I spent most of my holidays doing this.

I met up with the wonderful Deb and had coffee at Latteria , visited some tiny art galleries and got caught in the rain huddled inside the war memorial. One could amplify those moments as romantic in notion if only Deb wasn't female and that i wasn't wearing white in the rain.
But i do love Deb in that Peter-of-ways and yes we did talk about you in endearing terms dear Pete.

Work has been horrid, absolutley horrid, we lost 2 more staff and now have 4 times the work load amongst two of us and my boss has disappeared to south america to hand out wheelchair cushions, i'm not entirely sure the poor have wheelchairs over there.

And next week doesn't look much better, i'm going to hit macdonalds hard .

It's been a while and nothings really changed.
Work got even more hectic with an added bonus of, 2 staff members resigning. The one we all want gone miss triple-cheeseburger still hasn't left. So i threw an impromtu tantrum and signaled i'm taking a week off work , just because.
I have also rediscovered the joys pf macdonalds and up-sizing to the detriment of my waistline. I gave in and just bought pants 2 sizes too big and continued with my large caramel sundae ways.
I'm also eating almond croissants for breakfast and meat pies for lunch, atleast i'm comfort eating rather than starving although the ads for Dior homme aren't helping, how thin can one get before u notice the ribcage?
i'm fat but i got bigger clothes, i'm stressed but i got money, my feet smell but i got dior heels, one hand in my pocket the other flicking thin air (yes i haven't smoked).

I've got alot of books i want to read in my demi-holiday, some shopping to do (want an occasional chair since i don't sit much at home), long baths soaking in crabtree and evelyn la source salts, light a few fragrant candles and go for long walks etc etc

Solitude has become a rarity these days.

"Blue here is a shell for you
Inside you'll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me"

I felt very sad this week for no apparent reason, an emptiness only a stone could hear.
So i went out and bought Joni mitchell cd and painted my days blue.

"I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want Nobody comin' over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes"

To think work could get any more hectic it has exploded with rigour.
I don't remember how many hairy-lipped women i've jabbed with needles but darling it funds my lifestyle.
I bought some gorgeous home furnishings and a stainless steel lamp in the shape of a teardrop and a sterling silver baby-bucket to put my pens and pencils in not that i write to anyone.
I managed to watch 'notes on a scandal' with Cate blanchett fucking and blowing a 15yr olds school boy and monica bellucci showing her mango-boobs again in some french movie where she's a whore and i watched 'the brown bunny' where chloe sevigny gives an actual blow job, is she ever not?
And tonight i had mr mono-brow who after an hour he is in so much pain he walks round dazed and confused.
"You don't care, do you?" one client exasperated
"oh, i do, i care alot" i answered as i insert another needle inbetween her thigh and bikini line
"you know you must get rid of this, it's not the most inviting sign"

I adore organic apples even when they're 15 dollars a kilo.

I adore leather white sneakers.

I adore white bed linen, i have it and i'm sleeping in a snow storm.

I do believe....

up and down like an elevator, time has shatted through my cotton underpants darlings.
I had half a day off this week. I was having my hair did , cut, colour and abit of a blow, i got Yuji to put some red foils in because i've given up on dying my own, since it's so fantastic to have my hair done at Revo that i go fortnightly just for the head massages. So whilst drifting into fingering bliss my head sliding into the wash basin i get a call from work because miss dumber can't work due to a slit hand. Yes, she cut her hand whilst slicing a tomato, easy thing to do, tomatoes can be quite tricky to, slice but ofcourse we've decided she has cut herself and missed thus slicing the tendon between thumb and index finger.
It's a cry for help , i often stare at my hands and think about slicing it but then the thought of all that elizabeth arden 8 hour cream that's gone onto it, i think not. I adore my new beauty product, Elizabeth Arden Ceramide body cream.

When i decided to purchase a blanket to keep myself warm whilst i drift in and out of consciousness during an evening dvd i popped into Laura Ashley for a gorgeous 'sun-ripen Aubergine' morhair throw.
I'm suppose to throw this on a sofa? well i've been throwing it on myself during these cold lonely winter nights and i'm instantly satisfied. Who needs love when you have a Laura ashley Mohair throw.

oh and did i mention my pair of snake-skin heels have been spray painted, gold.

Today was the A.P.E.C holiday we had to have so i invited Gav and john over for a house warming(?) but really it was just 3 gay guys sitting round with clothes on. Amy was to join us later.
Gav gave me a wonderful set of coasters which was made of wood and you know how much i love wood. john gave me a bottle of wine.
So after a drink and some sushi we trundled off to the park to cruise for some hot guys, erm.. not quite, there were some trees and upturned boats and the river and yer, we saw the spot we were suppose to have a picnic but because it was raining on and off all week we didn't. Then it proceeded to rain and poor gav got wet, hmm wetness...
I thought why not go out and get some cakes and have coffee , get the boys out in the fresh air. SO we did just that returning back to the flat with pastries and gavs meat pie and proceeded to open the door only to be confronted with the fact i forgot to take the keys.
Yes i locked myself (and the boys) out.
Thus the day ended with us eating afternoon tea outside on the gutter and me informing Amy not to come over at 7 because basically no one will be there. My flatmate had gone down to her mothers place in the mountains for the day.
Lucky for me, Gav gave me a lift to my parents place down south so i could watch some porn on the internet till later in the evening when i managed to get back after flatmate came home.
Horray for today i just had glass of vodka, double.

I have alot to tell you but my mind is still abit fuzzy after working for the past 5 days with the flu. I don't know why i bother but i do, not like i'm going to get any prizes. My flatmate is sick too but she seems to have gotten the more colourful version with gastric spasms everytime she eats "but atleast you've lost some weight this time" i quipped.
Tomorrows my day off and i want to do so many things like buy white bedsheets and luxurious blankets, i saw one that has a wolf-fur print on it but minky soft, i don't think wolves fur is fluffy but anyway i need some gorgeous blankety things.
Then the latest ikea catalogue arrived and i'm engrossed.

Tribute to Cat power and those bangs which have become the haircut of the moment.
And it is true, she has signed with Chanel but it's only for the jewellery.
She also performed at the '07 couture

if you watch the interview largerfeld you will see why Cat was chosen to be his muse-de mode, but does chanel come from indie roots? is it angry and haughty and verge-of-a-nervous-breakdown? Will it still look good from a chipped teacup?
All i know is that, seasons change.....

"Listen to me, don’t walk that street
There’s always an end to it"

Gorgeous Mel after banana cake in caramel syrup.
Dear Pete came up from melbourne to grace our humble sydney-siders with his melbournian hautiness . So after jabbing needles into people for 6 hrs i ran home to change and rushed out to Paddington to meet him and marvelous Mel who, by contrary reports has not permed her hair, one can only ponder about effects the barometric pressure has on our lives, such facinating lives.
With a quick pizza and drinks beneath a flat-screen television and hoards of men in shirts 1/2 size too small, fat is still fat no matter how hard one tries to manipulate sweat-shop stitching.
We cantered down oxford street with petes facinating friend Jordan, who downed vitamins then proceeded to wipe her lips with a tube of, lip balm (i hope it was lipbalm but it looked strangely like a tube of, toothpaste) inbetween drinks and vegetarian pizzas. What is a vegetarian pizza anyway.

Stomped into Lounge, it's still there after all this time , proceeded to drink and mark off potential victims, it wasn't hard, the room was filled with them. Especially this hideous university student who wore a backless top, too much back Mel quipped as i downed another scotch. Young and fat in fluro-cotton-elastine blend. I'm so glad i'm not part of that generation.
John joined us and the party was in full swing, hopping over to deans for some luxuriously heavy banana cake in caramel syrup, chocolate mudcake sprinkled with walnut crush and pete's sticky date pudding. The dark ambience with some soul/jazz/ghetto-ism played through out, the darkness reminded me of melbourne, it was hidden and lovely.

The day after I threw my tiny abode open for pre-high tea drinks.
Morrocan mint tea with miniature-chocolate and caramel eclairs, cat powers and Pete in fits of lung spasms, jordan and i continued on , we know an attention seeker when we see one!
Strong tea, petit cakes and good conversation and such a glorious day, spring ebbing that much closer and these shadowing days creeping darker and forlorn.

Three of us stood amongst twisting native trees , upturn small boats and a square of lawn edging onto Parramatta river, the smell of dead aquatic life and the brine that slithers through it.

High tea at the Victoria room was to be expected, i enjoyed the smoked salmon, the cucumber sandwiches in goats cheese, i've always had a soft spot for goats cheese in well made sandwiches.
Drinks, Rose infused lychee cocktail lashed with copious amounts of Gin, oh did i forget it was high-tea.
Who cares, colonialism is dead, long live re-interpretation.
i was disappointed with the staff, they weren't coloured.

Managed to poick out a fucking huge bunch of Lillies and bundled myself into a cab back to a world of struggling white carpet and walls begging to be visually raped.

My stomache hurts, i guess thai mince chicken with chilli doesn't agree with me so i left after midday today leaving henry to the joys of my boss. She's been having it rough lately but then if you don't listen to me in the first place.....
I'll have to get my act together soon because she wants me to study a few courses in the coming months.
Things have been plodding along, with work and 'doing the bay run'. It's what you do when you live in this enclave on the east side. I ran for an hour and half on thursday night, an hour friday night, it's good for stress and having a sexless lifestyle! ha!The write up in the newspaper seemed surreal, it's not what it seems, we don't chi chi in the evenings,
I watched pans labrynth thinking it was a childrens movie, it's not! and wonderland with val kilmer and black dahlia was dreadful.
I'm trying to get some party going on the 7th of sept. since it's the apec meeting and everything is shut down, there is a lovely park down the road that buffers the harbour which would make a wonderful picnic spot. Drinks darlings! drinks!
hmm...maybe we do chi-chi afterall.

My life has become work, dinner, dvd, desert and shopping for knick-knacks and gorgeous things, coffee in balmain the sharp end of town with an organic pretention.
It's just been so hectic living this new micro-luxe life, i go for long walks and jogging after work! Can you believe that!!!

My flatmate and i watched the grudge 2 last night, it was so much fun! although she didn't sleep afterwards.

Work has been, the usual parade of body parts although i haven't done a breast for a while, not since that british girl who worked for molton-brown. That reminds me, i must go down to david jones foodhall soon for some of that chamomile tea and prince charles biscuits grown organically on his estates and most probably fertilised with his shit. Nothing quite like eating royal shit.

Oh and this girl came in with bits of her hairline marked out in pen wanting me to permanently reshape it because,
"you see this mask...." - client places papercut out of mask
"if your face fits on this mask it means you are perfectly balanced in beauty"
*me staring at her paper mask and her eyes moving round in them*
"my hairline is just a bit too low so can you work round the outlined spaces"

I thought about how as a collective of individuals have dissipated into this tower of self-defacing, insecure, immolating pustule we've become. I also thought of really hot guys in tight...no..toight! underwear in the summer sun lifting and moving very expensive home furnishings from Missoni, lots of zig zags darling....and proceeded to insert needles into her scalp.

"i'll just listen to bach on my ipod, it will help me cope with the pain" she said.

Anyway, what will we do with Pete when he is in sydney?

excuse me but the new spice girls promo pic is looking abit strange.
Posh spice looks like she just got fucked up the arse, Ginger spice looks like Eddie from ab/fab, Baby spice looks like some L.A. porno star, Mel C/ Sporty spice is looking terribly like Cat powers!!! and scarey spice like she's enjoying that latte too much!!!

View from my window.

I took a day off work and went furniture hunting in newtown today.
My flatmate and i did newtown, we did newtown, every shop from the Afghan interiors (we love the tealights and kilms and gorgeous pottery and glassware which looked like it was melted with a magnifying glass or laser-guided missle) to the tibetan shop with all sorts of tin ornaments and the "java" furniture store which the guy assured me his boss was busy digging up entire villages in a volcanoe affected town in...java, toss out the bodies and keep the fabulous teak wood furniture "gorgeous" was often thrown up from my mouth. We had lunch at that cafe, um down the side-street with the absolutely gorgeous half black latino greek guy. He'd be my ideal man in physical form, with black curly hair, he was just too much we wet our panties like a bunch of school girls on a summers day, WET!
Hit freedom furniture and stumbled home with creamy rice pudding and doughnuts.

What a day.

Busy with work, busy with moving and building furniture, who'd think i could build furniture, it's so butch, makes me damn horny. Woke up in the morning with sticky boxers and i didn't even remember why! damn.

An ex buddy called me up and well, we had a few drinks and went over to his place to check out his new plasma tv, freggin huge! you get seasick watching it and then before you know it, my pants were down my ankles .
He's a cyclist, so he knows about being thirsty but it's been such a long time for me that er, i was a little excited and well....
However there was plenty to go round so he had seconds ..and thirds.... He on the other hand took ages before he could pop, nearly got lockjaw but you know a hand in the bush is worth two in the mouth or something.

Oral sex is so overrated.

Anyway, i'm very happy with my life for now, once i get my antique desk (hitting newtown on monday) i'll be settled and actually enjoy my new space.
We have a great new team at work (to the detriment of the other clinic) and i feel i can relax abit on the operations part, letting others take responsibility allowing me to fully focus on developing business and business models.

I'm eating quite abit of ice cream lately, have to work out abit more before summer hits.

Everyones got the flu, my nose has slowed down but still, atleast my voice is lower hehehe. It's so cold in sydney it's obscene, reminds me of melbourne but with sun.
I'm settling into this fantastic place even when the sun bounces off the water straight into my bedroom which by the way has an ikea desk which is too small.
I should have spent abit more money but anyway, i will look for something antique in rozelle soon, you do need to spend abit more for quality these days.
I love gorgeous things with a history, or perceived.

My mother insists that vodka is good for colds and you do know, mother knows best.

work and more work, bought ikea furniture and had to build it, got one more damn shelf thing and it's done. I think they've simplified the process but anyway i had to buy a single bed because i want some space in the bedroom so i guess i wont be bringing many guys home for hot sex sessions unless we do it standing up or on the floor or against the wall... anyway i've given up on the whole sex thing, i've just, given up.

Anyway, tomorrows a big day, busy, then back home to get some cables and things and back here again to clean and build more, ikea furniture. Sometimes i wish i had a man who'd just take over and do these things and i can just look pretty and get the bed ready and then all of a sudden i realise it's all on my own and make the best of it.

i think we've been here before.

my nose is running, i think i'm coming down with a cold.

Quick note, made it to the inner west, the apt. is great, great views of water! lots of ..water! and those bloody green and blue birds that sit along the balcony.
I will share photos once i know how to load them from my new carrier and once i get some ikea furniture.