okay, is it just me…

or does anyone else have a twitchy right clickee finger.

gets wearisome having that little white box pop up inviting me to scroll here blah blah.

no wonder they advanced me onto that “Right Click Function Disabled!” warning…and an [!] mark no less.

oh look its my self imposed bedline. i made meself do a pinkie promise.

night all.

fuck!…

i hate dealing with bipolar.

especially in a husband.

fucking mental illnesses.

it can all just get fucked!

*wraps it all up in a tightly wound football and dropkicks it to wherethefuckever*

*screaming and cursing*

*sees the football again*

*pissily runs over and picks up this…this football of fetidness*

*starts ripping, tearing, kicking and head butting*

*yes still fucking screaming*

*sometimes struggling because now i have become weak and feel slightly better*

okaay…

*straightens clothes…puts hair back up in pony tail*

*re-enters conversation*

so this made me laugh…

tha bastids…

so i have been gypped with a ‘tranquility’ incense stick…*where’s tha tranquility! i scream in my head like george constanza’s father*…either it’s a dud or it’s a trick one…i light it, walk away….two hours later i realise its still not done.

looks like we may be back in the realm of lightnun duels tonight. by the look of that sky coming over. maan why can’t it do that when i am sleeping. oh okay the LFB jest come on and because my husband hates when i multi task during our chat sessions. i will be back later to finish this…well depending on the lightnun gawds.

[thirty-four minutes later]

so i am thinking about getting the in town hairdresser to cut, dye and foil me hair. i figure if she does it crap i got three weeks to really get used to it plus i usually wear my hair up anyway so the cut doesn’t matter so much…well unless she cuts it too short. but the decider will be in if she actually does foils as opposed to that dreaded streaking cap. fuck i haate that cap…i always found it funny when getting streaks they [hairdressers in the collective] seem to plonk you in the chair next to that big window fer passing pedestrian traffic to look in and gawk at…

back in the city, every now and again i would do my beetlejuice impersonation when they had pulled me hair thru but before the gloop went on…jump out from behind my book or magazine with wispy bits of hair flapping outta of that skull cap. that same cap that pushes yer eyebrows together into a monobrow and leaves a mark like you‘ve had a lobotomy by some crappy surgeon. fer added effect turn yer eye balls inwards and upwards…its best used to scare the bejeezus out of small kids who are peering in thru the glass. just to pass the time really. trick was not to be caught by tha parents. sometimes they don’t like having yelping screaming kids about.

whilst visiting the other site earlier i notice a few have been suffering a post christmas deflation. i like that i don’t get over excited about christmas…less to deflate huh. works fer moi. and that’s what its all about at the moment…what works for me.

rocky i did check me tuna fish supplies after reading yer post…but hell i can’t find the damn use by date on the ally pink salmon can. salmon…tuna. kinda all the same to me. and jest when i was getting enthusiastic about that edible feast that i described in yer comments. now i don’t really mind raaalphing from too many cones but i like to draw the line at food poisoning [mainly mine]…cause that ain’t no fun. makes yer bum burn.

**so okay just as i went to post this latest mumble. well fuck! the fucken power went out…fuck, fuck and more FUCKS…funny i could only recover some of this post**

lucky fer you i will just carry on waffling…ahaahaa.

i went to make a stew last night…defrosted some meat…oh okaay THATS what freezer burn looks like. my families animals get fed good by me. dog and chook food…sometimes straight from mah freezer tho i do realise i am gunna have to defrost that bastid soon…probably be surprised with its contents. i know that i have a tonne of ice cream left over from sweetgums time with me. i used to like coming home from the shop in the *nextbig town over* and watching the LFB’s beadies grow wide with delight and having his “alriiiight” ring out thru the house at all the goodies i brung home. i miss the little fat bastid…especially when i sing out…”where’s my coffee, bitch?”…and realise there’s only me here.

*sooo bitch going to make coffee*

shit…

kerry packer australia’s richest[?] man just died.

hmmm wonder how i can become his long lost lovechild…*plots*

well buggerit…

i cannae be seeming to change outta me santy suit. so i guess the fat bastid’s arse will remain a tad longer eh.

*comes back in*…ohhh okaay it changed now.

well…

i am glad i whacked that clock on over there *looks right*…now even I will be able to tell what day it is. got the idea from tiny…i reckon we all should stick a clock on…be heaps bloody easier fer me…and its ALL about easy fer the pothead. lol.

so it appears that my neighbour identifies herself as a “red-neck woman”…its blaring from our carport area and seeping beneath my door. maybe i should dig out me collection of W*A*S*P stuff for payback…but somehow i don’t reckon i could get the flap shut on the cd player…my collection being in vinyl form. fuck me, didn’t i hate when cd’s first came out…i mean i had only just got a kick arse collection together and there was no way i could afford/find the cd replacements. fuckers. do they even make styluses now?

so here i be…

tomorrow is reaally the start of my holidays. it being tuesday…i know that because i have that clock over there *looks again*…it’s so pritty.

hmmmm the things i have in store for myself over my holidays…

at this early stage i am telling myself to get back in and make some more salt dough whimsies for all those undecorated photo frames. its cheap to do. i think i have all the ‘ingredients’ the paints included. got the ducted air to keep the dough and myself the right consistency of coolness. got plenty of smoke fer the creative factor. got the time as this is the first time i have actually been living alone whilst on holidays. i even have a stack off nude terracotta pots just reaching out to touch me [usually at night when i kick my toes on them while scrambling into bed] pleading fer some vibrancy with colour.

hmmm but do i have the enthusiasm PUNK…[okaay i AM talking to myself with tha punk bizo]

so yep…i am reaally truuly gunna try and back away from this computer and do some of that stuff. but perhaps jest not today…ahaaha. mind you in another hour i could have changed me mind and be elbow deep in salt dough and paint.

and so it is done…

the food [well some of it] has been eaten…the pressie’s unwrapped…a family member left with the shits. yep *pats stooffed belly* sure seems like christmas to moi. least i wasn’t the shitty member so that’s a bonus.

i scored big time with frog stuff. cool beans. i was sure i was getting a frog wind chime from my parents…the reason for this was i had pointed it out a month or so back then the next day when i was in the same shop to buy it, it was gone. LOL…some *narrows eyes* bastid has got MY wind chime…either that or my mum has forgotten that she bought it ages ago. us adult kids also got some scratch tickets. my brother scratched off fifty thousand dollars on his. my thoughts skipped across…yowsa and fuck! why couldn’t i have got that ticket…turns out the ticket was a joke one that my father had bought off the net. my dad’s such a big tricker. he’s fucken lucky i didn’t get it…i wouldn’t have thought it was so funny *grin*.

i gave my olds a block of cracker barrel cheese each. ahaahaa i did too. dad thought it was a fabbo gift…then i reminded my mum that she had left it in my fridge from our shopping trip a week ago…*cackle*…it was hers anyway. ohhh this could get fun in later years when they are aged [okay more so] i can jest wrap up stuff of theirs and they won’t remember it was theirs to start with. hmmm wonder if one of their dogs would stay still long enough next year. then again i hope not to be here next year aye.

the olds are off down to the brindebella ranges at the end of january for a month or so of camping besides the river…no doubt i will be boycotting the store then. the one that has that imbecile asking if i have heard from mum and dad followed by that fake guffaw every…i mean evaahry…time i go in there. before i leave the country i hope the olds are away. so i can dooush his forehead with my palm. hard. until then i will bide my time.

anyway…tis over!

so…

merry christmas everyone.

hope its a day of fun, laughter and good times to all.

i’m off to bed to dream of the little fat bastid hillbillie in his santy suit and the feast that awaits me upon waking.

cheers.

i was playing…

around earlier and i deleted some posts.

oops aye…oh well