here we are now...entertain us....
Wowsers, time sure is flying. Here we are, nearly at the end of the year already and what have I got to show for it? I don't know , but it seems everyone else around here has wised up to something and people are shipping outta this town like rats from a sinking ship. Tracey and Matt have announced the DATE of their departure, making it all too real for me and reminding me of the other impending evacuees Kym and Brett. What am I going to do!? Those who aren't leaving for good are heading out for the end of year exodus to cooler climes, and this year Paul and I are stuck here due to unsuccessful and some might say reckless financial planning throughout 2006.
Please forgive my melancholy. I am in the pre-Festive season slump. October is a sucky month - There is not alot going on other than Pauls birthday right at the end and it seems like a million light years away until the end of year holiday period - the light at the end of this hum drum stuck in a rut boring as batshit tunnel. Party season doesn't start until the end of November and even that is going to be tainted with sad FAREWELLS to some of my closest friends.
However it's not all doom and gloom . There are little moments of joy and relief everyday. You just need to know where to look for them. Last night is an example;
Tash made Devilled Sausages for dinner. For reasons that I won't bore you with right now, I chose not to eat the sausages and went instead with a ham and cheese sandwich. My seemingly innocuous dining decision turned out to be quite fortuitous as everyone who partook in the aptly named Devilled Sausages is in the throes of very big issues with their digestive systems and the bathroom this morning. Now if that's not a reason to be thankful, I don't know what is.
4 Comments:
what a very odd comment.
today is too cold to think, and i am far too hungover to do any work.
no one has posted any new entries, so i have been forced to entertain myself by reading your archives.
i think i say this about once a week now - but i love love love your blog, and it is so good to hear what is going on at home.
did you know that the most comments you have received for any 1 post was the one you did about your teeth.
i should really go home and sleep.
big love.
Kate
Lighten up Prezzo! Tomorrow night is Party Night in the suburb de jour; the New Nightcliff; the hippest, happeningest, rockingest, funkiest little demi-monde this side of Melrose Place!
It's Fisher's third birthday party (make sure you get in early for a lolly bag -- I had to bash an eight year old last year), Mikie's birthday bbq, Peggy's party... What do you want for Christ's sake? Nirvana to get back together and do a free gig on the Jingili primary school lawns???
What happened to your teen spirit Lisa'Marie? So you're just going to sit back now and say 'Here we are now, entertain us.'? Take some Lithium for fuck's sake (Paul's got some stashed in his undie drawer -- in the little heart shaped box).
I don't mean to sound too curt, but rape me if you're not sounding a little unplugged. I mean, all apologies, but maybe you should stop chroming insecticide and try for a sliver of perspective. How is your grip on reality these days? Here's a little test: where did you sleep last night? Huh? Can you actually remember anything beyond the love buzz? And remember, to the rest of us, your love buzz just sounds like hormoaning.
I don't know why i'm bothering with this. You probably blew it way back in utero after your mum accepted one more blow-back of penny royal tea from her friend Molly's lips. Did your dad even know it was about a girl? Or was he still floating high on the fact your mum was in bloom, feeling like the man who sold the world?
He'd probably have an aneurism if he found out.
But hey, life's a party, and you should come as you are.
Sorry LM -- not sure how that turned into an extended pun. I plead homework avoidance...
glad to see your still keeping things short and sweet Furhead.
Fisher is 3! my god.
please give my love to H & L & fishcake. ask them to post me a lolly bag.
x
k
you're..
k
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