December 2010
37 posts
I think I just heard someone throwing up in my shower.
Please don’t be an eating disorder in this house. That would break my heart.
Anonymous asked: who is this mr ex-thing? he needs a beat down for such bad manners. pronto!
It's been Christmas
But a lot else has been bothering me.
Like how I am in a ‘relationship’ where I am ignored for days on end, up to a week, then doted on for a night and a day, then back on the cycle again.
And it’s breaking my heart to like you more than you appear to like me. At least that is how it is now. Because at the start I had to get you to stay home so I could get my shit together...
The meaning of Christmas.
Every Christmas lunch, dad asks this question just as we are polishing off our lunch. This year, it was about Dependancy vs Independancy, it’s ratios, and it’s flexibility & adaptability to change.
You could be 80% independent, until someone comes along, & you happily change ratios to 50:50. Sometimes it changes too much & you could become 80% dependent - a little too...
I need
A little less lethargic mood, a little more movement, a little less sweety comfort foods, a little more control!
Balcony parties
Note to self: do not host a balcony party with your close friends from work before your annual Christmas party - which has free alcohol supplied. This only ends badly.
After hosting an afternoon on the balcoy in my new pad, complemented by ciders, beers and vodka, we bussed our way to the annual Christmas party, hosted in the beautiful GPO building at Martin Place. The whole thing. It was huge....
It’s been a while, yes. There are reasons why:
Work and training has been consuming me.
Mid-week dinners and beers has also been occupying my evenings.
Sleep is a necessity.
I’m enjoying this new lifestyle way too much.
A few good things have happened. After having mid-week beers with Alex “DJ Puma” Preston, he has put in sore for me a few grande things, music wise....
The more I see him, the closer I want to get, the more attached I become, and the time between visits seems to drag on longer.
Dammit!
Sundays at The World Bar
Last night saw the launch of our new Sundays at the World Bar.
At the start of 6pm, I was not present, but the dumplings were steaming when I got there, looking so delicious. Forbes as per usual was already hammered drunk. We were in for a ridiculous night.
After making a paper apron sporting “Sundays loves Hospo” for Gwinn the bartender, we proceeded to spill beer all over the bar,...
Calling me Thursday through Sunday without fail after you finish work is ruining my sleeping patterns! 6am phonecalls are not cool. And neither is day-napping!
Moving
Nailed it.
Now just to get ontop of the bus timetables here….
So lately there have been many things on my mind.
One is a certain someone, who is starting to make me very happy (of course his skills as a bartender never go astray) and the other being the move.
The night before, well, 8 hours before the removalists will arrive, I finally finished packing my life. 10 boxes, 10 megabags, 2 suitcases, a car load of various items, a couch, a fridge, a bar...
“You’re a living magnet and you inevitably attract into your life, the...”
– Brian Tracy
“I wouldn’t be here if I was…”
– Sometimes that is all someone needs to hear.
I could do a recount of my weekend in Newcastle. It could be long and descriptive.
But I won’t, except:
I have an urge to get absolutely belted after two glasses of wine.
My friend kissed me last night and now I feel guilty.
I need sleep to function.
I forgot my iPhone charger.
Dad has unlimited downloads.
And chocolate.
And icecream
Dear Finnegan's
I know I used to supervise you, but please stop getting me drunk each time I’m in Newcastle. Yes it is partially mg fault for walking in your front doors and playing on your turntables, but I do not like being extremely tired on a Sunday as it corrupts my plans.
Sincerely,
Brasco
“It’s not what you are that holds you back, it’s what you think you...”
– Denis Waitley
Security Strike
Over the last few days I have had about four of my really good friends to let my guard down.
Scared of ultimately having my heart broken over and over again, I’ve created an impermeable wall around myself that positions myself before everyone else and keeps others at a safe distance (especially those of the male variety with a more-than-friendly purpose). Not in a sense that I think I am...
“Dear Boyfriend,
I can make your girlfriend scream...”
– Dear Blank, Pleas Blank.
