Since my last BRILLIANT AND AMAZING post was accidently lost in cyber space (I actually almost just gave up on the world and shot myself in the face when it happened) this one might be a bit half hearted, as I am still mourning the loss of my previous post.
Rip.
In other news, I had a great night - if the headache weren't there. And my day at work was great - if you disregard the tummy ache and pounding, teeth grinding, hair pulling headache.
Me at the moment is similarly good - if I stay still. Muffin snuck me some drugs and my headache has partially subsided.
One side of my face is crying, due to a large blob of moisturizer finding its way into my right eye. Its not painful, or even that irritating. It just feels kinds of like that side of my face is a lot more tired than the left half.
Im thinking maybe my blog needs a new picture. Instead of the title eating orange plant.
Any ideas? I'm open to suggestions - but chances are I'll end up doing whatever I like anyway. Don't let that discourage you.
ugh.... make up face...... the reason I was putting moisturizer on my eyes is to get the make up off. APPARENTLY I missed some, but its okay because my leaky eye found it for me and dribbled it all down my face - just so that I know its there.
Thank you, eye.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
super-spectacularly amazing food.
Well, if I do say so myself, Im a pretty spectacular cook. A COMPLETE chef.....
Muffin would laugh at that, because I used to be a brain dead vegetable chef who didn't know the difference between cheese and carrots.
But now. NOW. I AM KING.
Tonight for dinner I made orange kumara, onion and sweet corn fritters. They were then topped with strips of brilliantly crispy bacon - and with a little heap of corn kernals, that had been cooked in the pan with the bacon, on the top!
And it was deliousooooo!
You know, since I last made a blog post we have gotten two kittens. One is fully black, and the other is black and white.... My sister named the b/w one 'Flossy' .....
Seriously? Flossy. What a girly name. WHAT A FXCKING GIRLY FXCKFACE NAME! She said it was between flossy and tinkerbell. I just chose the lesser of two evils.
Blacky Mc Black hasn't been named just yet. He was very nearly called gremlin - because he is one. Then he was almost called Munta (after the character from outrageous fortune).
But since we remain undecided, he remains un named. Poor little bastard.
It's taken me ages to write this out because I have to stop every few seconds and flick Mr Black on the ear because he attacks my typing hands, the mouse cord, the .... EW. The dog just snuck up behind me and ate a mouthful of cat poo and kitty litter !!!!
EW SINNY YOUR SO GROSS!!!!
Muffin would laugh at that, because I used to be a brain dead vegetable chef who didn't know the difference between cheese and carrots.
But now. NOW. I AM KING.
Tonight for dinner I made orange kumara, onion and sweet corn fritters. They were then topped with strips of brilliantly crispy bacon - and with a little heap of corn kernals, that had been cooked in the pan with the bacon, on the top!
And it was deliousooooo!
You know, since I last made a blog post we have gotten two kittens. One is fully black, and the other is black and white.... My sister named the b/w one 'Flossy' .....
Seriously? Flossy. What a girly name. WHAT A FXCKING GIRLY FXCKFACE NAME! She said it was between flossy and tinkerbell. I just chose the lesser of two evils.
Blacky Mc Black hasn't been named just yet. He was very nearly called gremlin - because he is one. Then he was almost called Munta (after the character from outrageous fortune).
But since we remain undecided, he remains un named. Poor little bastard.
It's taken me ages to write this out because I have to stop every few seconds and flick Mr Black on the ear because he attacks my typing hands, the mouse cord, the .... EW. The dog just snuck up behind me and ate a mouthful of cat poo and kitty litter !!!!
EW SINNY YOUR SO GROSS!!!!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Work and I have to sort out our differences
Nobody I know seems to get this, because I'm a stupid teenage girl who gets everything she wants and is selfish (atleast, thats what they're opinion seems to come off as).
I'm not very good when it comes to work. Its not that I'm slack, or that I'm lazy (although I am sometimes), its just that each time I wander into the working world, ready to DO something; somebody spits on me. Sometimes in my face, sometimes on my shoes....
No literally, although, I think that might be better. I'd rather be physically spat on than emotionally spat on.
I liked working for my mum, thats was good. And it was good because of the people who I worked with! They were good. I was a cleaner and a receptionist. I did ALL the messy, dirty, boring jobs that nobody else wanted or was bothered to do.
And I LIKED that job. That was fine.
Then I had a brief (very brief) stint working at my dads friends work. It would have been a brilliant opportunity, had I been ready for it. But it wasn't for me, you know? It just wasn't what I was looking for, I knew there was no point in me staying there because I didn't want to follow that as a career!
I got the major guilts put on me for ditching that one. I felt bad enough for wasting peoples time, I didn't need to know how disappointing it was.
That was a spit on the shoes. Something unpleasant, but not all that bad. Because I learned from it, that I wasn't interested in that area of work.
Then there was the cafe job... That was..... a big spit in the face - several times. I couldn't stand that place. The cafe work was okay, it was busy, but hey... talking to customers and cleaning, whats so bad about that? I just could NOT stand being around the people there.
Moods of the people around you influence your mood, so I was stressed, and miserable there. The people I worked with just constantly seemed angry.
It made me hate waking up in the morning, and going to bed at night knowing I was going to have to see them.
Now I got another job.... I was a little excited about it. I went through the interviewing motions... but then, the spitting part was when I got the surprise that it was ACTUALLY 37 hours a week! Not the 15 I was happy with. Not the 15 I applied for.
Cool, extra money. What the f? I haven't ever been a money driven person. I'm not ready for that - for THIS - because I started today. Once again, I go to bed thinking "Waking up will be shit...."
And yup, my family are thinking "harden up".
I knew they wouldn't bother trying to understand.
I'm not very good when it comes to work. Its not that I'm slack, or that I'm lazy (although I am sometimes), its just that each time I wander into the working world, ready to DO something; somebody spits on me. Sometimes in my face, sometimes on my shoes....
No literally, although, I think that might be better. I'd rather be physically spat on than emotionally spat on.
I liked working for my mum, thats was good. And it was good because of the people who I worked with! They were good. I was a cleaner and a receptionist. I did ALL the messy, dirty, boring jobs that nobody else wanted or was bothered to do.
And I LIKED that job. That was fine.
Then I had a brief (very brief) stint working at my dads friends work. It would have been a brilliant opportunity, had I been ready for it. But it wasn't for me, you know? It just wasn't what I was looking for, I knew there was no point in me staying there because I didn't want to follow that as a career!
I got the major guilts put on me for ditching that one. I felt bad enough for wasting peoples time, I didn't need to know how disappointing it was.
That was a spit on the shoes. Something unpleasant, but not all that bad. Because I learned from it, that I wasn't interested in that area of work.
Then there was the cafe job... That was..... a big spit in the face - several times. I couldn't stand that place. The cafe work was okay, it was busy, but hey... talking to customers and cleaning, whats so bad about that? I just could NOT stand being around the people there.
Moods of the people around you influence your mood, so I was stressed, and miserable there. The people I worked with just constantly seemed angry.
It made me hate waking up in the morning, and going to bed at night knowing I was going to have to see them.
Now I got another job.... I was a little excited about it. I went through the interviewing motions... but then, the spitting part was when I got the surprise that it was ACTUALLY 37 hours a week! Not the 15 I was happy with. Not the 15 I applied for.
Cool, extra money. What the f? I haven't ever been a money driven person. I'm not ready for that - for THIS - because I started today. Once again, I go to bed thinking "Waking up will be shit...."
And yup, my family are thinking "harden up".
I knew they wouldn't bother trying to understand.
And tomorrow is yet ANOTHER day....
For some reason, in the world of sayings, 'tomorrow is another day' should be a good thing.
Yeah? Would it be? Every day is just another day. Every day is starting new and clean... fresh start... all that shxt. Well I don't go to bed at night thinking "Well today wasn't that good... but tomorrow will be a new day".
I go to bed thinking "Well, fxck. Why bother waking up tomorrow to do that same shxt again. Then again. THEN AGAIN"
Lets mix it up a bit and have something different for cereal.... or, we could break our own arm and spend the next few days in hospital or something. That would be interesting... I'd almost PREFER it.
Then again, I've never broken an arm... Or any bone, for that matter. So I'd probably seriously regret it when I figured out how much it hurt.
Maybe I wouldn't regret it.
Everyone around me is falling down sick with the flu, and Im sitting here immune - for ONCE in my life. And for once in my life, ID PREFER TO CATCH IT.
I remain doubtful, however. Tib caught a virus or strepthroat, and no matter the fact that I kiss him, cuddle him and sleep in the same bed - I have NOT caught that bug.
It looks nasty, fever - intense shivers, tummy ache, stiff joints, sleeplessness......
Bring on the virus....
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Yeah? Would it be? Every day is just another day. Every day is starting new and clean... fresh start... all that shxt. Well I don't go to bed at night thinking "Well today wasn't that good... but tomorrow will be a new day".
I go to bed thinking "Well, fxck. Why bother waking up tomorrow to do that same shxt again. Then again. THEN AGAIN"
Lets mix it up a bit and have something different for cereal.... or, we could break our own arm and spend the next few days in hospital or something. That would be interesting... I'd almost PREFER it.
Then again, I've never broken an arm... Or any bone, for that matter. So I'd probably seriously regret it when I figured out how much it hurt.
Maybe I wouldn't regret it.
Everyone around me is falling down sick with the flu, and Im sitting here immune - for ONCE in my life. And for once in my life, ID PREFER TO CATCH IT.
I remain doubtful, however. Tib caught a virus or strepthroat, and no matter the fact that I kiss him, cuddle him and sleep in the same bed - I have NOT caught that bug.
It looks nasty, fever - intense shivers, tummy ache, stiff joints, sleeplessness......
Bring on the virus....
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