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| 02:49pm 21/02/2009 |
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it hits you like a bus loaded with emotions. everything you had locked up for years suddenly explodes out of every pore.
i never forgot you. i always thought about you. sometimes i'd wonder what you'd be doing now if you were still with us. sometimes i would wonder if we'd still be friends. and even if we weren't would you have remembered us laughing, would you have remembered our conversations.
and all i was left with was wonder and imagination. you never gave yourself the chance. i will never fully know why. in my own mind that I share with no one else i have ideas.
i for many years felt guilty. that parts of my actions and words contributed to you leaving us. what if i'd not said that. what if i'd not done this. but there comes a time when you realise that these were your actions and your choices. and my own experiences over the years have lead me to an unfortunate understanding of what you may have felt. and why you felt there was no other way. i just wish there had been another way.
i found you today. you are at rest in the hills my friend. what a perfect place. it's beautiful there. it's peaceful. i'd wondered for years where your resting place was. i could ask no one. after you died we all grieved privately. we didn't openly discuss how we felt. we were 15. we didn't know how to deal with this. and it's taken me this many years to find you. how glad i am to have found you.
we will come visit you. with our own quiet words spoken to ourselves, for but only you to hear. i'm sure we'll come with tears, but you must understand my friend how terribly we miss you. even after all these years. if only you'd known how much we all loved you and how your loss would never be filled. we cannot live by what if's because we will never have you back, but we'll forever hold your spirit.
I love you MK. may you be at peace. |
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| Shock Horror |
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| 05:13pm 03/07/2008 |
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I now sadly have to admit to myself that I snore. I've been told recently that I snore, but I have never believed it. I've slept for a very long time you know and never once have I been told I snore. I have been told I do the odd heavy breathing (if only it was from good dreams damnit) Since I started taking sleeping tablets for my lack of sleeping i think it's given me the ol snore whore. Also the fact I currently have a cold. And I wonder if Menopause causes snoring as well?? Hmmmmm things to ponder.
And why now am I sadly admitting it? Because I bloody well heard myself, just before I got told off that I was snoring. Everytime earlier when I've woken to "shoosh you're snoring" I have felt that I wasn't even sleeping and was mostly awake. Last night I think the snore and being told off for the snore woke me. I was shocked and flabberghasted. I can't deny something now that I have heard myself do. And how can anyone deny snoring, even though we do. We aren't even awake to listen to ourselves.
So I can now join "Snorers R Us" even though I think I'm really only a part time, do it as a hobby in my spare time kind of snorer. Not an every night gonna blow my trumpet snore whore. That's what I am choosing to tell myself anyway, because honestly I really don't snore. |
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| Karma Came Back |
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| 10:37am 08/06/2008 |
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Not too long ago I posted about the best way ever to shop lift and get away with it. Just accidently walk out with clothes strung to ya back pack and walk out.
Anyway naturally I do not partake in such activities and just because I'd seen and heard it happening I didn't think "wow I'm going to try it."
Well I did try it, without my actual knowledge.
I grabbed a jacket I liked the look of, off a rack. Was my size and saw no reason to try it on as i knew it would fit. Took that an a jumper to the counter with me. The young girl starts getting rid of all the labels and tags and I notice a blue type under colour and my head is thinking "Didn't realise it came with another top." Instead she pulls out a bra(my bloody size too) and says "do you want this." And I had a shock peacock face on and said "errr no. " Then she rummages some more and finds another and asks the same question to which I even further established my NO! What can you say after that. In her eyes I was trying to steal, but managed to get caught. I told her I only wanted the jacket and the jumper and I'd simply just grabbed the jacket off the rack and had no idea about the other items. I must have sounded as if I was lying out through my bum, but alas nothing else happened. Thank god. |
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| 06:21pm 30/05/2008 |
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Craps, the soups gone cold. No point having a soup kitchen if I'm gonna let the soup go cold. So here is my attempt to put it back on the boilet and get things cracking again. And what the mary in michael jacksons is a boilet? Sounds rather ick if you ask me. "ewww got a huge boilet on my arse." Anyway the soup is back on the BOILER! and not the BOILET!
Currently my big toe has been rented out to a young Mr Arthur(Osteo) Ritus. He's not the best tennant I've ever had. Infact to be quite honest I've never had a tennant in my big toe in my entire life. But heck with those interest rates and the price of fuel who am I to turn a person away from a home. The downside is he'll prolly be stuck living in my big toe for a very long time. I'm thinking life. I did say to Arthur that my big toe and myself are rather new, could he afford such a new place? Wouldn't he be better off in an older model, not so active and very happy to accept his annoying habits. He flipped me the finger and said "tough tits love." Rather rude, but stuck with the fellow it seems. I do scream I"M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS! And sook, whinge moan wasn't cancer enough? Seems has nothing really to do with anything other than I prolly sustained an injury to my big toe at some point and now its presented itself to me just when I need it the most. :) So welcome Arthur, I do hope you enjoy your stay.
In other news straight from the news desk I am going to buy me a mercedes benz. Well I'm not really. Just the song popped into my head as I was writing that. But I am in the market for a small, sexy, fuel worthy lil thing. *wink wink* Well, how else is one to get a deal and knock the price down a bit. Some womanly charm and my blunt, no bullshit brother in law. He's going to do all the talking. :)
Other than that there is LOTS more, but pffffft. Can't let the lil ol Soup Spoon Ol Kitchenette get too excited about my return. Might have itself a heart attack and where would I be then?
Until next time I'm me and that's pretty craps actually..Hmmmmm..buggers. |
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| How to Shop Lift And Get Away with It |
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| 09:59pm 14/02/2008 |
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Ok, I'm NOT telling you to shop lift. I've just heard and seen today a way to shop lift and get away with it. But I advise not to try this and if you do at your OWN RISK!
Basically carry an oversized bag over your shoulder. Walk about the shop walking into everything hanging on a rack. Best place to do this is in a clothes shop and at least in the sections that sell your size. Make sure something "accidently" gets snagged to your bag and without even a hesitation leave said shop and carry on about your merry way. If someone stops you, you can always play dumb and say "omg how embarassing, didn't even realise it was hanging off my bag, I'm soooooo sorry." If you don't get stopped, because no one else noticed and there is no buzzer on the shop entrance then ya pretty much home and hosed.
How do I know this you ask?
Well my sister accidently whilst shopping snagged a bra onto the back of her handbag. Managed to walk around for quite a long time before a friend who she ran into her asked "Do you often wear your bra on the outside?" And pointed out her little mishap. She managed to make it to the car park and could have made it home with new bra in tow. Funnily enough it was my size. But being that she wasn't trying to shop lift she took the bra back to the shop.
Today whilst at work I did observe a woman with a slinky satin nighty hanging off a coat hanger off her bag still with tags. I instantly thought of my sisters lil mishap and thought "Cor coathangers she's done my sister." The woman was oblivious to the fact she had a nighty hanging off her bag and proceeded around the shopping centre. If I had not been busy with customers and the only one in the shop I would have ran after her to let her know about her extra passenger. UNLESS she was accidently purposely shoplifting? Hmmmmm.
Again I state I'm NOT TELLING YOU TO SHOP LIFT! This is purely a funny observation. |
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| Fetch The Bone Hoover |
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| 09:21am 07/02/2008 |
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The city and inner suburbs can promise such strange characters. Even though you do naturally find strange and wonderful folk in every walk of life. Just something about the city that does wonders for eccentricities.
Now I do want you to use your wonderful imaginations here. I can only paint the picture so well and then it becomes yours to view as you please.
Bojana and I were off driving in Brunswick. The footpaths were filled with late night coffee goers and dog walkers. Usually when you picture a dog walker you picture a dog on the end of the leash. Because that's where the dog goes. You don't usually picture a dog walker with a vacumm. Now you are saying what made her a dog walker if she had a vacuum. Maybe she just had a vacuum?
Well it was the way she walked with the vacuum. She had the dog walk pace going. The kind though of an old dog. Not a sprightly fresh puppy look. She'd walk a few paces. Stop and peek back at the vacuum. I assume to see that it wasn't sniffing a post or that it was actually still even there. Then she'd start to walk again only to stop and look back in that "What are you getting up to back there Rover." Instead of Rover it could actually be Hoover. Now I wasn't the only one finding this a little odd, as passers by would look as they walked on by. She had the real deal I'm walking a dog attitude and I can think of no other reason for her actions.
SHE WAS A STRANGE VACUUM DOG WALKER!
What a handy dog to have though. It would make a mess and clean up after itself. |
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| Gee who's a happy lass |
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| 04:38pm 05/02/2008 |
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Don't you just hate when you try to remain inconspicous and fail miserably. Why I was trying to remain inconspicous is rather silly really, because I am actually passed the point of care. But I was buying my bum stoppers(oh they are my anti upset tum/bum tablets) at the chemist. There were a few people hovering where I needed to go and you kind of want to just get in and out. Some reason buying gastro tablets seems a little embarassing. Why I have no idea, because everyone gets the runs once in awhile and as I said I am now passed the point of care. Being allergic to foods can really suck.
Anyway, so in I go and try and be quick and flashy with my grab and instead I knock down 5 boxes of the stuff all over the place. So much for the not wanting to be noticed thing. HERE LOOK AT ME I HAVE THE SHITS!!! and the clumsys.
Life at the moment. Sum it up in one word. Depressing. Truthfully I am having a duck down patch. Do ducks have down? I think they have down. Yes the ducks have down and I'm having one of them. Quite hugely so. So much so that even online doesn't excite me as much. Writing in journals does not inspire me. My mornings cuppas don't even grab me quite like they used to and when the voices in my head try and cheer me up I find my duck down is rather loud and obnoxious and talks over the top of them. Talk about an annoying prat. I'm going to now take tablets for my duck down recommended by my GP and my Bum Jab lady (she gives me my monthly injections to stay in menopause) Even I'm realising I need some help to get me happy. Not that I am sad everyday and feel duck down everyday. But I certainly am not the Kim I used to know. And that is rather depressing in itself. I need to get happy chappy. *slaps her duck down*
I've decided I need to get fit. I've entered the "Run For Kids" on 30th March. I must be crazy, but I'm all for good causes. Even if I cark it halfway through I can at least know I didn't quite die in vain and kids have benefited from my attempts.
Anyway that is me for now. Not overly excited, but living and that's the main thing. :) |
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| Tegan And Sara And The Niggly Bumps |
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| 08:36am 13/12/2007 |
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Tegan and Sara rocked last night. It's the first time I've been able to see them since having been dying to see them ever since I first heard them. And finally last night was the night. Actually Tegan we saw a little closer than anticipated, but very nice none the less. The line was huge. All the way spiralling up the side alley of the Forum. This girl with head down and hooded black jumper walked by us unassuming, but lil did she know I was actually looking at her, because I don't know why. And suddenly I realised I was looking at Tegan. A quick jab in the guts to Kel and Mat to get their attention. Funnily enough a fangirl ran up behind her and did this coy "hello tegan." To which a casual non plussed hello came back. The kind of hello that doesn't say "Stop and talk to me let me just walk by all you guys, but I wont be rude and not say hello." Naturally the girl rang back screaming with delight and I thought
They played one of my all time favourites last. "Living Room." Which I'd done the "I hope they play living room" all in my head leading up to the show and through-out the show. So to end the show on that song was simply awesome. And they did a cover of "Umbrella - Rhianon" which was bloody awesome. No niggly bumps about it. Let me say that again "Niggly Bumps" Ahhh Sara will get it..lol
I waited in line to get myself a t'shirt. The coolest of the t'shirts naturally that not a lot of people seemed to be going for. Met two lovely girls in the line, Hannah and Tegan and that made the wait in line all the more bearable.
Ahh, but what an awesome night!
Anyway work calls and I can't ramble forever. Things to remember. PICK UP THE BLOODY SUIT KIMBERLY!!!!! |
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| The Quick And The Dead |
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| 01:35pm 25/10/2007 |
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So I was driving the other day at my usual content speed when I was suddenly interupted by one of those headless drivers. You all know the ones. The ones that are so small that it looks like no ones driving the car. Anyway one of them interupted my travels. They were going so slow that I even said to myself "Omg could I be going any slower?"
Just as those words left my mouth a car on my right overtook me. This wasn't no ordinary car. This was the type of car that is built to go slow. Slower than the usual slow. This slow was a hearse with a dead body in it slow. And they were overtaking ME! Now that is when you KNOW you're going slow, when a dead person overtakes you.
But thank Norma Jeans coffee the headless driver turned off and I could resume on my usual content travels. |
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| Oops a somehow daisy! |
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| 11:39am 14/10/2007 |
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I've managed to somehow, for some reason get myself kicked off Facebook. Maybe not the full kick and kaboodle, but for sure disabled for this moment in time.
Why?
I have no idea. Maybe they just discovered my real name isn't Kim Spootnik and they think because this is a false name, that I'm there under false pretenses and I'm gonna to get up to false type activities. Who can say. I am rather amused by the fact, because I dare say it usually takes something BIG and OFFENSIVE! and lil ol me is far from big and far from offensive. Hmmmm actually I've had my moments. A blood clot stuck in teeth does come to mind. No, it's an in joke of some dalnet time ago. I never really had one stuck between my teeth. But I think it offended a few people. Or made them vomit.
BUT! my NOW wonderfully non offensive self has managed to get a disabling. I shall wait and see if they allow my Spootnik self back onto facebook.
Until then I'll have to sit on the bench and not play any games with my fellow Facebookians. |
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| Gotta Love Junk Mail |
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| 04:43pm 03/10/2007 |
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Sometimes I look at some of the junk mail I get in my email and I have to sit and think about why they sent it and why on earth they'd think I'd want to respond. Specially when the main part of their email other than one line about loans is this...
"He had become pathological about it, sometimes spending as long as five minutes lost in a daze, counting back, making sure he hadnt somehow forgotten one. Ought tove had a special rendition of "Annie, Wont You Come by Here", sung by the Mormon Tabersnackle Choir, Paul thought, and did the Donkey some more.
Alrighty then. I'm heading off to check out if I can download me some of that Mormon Tabersnackle Choir. |
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| Gee, your arse looks great in that outfit. |
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| 08:21pm 29/09/2007 |
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I bum humped another car this week. It was my first and hopefully my last bum hump. It wasn't actually a full hump. More a little not really interested in your arse, so I'm going to try miss that muchly not anticipated activity. Unfortunately the other cars arse decided it wanted a tiny bit of action.
Lucky I was driving like a granny and didn't bash the fanny on the other car all too much. So much that their car had not a mark and my poor lil mistress popped a side panel. My side panels are now matching because some willy whacker did a backer into my car, whilst it was parked at work and never left a number or name. Pfffft. And that popped a side panel. So two popped side panels. The universe is speaking very loudly at me. Actually I think it's shouting in my ear and I'm shouting back "what the fuck are you trying to say?"
So I decided to get four new tyres on my car. Funny what you were going to do for ages, becomes an instant thing to do once a lil metal kinky comes into play. But alas I doubt great tyres would have saved me this day. When a car stops a lil quickly for an amber light. The roads are wet after having not had any real rain in ages. You brake and are starting to slow, but then you do a big arse skiddy, cause there's bloody oil on the road.
So you become some figure skater in a big metal outfit. And you turn your wheel to avoid the car, but alas you were skidding like a turd down the S bend. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee. BAM!!! I sat in my car swearing under my breath like a drunk sailor and thought what else is there that could possibly make my life that bit more difficult. Thank fender benders the lady I hit was really nice and could actually tell I had tried my lil pink paddy arse off to try and stop. I just couldn't do a thing about it once I hit the oil.
Anyway the good thing is we didn't need to swap details, as I didn't damage her car. THANK GOD!! Where were you anyway?
God I say in my like a prayer madonna voice. Where the fluffin fruity knickers were you? |
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| 09:51am 27/09/2007 |
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"Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny."
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| 11:01pm 25/09/2007 |
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I even fool myself with my own chirpyness sometimes. It can be great. Then suddenly that chirpyness just disappears into thin air, because it was only a thin veil in the first place. I walk into radiation. I smile. I joke. I chat away as if I'm there for something simple and routine. Even though it's all very routine. I go. I smile. I get zapped. I leave. I come home feeling relieved that another day can be ticked off my calendar. I feel good. I get excited about cooking dinner.
Then suddenly I notice I'm not hungry. I'm cooking this great meal that normally I'd start to drool at the thought of and I don't even feel like it. I get reminded of why that may be. What my treatments can do. I look at the get well cards I have on the board in the kitchen and I get reminded that I'm not simply for no reason whatsoever just not feeling hungry. Then I feel sooky and overwhelmed, so I sook as I stare at the cards. Because they are reminders that things are real. I can't just imagine them away or fool myself they are for something else. Once I've sooked I feel better, as if it was the only thing I needed. How life can be so simple sometimes. Then I get another hot flush that I'm so fucking tired of now. I feel the sudden flush of sweat all over that I know is hot and sticky now, but soon will make me feel so cold I want the heat back. I'm just so damn fussy like that.
Every night I look at my breast. Almost obsessively. It's so red. As bad as any sunburn I've ever had in my life. I look at the scar that was so neat and exact and I notice it's now so red and angry. Some people I have spoken to don't like the reminders. Specially the ones that go through the chemo I thankfully missed. I don't know if it's just me, but I have excepted the reminders. They ground me. They remind me it is real. They allow me to feel. Allow me to process what is happening to me. How serious it is. That what I am going through right now will only make things better. And that I can get through anything. If I have nothing to remind me how to live, I have nothing to remind me how to fight. |
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| Yummy Oh Yummy |
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| 10:14am 20/09/2007 |
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I have discovered the yummiest bakery in Box Hill. Oh Lordy bread buns it is good. I never thought I'd eat Green Tea and Red Bean Rolls, but are they good or what. Box Hill also has a spoiling of wonderful, yummy little eataries that are open till hours of 2-4am. Talk about taking that midnight snack just that little bit further.
And to bread top it all off I found the heaven of all combos. Gelati and Crepes. And what would one name such a place. "Crepealiti" I think I drooled a dam saving amount of drool when we drove by.
And this certainly means I am going back. :) |
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| Not wrong about the ramble Kimberly |
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| 06:18am 19/09/2007 |
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i felt like an earmy morning and an early morning ramble. Earmy just confirms it is eary. And eary confirms it is early. Man the world could have blown up and been resurrected in the time it took me to get that out.
thank fluffy futons i bought new hairspray. well thank god the old one ended it's terrible existance. i probably stupidly would have kept using it if it was an endless tub. but it wasn't until it's last week of livng that i noticed what the freakin dust mill was doing. Whilst looking in the changeroom mirror at radiation "AFTER" my session i noticed it. DUST! Fluffin dust. Well it turly wasn't or turly wa..ahhh TRULY wasn't dust. Just hairspray residue.
But it looked like a dust bunny had eaten a vacunm bag and then farted it onto my head. *POOF* Why I hadn't noticed it before is beyond me. I'm sure everyone else at work and at radiation noticed it. I will be trialling my new spray today.
I'm still loving the total uselessness of Facebook. So many applications, so little time. I had a laugh with a friend the other day, because they said there is also Dogbook and Catbook. And I swear there wasn't a moment I thought "Ooooh I could add my dog." Ok, the thought wasn't even for a second. I just thought "where does this end?" I can't wait until I'm old and there is "WrinklyFacebook.com." Hell cat yeah I'll join it and hell cat yeah I'll whinge at what a useless and sad tart I am for joining something that 20 somethings...Ooh I doubt 20 somethings would join wrinklyface. Hmmmm, but my point is I'll forever do things in life that I may find sad or silly and comment about the fact and laugh about the fact, because hey isn't that life? We make fun of ourselves for the silly things we do and wonder why oh why do we do them. But we find ourselves still doing it.
Yes at 20 something you don't question why you do it. You just join everything and anything, because it's fun. I'm the freaking queen of joining online journals just for the flaming hell of it. But then as you get older you still may find yourself joining things, but instead of just doing it your head goes "why are you doing this? This isn't really your thing anymore, but ahhh what the fluffy rabbit boots hey. Why the hell not." Sometimes age creeps up and all we want to do is push it back a little. Cept when there comes a time and you think "my t'shirt is too short, I'm showing a lil too much belly. It's time to rethink life a little."
But until then I have cancer and it can sod off. Pfffft! I'm not getting younger. I'm going to live my life and not question why I do things, so who the fuck cares. :) |
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| 06:29pm 16/09/2007 |
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There be possums in them roof. This one must be Polly, because I do believe Pete died. So now Polly has moved in. Polly isn't as easy going as Pete. Pete just tapped the wall in the loungeroom. Polly instead thinks my bedroom is the place to hang, tap and hiss. Snooty bitch. Maybe she's in menopause like me and is getting the itty shitty knickers on. Even though I think mine are a lil less hissy than hers. I think she's renovating too. Or maybe she's doing the spring clean, cause Pete left one hell of a manfit mess up there. Then naturally died probably while watching rats mate. Polly I believe is a little bit of a neat freak. I've sure I've heard her swish her tail in a dusting motion.
I hope Polly settles down soon. I really miss Pete's easy going nature. |
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| Face The Music |
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| 10:57am 08/09/2007 |
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Dear me. Even at my age it's getting sad to join groups that are for 20 somethings. Well I will rephrase. They can be for any age, but usually they are over saturated with 20 somethings. Actually no, usually 15 somethings or less. But I was invited to join and that is my excuse. I'm too polite usually to say no. And it looked interesting.
Yes, I joined facebook. I have become addicted to facebook. I have added so many walls to facebook I'm wondering what the difference is between any of them. I've become a wall whore. Maybe though one day I will do a Berlin and tear a wall down or do a pink floyd and sing about one.
Who the bricks n concrete in their left and right mind becomes addicted to walls?
Errr me...:/ |
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| 07:47am 05/09/2007 |
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I'm so over my last period. I've had it for something like 14 days or more now. All my luck is my ovaries will shut down, but I'll still have a 5 year period. Whackier things could happen. And I'm weird, so weird things tend to happen to weird people.
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| Bloody! |
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| 07:26pm 28/08/2007 |
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I haven't updated in ages. What a slack bastard I am. Not here to have a have a bloody whinge though about life. Speaking of bloody I am on my last period. Now that is bloody exciting in some ways. Rather sad in others. But not here to sook, piss and moan. I do need to pee though.
I'm excited by up and coming concerts. Tori Amos and Tegan and Sara. Talk about being spoilt musically. I'll have my cake and eat it to thank you very bloody much.
I'm saying bloody a lot. Bloody Buggery Hell. I think it's the word of the entry.
Once was a word called Bloody
It often gets used quite loudly
You may often hear a shout
"What the BLOODY hell is that all about?"
And a even louder reply
Said none with a sigh
"FUCKED IF I KNOW!"
Oh do not give up your day job Kimberlina.
Anyway time to skidaddle. I just wanted to leave my mark of a non skid nature and let the journal know I am still alive. Can't knock me off that easily. |
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| Eat Chocolate and Eat Healthy |
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| 05:50pm 25/07/2007 |
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I was amused ever so slightly last night when I was looking at the Frozen food section at Coles. They'd decided to hang up packets of chocolate bars from the doors. But the amusing part was some silly sod decided to hang the chocolate bars on the door to the Lean Cuisine and Weight Watchers section.
"Hey you may be on a diet, but can we tempt you with a chocolate bar first?" |
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| you stop, but life keeps going on. |
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| 09:53pm 10/07/2007 |
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I believe there is so much truth to the fact that when you go through a personal crisis you know who your "true" friends are. And the beauty and kindness in simple things like "thinking of you." "hope you're doing ok" or the funny words that make you laugh, also overwhelm you and make you realise a very simple fact. They at this moment are touching your heart, means in some way you touched theirs. So I thank all the people who have sent wonderful messages and simple words. They mean the most. And even if I haven't said it I do love you a lot.
Today I was hit with another blow. My Mum has Kidney Cancer. The only sense of this I can make is actually none. So instead of trying to make sense of this I can only thank life that she wont have to go through chemo or horrible treatments and is having it removed with keyhole surgery. Hopefully that will be the end of it. *cross fingers* There's nothing in this world like your Mum.
I have one hell cat journey ahead of me, so right now without anyone understanding it I shall say "Where is my mushroom?" |
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| 07:38pm 04/07/2007 |
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Well my lump is no longer an alien. It's finally been identified. I have now given it a new name. The cross dressing cancer. Simply because even my boobie doctor was surprised by my alien. That it had disguised itself so well he didn't know what it was until he lifted up its skirt. And boy did it lift. What is the name of that famous cross dresser drag. Carlotta? Oh, what a crap name. I think I shall refrain from naming it something personal. I don't want to get that silly. Car lotta crap if ya ask me.
When someone tells you, you have cancer you hear the words, but you find yourself watching their face and their mouth moving, but you simply can't process it. Here I was being worried by a lady in the room next door to me, who had fainted. I thought "awww she's had some bad news."
Anyone I have won a wonderful package. I have another operation next week. Then 3 months of chemo. And then after that Radiotherapy. I always knew I needed therapy of some sort.
And I get to lose my hair. So I've decided I'm going to shave it before it falls out. And I shall have a head shaving party and kel is going to shave her head with me. Going to look like a right royal dyke now. Thank god I have boobies of some sort or else I will totally take on the role of being a guy.
Anyway I'm going to go spend some time with my boobs and my gf.
Boobie on out. |
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| the high n low of it all |
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| 09:00pm 02/07/2007 |
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Damn..My alien stab is hurting like a cow tonight. It hurt less straight after than it has since the weekend. Thank turtle shells I don't have big boobs. Cause even the jiggle of small ones is enough to make me cringe. I'm bugged that I have loud music on and I can't jiggle and bop, cause the boobs are scissor sistering. The boobs are a singing "I don't feel like dancing.."
I had some really serious news tonight. I nearly had a mini break down and I'm still majorally concerned. Things come in 3's. My family right now is totally hogging the lime light of not such great news. But when first it's myself..then it's your sister and then it's your MUM! Your Mum. That's a 3 letter word you never want to hear something bad about. I believe, even without my results I am in the clear. That's my gut talking. But now I have to wait to see how all goes tomorrow with my sister and then soon after my Mum. I shall cross all my fingers and cross everything I can cross. Maybe not my legs though..(oh bad joke kimberly..lol) |
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| 07:27pm 30/06/2007 |
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I found myself watching an episode of Big Brother the other night. I haven't watched a single episode of it as it hasn't interested me in the slightest. Things just finally get old and over done and the characters just seem to get less interesting as the series progresses.
After seeing 15 mins I realised I haven't missed the show at all. In a short space of time I realised just how stupid this new lot of folk are and annoying. Maybe that has been the catch theme this year and is what is keeping people watching. Have something to laugh at. But in this one task Jaimie I think it is had to gather 50kg of peoples items or some amount. So he starts going about his task, so everyone says "I'm not going in, cause I don't want to know what he's taking." etc..So then moments later the majority of the housemates end up in the room and making comments about what to take and what not to take. Big Brother had done the whole "No housemate is allowed to comment or make suggestions."..So here they are all making suggestions. Big Brother penalises them.
Then this annoying chick with brown hair starts making suggestions AGAIN after another 20kgs gets added after the first stupid suggestion gets said...So once again big brother penalises them. And she is "why, what? why did he do that..who said something?" and then leaves the room to say "I don't know why people are in there."..I was thinking "ARE YOU THAT STUPID?"
Actually the answer is.."YES SHE WAS THAT STUPID."
I switched off. Stupidity of that kind is simply not amusing anymore. |
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| be gone lumpy |
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| 08:00pm 28/06/2007 |
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The alien lump has been removed. Even though I don't think it is an alien lump it at this moment is a UFO. I have to wait a lil while before I hear the results of the biopsy. So it's an alien.
Man anesthetic is a delightful thing. One moment you're there wondering "where is my mushroom?" The next you're gone only to wake in a groggy haze in recovery. (long story about the mushroom) And for the rest of the day you're a blubbering zombie. Now it's just dealing with not being able to move how I'd like to, because a jab of pain reminds me my alien has been removed.
Kel was wonderful in keeping me entertained. I'm sure the people waiting in beds beside me were wondering if I was in there for an operation or if I'd taken a wrong turn and was meant to be in the pysch ward. But isn't being a dag much more fun? I believe so.
Now I will have a war scar just beside my boobie. |
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| It's Boobie Time |
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| 10:51am 22/06/2007 |
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Finally after all this time I got to re see my boobie Dr. You wait months and months and months and you see them for literally 5 seconds. I had to wait a magazine filled 2 1/2 hours for my 5 seconds worth of boobie fame. But man the celebrity gossip I have missed over the years is amazing.
Anyway the nipple n bra of it is I am having the lump removed. Quickly. As in couple of weeks quickly. I was quite surprised. Not that the Dr or other boobie guy would have noticed, as you're laying there on the bed with your boobs out and they are discussing what to do with your boobs, as it they are discussing which movie they want to go see.
Big Boobie Dr: So what do you think? *chews on pen*
Small Boobie Dr: *has thinking face on*
Big Boobie Dr: *keeps chewing pen whilst waiting for answer*
Lil Boobie Me: *screams inside head* JUST TAKE IT OUT FOR BOOBIES SAKE!!!
Small Boobie Dr: *unsure answer* Take it out?
Big Boobie Dr: Yes, take it out, when can we get it in?
Lil Boobie Me: *Still lying there looking like a stunned mullet*
So they booked me in for July 4th. Independence Boobie Day. As I was reading the peice of paper I noticed I was circled at No.1 which stood for "WARNING, WARNING WILL ROBINSON must come out ASAP before there is no more boobie or no more person. Naturally it didn't say that, but what I could gather from the extreme wording was must be NOW NOW NOW!
I'm gathering I don't have an alien lump about to take over my body and possess me. I'm gathering it's a concern and being that it's near the lymph show arena it's better out than in. So out she comes.
Just please leave some boobie thanks :) |
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