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Nov. 24th, 2007 | 07:27 pm

I voted Green, but COME ON LABOR!

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Nov. 20th, 2007 | 11:13 am

I'm a little bit flatulent.

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Nov. 13th, 2007 | 01:27 pm

I'm slightly addicted to Fish Tycoon. Sad, yes I know.

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Oct. 18th, 2007 | 07:08 am
mood: lovedloved

There are two women who shop in the store that I work at and I'm certain they seek me out every time. One of them is about 3ft, has a squeeky voice and either asks for weird things or asks me to get things off of the top shelf for her and the other lady usually asks me about caffeine free coke or calamari chips EVERY WEEK and says "if you don't try it you won't know" (it actually sounds like "ee you doh try ee you woh knoh") a lot which she must find amusing, because she always has a little giggle to herself. She's also very hard to understand. Speaking of people who have really strong accents, when I was in Sydney I went to a little corner shop to see if I could buy a flea bomb. I had a look, couldn't see one, so I asked the man who was wandering about the store and he looked at me and said "Free Bong?". I repeated "Flea Bomb" and he said something in another language to his wife behind the counter and motioned for me to go over to her. She turned around, made some noises and pulled out some pain killers, so I said "No, no...flea bomb", set an imaginary flea bomb off and made a spraying noise. She said "Free bong?" and took me over to the sparklers. In the end I had to point to the Mortein, say "MORTEIN...KILLS FLEAS" and point in the general direction of their insect repellents for her to understand. I'm still not entirely sure if she did.

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Sep. 25th, 2007 | 09:04 pm

I love Suz, even if she did smell of cat piss earlier.

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Sep. 25th, 2007 | 09:01 pm

I'm in Sydney. I have a large breadstick and two Portuguese tarts.

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Sep. 14th, 2007 | 04:18 pm

Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...they have to be real places, names, things...nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.

Your Name: Mel
Famous Artist/Band/Musician:
4 letter word: Move
Vehicle: Mazda
TV SHOW: Malcolm in the Middle
Heroes: Minerva McGonnegal
City/Town: Melbourne
Boy Name: Malachai
Girl Name: Mary
Occupation: Mathematician
Something you wear: Moccasins
Celebrity: Minnie Driver
Food: Muffins
Something found in a kitchen: Me
Reason for Being Late: Masturbating
Cartoon Character: Mickey Mouse
Something You Shout: Meat
Current Mood: Marvelous

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Aug. 30th, 2007 | 05:18 pm

I really like it when people make a profit on Bargain Hunt, but I normally hate the people and want to squeeze the life out of them. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE *pop* They have a chastity belt on Antiques Roadshow and it has a hole for shitting/peeing out of...doesn't that defeat the purpose? What's to stop someone from poking their peen in the woman's pooper?

I'm bored so I'll type stuff.

The job I was offered a few weeks back didn't work out. I went for the interview after work and was told that they'd give my manager a call to see how soon they'd be able to get me over. A week later I had to ring them to see how it was going, only to be told that they weren't going ahead with my transfer. I was told by the grocery manager that the position they were giving me had been filled in store and they didn't think I was experienced enough for the only other full-time position available. I spoke to the manager of all the grocery departments in that region and unofficially, I didn't get the job because I don't look right. I have a facial piercing and wasn't business-like enough for their liking (two things that can be changed quite easily). I was just a little fucked off about it. In another work related situation, I was told quietly that the Grocery 2IC may be leaving in the not to distant future and his job was going to be given to John (a smarmy little 19 year old arse, who thinks he's god). I'm not working for someone who was 11 when I started working for Coles so I spoke to the Grocery manager and basically told him that I wanted to know everything I need to know to be able to get that job. It's not something I'd usually do, but I've decided to take some advice I was given and I'm going to start going after things I want instead of being overlooked and taken advantage of.

Suz and I are going well, she's moving in to our converted garage. It's like a little self-contained bedsit-type room. There are a couple of things I'm a little worried about (Suz might hate living here, it might put unnecessary strain on our relationship, my mum might act like a complete twat). BUT, it'll be great having her here and I'm absolutely positive that regardless of what happens, we'll be alright. She stayed here last week and coming home to her every afternoon after work was fantastic. I love her more every day.

How are you?

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Jul. 21st, 2007 | 09:26 am

Last night a truck driver on a mobile phone decided it'd be a great idea to drive STRAIGHT OUT IN FRONT OF ME while I was going around the roundabout. I honked my horn and called him a fucking idiot... actually I screamed "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT!" Later on I almost got side-swiped by an arse in a 4WD. Driving to and around Sydney was relatively safe in comparison. The traffic there means you can only really drive about 40-60kph most of the time. My right hand is shaking and the man on the TV sounds like vin diesel with an Australian accent.

I'll post pretty pictures from Sydney soon. And maybe tell you about my love of The Suz.

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Proud mother

Jul. 1st, 2007 | 07:38 am

Really, I have nothing to complain about, but that's never stopped me before. I should probably be a little more considerate of what my mother is going through, concerning MY sexuality. It must be really fucking hard for her. Imagine what people are saying behind HER back. There goes that dirty, dirty lesbians mother...you can always tell the mother of a lesbian by the way she dresses/walks/talks. Seriously though, having to be angry, ashamed and in a foul mood all the time must be an enormous burden. Having your daughter lie to you when you confronted her about her sexuality when she was 18, only to have her tell you 8 YEARS LATER that your suspicions were correct but she needed that time to figure it out for herself, automatically gives you the right to go off your nut at her for not telling you then. "I could have dealt with it then." Obviously the way you deal with your daughter's homosexuality differs depending on the year you're informed. It might have been easier in 1999.

In other news, I'm driving to Sydney next week. WOO road trip!

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