though I was adamant he was far too young for me. So I felt I owed him a drink or two. So we went to one of the worst stand up comedy shows I’ve ever had the misfortune to attend in my life. There was far too many hints about the previous on goings of Rolf Harris (which incidentally I agreed with on part. Why is is that the only time you actually learn about pedophiles is when we’re too old for them to actually want to stalk us) and way too many “ums” Clearly none of them ever did public speaking classes.

I can’t stand people who say um. 

Tonight however is date number two with “tinder-guy-jake” 

Roller Blading and Japanese food all the way. 

And he’s picking me up. 

Updates to follow. 

 

Fructose Malabsorption

So if anyone actually reads these, you’d know I’m a gluten free, wheat free, dairy free, and soy free little person. I’m not allergic, and I’m not highly intolerant but life has been a whole load better without this food in my life (excluding my regular sneaky coffees because lets be honest almond milk really doesn’t cut it when it comes to a creamy mocha) But you’d also know I’ve been struggling with depression, it’s taken two years and three over doses for me to admit I need help, but I got that help, and found the ladder the climb out of the hole I’d fallen into. It’s been hard, I’m not going to lie. There is nothing pretty or romantic or even remotely beautiful about being depressed. It’s not like the movies. It’s painful and numbing, it’s like drowning and being buried alive and it’s the most alone I have and probably ever will feel.

 

But along the way I’ve finally started to learn more about myself.

And who I am.

And the processes I go through.

But as I’ve learnt about my personality my body has still not managed to catch up and feel just right. I’ve gone to bed one weight and woken up two kilos heavier in the morning. And I’ve eaten a light dinner, and then struggled to sleep like I’d eaten an huge rich decadent meal.

 

So I told my friend, that I felt like I couldn’t handle onion and garlic and a few other really random things. And she goes “Oh yeah, I can’t have any of that. I’m intolerant to fructose” So I go off and do some reading on Fructose Malabsorption and

IT EXPLAINS SO MUCH.

Of course I need to get tested and see a doctor and all that.

But it’s still a massive step forward.