Since I'm not coming up to Sydney for MG...
ANYONE WANT TO BUY MY TICKET????
$110 (That's $20 off!) And I will express post it, so will be in Sydney by Friday...
Email me if you can help me out!
Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!!!!!
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Going for a plop...
You know... I have just a handful of friends that I love unconditionally. The ones that no matter what happens, they are always there, and I'm always there. The ones that when they stand in front of me, I feel warm. When they say something, they make me smile (Hence, the subject...). Just being my friend makes me feel special.
Thank you... I love you more than life itself. You know who you are...
Thank you... I love you more than life itself. You know who you are...
Help...
So you might recall the entries from Christmas where there were people staying in the house... you know.. the LOUD ones... (D&D) well, they are here again. They arrived at 4.30pm today. I knew they had arrived because I could hear them get out of their car. They parked THREE HOUSES AWAY!!!
So now, I am sitting here at the PC, in the same room as D, D, my mum and Russell... it's only been 30 minutes and I am already crawling up the walls...
Thank God I am heading to Ads house tomorrow lunch time for a BBQ and piss up. By the time I get back on Sunday evening, they will be gone...
Just please keep me in your thoughts while you are all enjoying your Friday night... I will be here. Blocking my ears. Curled up in the corner, shaking uncontrollably.
So now, I am sitting here at the PC, in the same room as D, D, my mum and Russell... it's only been 30 minutes and I am already crawling up the walls...
Thank God I am heading to Ads house tomorrow lunch time for a BBQ and piss up. By the time I get back on Sunday evening, they will be gone...
Just please keep me in your thoughts while you are all enjoying your Friday night... I will be here. Blocking my ears. Curled up in the corner, shaking uncontrollably.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
For my 100th post ...
I really think that I should say something inspiring, meaningful, definitive, provocative, stimulating...
Or I could just have a drink...
Cheers...
Or I could just have a drink...
Cheers...
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
What's Someone Like Me...
Midnight falls on the snow-lit trees
And as I stand inside I know that I
Can't watch life through a window
My indecision is blocking the door
It's like a religion
That I never ask for more
I might stumble and fall
What's someone like me,
Doing in a life like this?
Slipping back into the past
Sun comes up and streams
Through the blinds
And as I throw my clothes on
Do my hair wrong,
Stare into my mirror
Telling myself that everyone falls
Take the first step
That's the trick of it all
Bounce back like a ball
What's someone like me
Doing in a life like this ?...
- Cyndi Lauper
And as I stand inside I know that I
Can't watch life through a window
My indecision is blocking the door
It's like a religion
That I never ask for more
I might stumble and fall
What's someone like me,
Doing in a life like this?
Slipping back into the past
Sun comes up and streams
Through the blinds
And as I throw my clothes on
Do my hair wrong,
Stare into my mirror
Telling myself that everyone falls
Take the first step
That's the trick of it all
Bounce back like a ball
What's someone like me
Doing in a life like this ?...
- Cyndi Lauper
Friday, February 16, 2007
What the fuck???? (Pt 1)
OK, so I don't usually post comment on current affairs etc... but this had me in fits of laughter....
In 'The Age' newspaper (online version) today, within the Anna Nicole section, is a link to a photo gallery...
GALLERY : Scenes from a hotel room
It is a collection of photos of a hotel room. Not so funny, until you start going through them. First pic is of a roll of toilet paper. Caption : "A roll of toilet paper similar to that used in the hotel room of Anna Nicole Smith when she collapsed and later died."
Second pic is of a cabinet top with hotel toiletries on it. Caption : "Toiletries in a bathroom in a suite similar to the one used by Anna Nicole Smith when she collapsed. It is unclear at this stage what happened to the original toiletries."
It goes on....
You just have to check it out here... I mean, What the Fuck????
In 'The Age' newspaper (online version) today, within the Anna Nicole section, is a link to a photo gallery...
GALLERY : Scenes from a hotel room
It is a collection of photos of a hotel room. Not so funny, until you start going through them. First pic is of a roll of toilet paper. Caption : "A roll of toilet paper similar to that used in the hotel room of Anna Nicole Smith when she collapsed and later died."
Second pic is of a cabinet top with hotel toiletries on it. Caption : "Toiletries in a bathroom in a suite similar to the one used by Anna Nicole Smith when she collapsed. It is unclear at this stage what happened to the original toiletries."
It goes on....
You just have to check it out here... I mean, What the Fuck????
Recovery can be funny...
So I finally got over my weekend. Ecky Tuesday was actually a Wednesday thing. I was feeling seriously flat and emotional. Actually in hind-sight, it was fucking hilarious. I cried watching the Simpsons. I cried watching Friends. I can't actually recall what was happening on the shows at the time, but whatever it was made me cry. God I love 'the days after'... if the drugs aren't a total mind fuck on their own, the days following are enough to make you want to do it again. :op It's kinda like after you have been to the dentist, and your face is numb from anesthetic, and you play with your lip, flicking it, and it's funny cos you can't feel it... it makes you laugh. As an adult, you don't actually laugh out loud about something like that... you laugh on the inside for fear of being labeled a weirdo. Anyway, I digress... You laugh because its funny to find some odd effect to something usually quite normal...
Is any of this making sense? I'm reading back on it, and it confused the fuck out of me... Well, maybe you'll understand... and maybe you won't.
Is any of this making sense? I'm reading back on it, and it confused the fuck out of me... Well, maybe you'll understand... and maybe you won't.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Too buggered to think of a title...
It's recovery day... flat, tired, dehydrated, emotional...
Carnival and T Dance were great. Met up with Adam first for the day. Wandered around, eye candy everywhere. Organisation for food and drinks was abysmal. Thousands of people, two drinks tents, 2 people working at each tent. The queues were at least 50 people long, and in 35 degrees and no shade... the second time I waited for a beer, I gave up half way along... feeling the sun scorching me, knowing that my newly formed 'brickies tan' was getting redder and brighter. Noice.
The day was great though. Lots to see and do. Something strange though... considering it was the biggest gay day on the Melbourne queer calendar... I saw only 1 drag queen - and she was on stage. You know how at Mardi Gras fair day, the place is crawling with big men with big hair and heavy makeup... it really did feel like something was missing.
Ran into so many people that I have met the past few weeks, and some I have know for months - Andy (Dean's friend) was sweet. Saw me, big smile, gave me a hug, told me to 'take care'. Also met up with Dom, Terry & Co, Warrick & Co, Woz, Tan, Vin. Kept me busy.
Party time... Something totally amazing about a dance party outdoors. Never got a chance to go to the harbour party in Sydney, so T Dance was my first outdoor party. Mind you, I have danced my arse off outside before... but that was usually being off my nut and still hearing the music in my head from the night before, ha ha ha.
So anyway, split my time between Terry & Co, Dom, & Warrick and his co-horts.
Dancing like a mad man, totally let loose. My God, first time I actually really let it all out in ages. Warrick came over, when all of a sudden, a finger in my mouth. Ooh! P-I-L-L... mmm...
That was it. The night was mine. Danced with everybody and anybody. Cool breeze, stars, trees swaying.. fucking beautiful. Bumped into a 'friend of a friend', who introduced me to this hot blonde guy (buggered if I can remember his name though!) Danced with him for a while, then since both of us were peaking, ran off into the park to, ummm... appreciate each others induced euphoria. mmmm... Hot night, hot music, hot people, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.
Next thing we knew, party was over... 11pm and everyone was leaving. Found Warrick & Co. Decided we were heading to Love Machine in Little Chapel St, South Yarra. Place was fucking awesome... loved it. Place was full of sexy people, great music... Dragged into the bathroom part way through the night for a little 'pick me up', courtesy of Kellog's. So that was it... the night became so full on, so loud, so hard, so fucking intense... ended up dancing with these two hot blonde girls, one in front, one behind, being horribly dirty... both intent on dragging me home... ha ha ha... I tried to explain... :op It was all so 'mind-fucking'... the next thing I knew, it was 7am and Warrick, Daryl and I were walking home...
"What the fuck just happened??" "Honey, you were off with the fairy's..." "Have a nice time with those girls? They were really into you..." "Ha! Ummm, I don't know! Oh-my-God..."
So crashed at Warrick's - slept for a couple of hours (you know the kind of sleep where your mind switches off, even though it is still racing a hundred k's an hour...)
Met mum after she finished work... dark glasses on so she couldn't see my eyes... the drive home was excruciating... mum's usual ranting, raving and complaining is manageable and sometimes cute... just not when I'm in that state of mind...
Made it home, and zoned out for the rest of the evening. Slept 11 hours. Today is a total right-off... it has taken me 5 hours to write this...
The past 48 hours have been a blur... a fucking awesome blur...
I remember someone took photos at some stage... If I ever remember who it was... I will try and get a copy and post em on here... :o)
Good times...
Carnival and T Dance were great. Met up with Adam first for the day. Wandered around, eye candy everywhere. Organisation for food and drinks was abysmal. Thousands of people, two drinks tents, 2 people working at each tent. The queues were at least 50 people long, and in 35 degrees and no shade... the second time I waited for a beer, I gave up half way along... feeling the sun scorching me, knowing that my newly formed 'brickies tan' was getting redder and brighter. Noice.
The day was great though. Lots to see and do. Something strange though... considering it was the biggest gay day on the Melbourne queer calendar... I saw only 1 drag queen - and she was on stage. You know how at Mardi Gras fair day, the place is crawling with big men with big hair and heavy makeup... it really did feel like something was missing.
Ran into so many people that I have met the past few weeks, and some I have know for months - Andy (Dean's friend) was sweet. Saw me, big smile, gave me a hug, told me to 'take care'. Also met up with Dom, Terry & Co, Warrick & Co, Woz, Tan, Vin. Kept me busy.
Party time... Something totally amazing about a dance party outdoors. Never got a chance to go to the harbour party in Sydney, so T Dance was my first outdoor party. Mind you, I have danced my arse off outside before... but that was usually being off my nut and still hearing the music in my head from the night before, ha ha ha.
So anyway, split my time between Terry & Co, Dom, & Warrick and his co-horts.
Dancing like a mad man, totally let loose. My God, first time I actually really let it all out in ages. Warrick came over, when all of a sudden, a finger in my mouth. Ooh! P-I-L-L... mmm...
That was it. The night was mine. Danced with everybody and anybody. Cool breeze, stars, trees swaying.. fucking beautiful. Bumped into a 'friend of a friend', who introduced me to this hot blonde guy (buggered if I can remember his name though!) Danced with him for a while, then since both of us were peaking, ran off into the park to, ummm... appreciate each others induced euphoria. mmmm... Hot night, hot music, hot people, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.
Next thing we knew, party was over... 11pm and everyone was leaving. Found Warrick & Co. Decided we were heading to Love Machine in Little Chapel St, South Yarra. Place was fucking awesome... loved it. Place was full of sexy people, great music... Dragged into the bathroom part way through the night for a little 'pick me up', courtesy of Kellog's. So that was it... the night became so full on, so loud, so hard, so fucking intense... ended up dancing with these two hot blonde girls, one in front, one behind, being horribly dirty... both intent on dragging me home... ha ha ha... I tried to explain... :op It was all so 'mind-fucking'... the next thing I knew, it was 7am and Warrick, Daryl and I were walking home...
"What the fuck just happened??" "Honey, you were off with the fairy's..." "Have a nice time with those girls? They were really into you..." "Ha! Ummm, I don't know! Oh-my-God..."
So crashed at Warrick's - slept for a couple of hours (you know the kind of sleep where your mind switches off, even though it is still racing a hundred k's an hour...)
Met mum after she finished work... dark glasses on so she couldn't see my eyes... the drive home was excruciating... mum's usual ranting, raving and complaining is manageable and sometimes cute... just not when I'm in that state of mind...
Made it home, and zoned out for the rest of the evening. Slept 11 hours. Today is a total right-off... it has taken me 5 hours to write this...
The past 48 hours have been a blur... a fucking awesome blur...
I remember someone took photos at some stage... If I ever remember who it was... I will try and get a copy and post em on here... :o)
Good times...
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Two down...
Organised to meet up with Dom at St Jeromes yesterday... So caught the train into Flinders Street, going through the ticket gate... wrong ticket... bought a Zone 2 instead of a zone 1+2... oops. (What's with me and public frigging transport, huh?)The ticket gate lady was nice though, she let me through. Probably because I was standing there with a totally blank look on my face, frozen in sheer terror, almost like stage fright... she must have thought I was short a chromosome...
So made it safely and fine-free to St Jerome's. Had a drink with Dom, when I got a message from Terry - he was also there with a couple of friends. I took Terry there last Friday, he loved it so much he brought them to check it out... So Dom and I went out the back and met up with Terry, Chris and Shannon. Lovely couple - still in that sweet first months... awwwww... (Cue vomit sounds) "Honey - enjoy it while it lasts... cos he is just gonna rip your heart out and stomp on it." Bitter? Moi? :o)
Funniest thing happens next - get a message from Gene (breakfast in Carlton guy). He was in the city and wanted to catch up. So I told him I was at St J's and he should join us. So he shows up... They all know each other... Aiya... Terry, Chris and Shannon are good friends with Gene - they all hang out together. Whats the chance of that... but wait there's more... I go to introduce Gene to Dom... "Oh hey Dom! How have you been!!!" What the??? My three friends, who I met in separate situations, in completely different ways and locations, were all friends with each other... Bloody Hell...
So we all hung out at St J's for a couple of hours, drinking long necks of Coopers Pale Ale (again)... and talking about poor Anna Nicole Smith... conspiracy theories, drugs, murder, intrigue...
Then it was off to a clay pot restaurant (can't remember the name!) for dinner with more of Terry's friends and then on to Madam Brussels. This place is fabulous! Definitely an addition to my fave's list!
After sharing what seemed like a dozen jugs of Fruit Daiquiris, we all staggered out and went our separate ways. I crashed at Terry's place, since there ain't no way I was gonna do the train and nightride bus back to Hell's Corner.
Woke up this morning, horribly hung over, headache, nausea, hot flushes... noice... recovery breakfast at Prahran Market, wandered around the shops for a few hours, trying on clothes, lunch at , then it was the long trip home...
The rest of today is recovery. Chill, relax, watch TV. :o) Tomorrow is Carnival and T Dance at Treasury Gardens. So need my energy!
Oh, found a place to live! Yay! Hot 3 bedroom apartment in South Melbourne. Just off St Kilda Rd, only 15 minute walk into the city. Sharing with a gay guy, Pete, and a straight German boy, Martin. The block also has pool, gym, and tennis court. Thank God for the gym...
Moving in next Friday!
Love - behind me. Check!
Accommodation - found. Check!
Career / Business - watch this space...
Two down... not a bad run this week!
Yay me!
So made it safely and fine-free to St Jerome's. Had a drink with Dom, when I got a message from Terry - he was also there with a couple of friends. I took Terry there last Friday, he loved it so much he brought them to check it out... So Dom and I went out the back and met up with Terry, Chris and Shannon. Lovely couple - still in that sweet first months... awwwww... (Cue vomit sounds) "Honey - enjoy it while it lasts... cos he is just gonna rip your heart out and stomp on it." Bitter? Moi? :o)
Funniest thing happens next - get a message from Gene (breakfast in Carlton guy). He was in the city and wanted to catch up. So I told him I was at St J's and he should join us. So he shows up... They all know each other... Aiya... Terry, Chris and Shannon are good friends with Gene - they all hang out together. Whats the chance of that... but wait there's more... I go to introduce Gene to Dom... "Oh hey Dom! How have you been!!!" What the??? My three friends, who I met in separate situations, in completely different ways and locations, were all friends with each other... Bloody Hell...
So we all hung out at St J's for a couple of hours, drinking long necks of Coopers Pale Ale (again)... and talking about poor Anna Nicole Smith... conspiracy theories, drugs, murder, intrigue...
Then it was off to a clay pot restaurant (can't remember the name!) for dinner with more of Terry's friends and then on to Madam Brussels. This place is fabulous! Definitely an addition to my fave's list!
After sharing what seemed like a dozen jugs of Fruit Daiquiris, we all staggered out and went our separate ways. I crashed at Terry's place, since there ain't no way I was gonna do the train and nightride bus back to Hell's Corner.
Woke up this morning, horribly hung over, headache, nausea, hot flushes... noice... recovery breakfast at Prahran Market, wandered around the shops for a few hours, trying on clothes, lunch at , then it was the long trip home...
The rest of today is recovery. Chill, relax, watch TV. :o) Tomorrow is Carnival and T Dance at Treasury Gardens. So need my energy!
Oh, found a place to live! Yay! Hot 3 bedroom apartment in South Melbourne. Just off St Kilda Rd, only 15 minute walk into the city. Sharing with a gay guy, Pete, and a straight German boy, Martin. The block also has pool, gym, and tennis court. Thank God for the gym...
Moving in next Friday!
Love - behind me. Check!
Accommodation - found. Check!
Career / Business - watch this space...
Two down... not a bad run this week!
Yay me!
Thursday, February 08, 2007
It's my time....
Having a scaldingly cold beer.. you know when you keep them in the freezer just to the point where the first few crystals form... so when you open it, the beer itself goes cloudy, then that first mouthful burns just like icey cold coke does on a stinking hot day..... ahhhhhhhhhhh.... :o)
Feeling very relaxed... after my emotional night thinking about 'you know who' and his new 'you know what', I decided that regardless of my midly fragile emotional state and lack of sleep, I was gonna get out today, be social, and just have a fucking good day.
Managed to do the bus/train adventure ride to the city. Woohoo. Went to Melbourne Central, met up with 'friend of friend' Han, had a roast beef lunch and a couple of beers, then walked down to Crown and saw Dreamgirls. Had been sort of avoiding seeing the movie, since all it does is remind me of Dean - but effective this morning... I decided that I just gotta get the fuck over it. (I mean, fuck... no one is worth this much torment.)
Movie was pretty good... as far as musicals go. I still find breaking into song, when spoken word would normally suffice, a tad naff... but it was done quite well, and at times, was very touching :o) Overall, a pretty good movie. Couldn't help but dance along in our seats to a lot of the songs - and even sang along... "No way... No, No, No, No Way I'm living without you..." Much to the disgust of the row of old people in front of us.
Did the train/bus adventure ride all the way back to Hell's Corner.
It actually felt good... for the very first time, I was totally self reliant - no lift to the station, no borrowing Ange's car - today I made my own way out, and own way back. Wasted an awful lot of the day traveling and waiting for connecting buses and trains, but shit - it was good to not rely on anyone for a change.
Anyway, thats it - sitting here having second icy cold beer...
It's time to move on and up... This is my time...
Feeling very relaxed... after my emotional night thinking about 'you know who' and his new 'you know what', I decided that regardless of my midly fragile emotional state and lack of sleep, I was gonna get out today, be social, and just have a fucking good day.
Managed to do the bus/train adventure ride to the city. Woohoo. Went to Melbourne Central, met up with 'friend of friend' Han, had a roast beef lunch and a couple of beers, then walked down to Crown and saw Dreamgirls. Had been sort of avoiding seeing the movie, since all it does is remind me of Dean - but effective this morning... I decided that I just gotta get the fuck over it. (I mean, fuck... no one is worth this much torment.)
Movie was pretty good... as far as musicals go. I still find breaking into song, when spoken word would normally suffice, a tad naff... but it was done quite well, and at times, was very touching :o) Overall, a pretty good movie. Couldn't help but dance along in our seats to a lot of the songs - and even sang along... "No way... No, No, No, No Way I'm living without you..." Much to the disgust of the row of old people in front of us.
Did the train/bus adventure ride all the way back to Hell's Corner.
It actually felt good... for the very first time, I was totally self reliant - no lift to the station, no borrowing Ange's car - today I made my own way out, and own way back. Wasted an awful lot of the day traveling and waiting for connecting buses and trains, but shit - it was good to not rely on anyone for a change.
Anyway, thats it - sitting here having second icy cold beer...
It's time to move on and up... This is my time...
Ein neuer Tag beginnt...
The trail was not for me to follow.
Stop... today. Done.
It all falls into place. It's all understood. It all makes sense. And it hurts.
Recovery is swift for some.
Closure is appreciated.
Stop... today. Done.
It all falls into place. It's all understood. It all makes sense. And it hurts.
Recovery is swift for some.
Closure is appreciated.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
It's just not in my genetic makeup...
Today was supposed to be a fabulously social day for me - Meeting a friend for coffee on Lygon Street at 3. Then at 5, it was off to Bimbo's on Brunswick St for a promised catch up with Jane (the Kiwi chick from Opium Den last week).
So, spent the morning checking out apartments on Domain and share places on Let-it-out... a quick workout, got ready... including mental preparation for the long and horrid trip to the city :
Walk to bus stop (15 minutes)
Bus to Lalor (10 minutes)
Walk to Lalor Train Station (5 minutes)
Train to Merri Station (20 minutes)
Walk to Tram Stop (5 minutes)
Tram to Brunswick Street (40 minutes)
All up, an hour and a bloody half...
So got to the bus stop, shit, just missed it. Walked back home to check next bus.
Next bus - no connecting train.
Next bus with connecting train - 3.10pm. Fuck, fuck, fuck - called to reschedule coffee in Lygon St. At least I will still get in for Bimbo's.
2.50pm - walked back to bus stop.
Bus comes, get on, buy Day ticket Zone 1+2 : 9.70... Sit down, relax, yay, I'm on my way!
OK, so the website says 10 minutes to Lalor Station - it's been over 15 minutes, damn I am gonna miss my connecting train... So I ask the woman in front of me "Do you know how much further to Lalor Station?" To which she giggles momentarily, then with an instant straight face like the Botox fairy had just popped up and jabbed her "Honey... you're going the wrong way..."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Got off the next stop mumbling to myself "fuck this fucking hell hole, no fucking signs, how is anyone supposed to, blah, blah, blah, mumble, mumble, mumble, fuck, fuck, fuck" Possibly looked like one of those crazy homeless dudes I used to see on the trains and in the parks in Sydney, talking to themselves and arguing with their imaginary friend...
So crossed over, got another bus home. Damned if I was going to try and head into the city now.
I mean really... What am I doing out here.... It's obviously not in my genetic makeup to be suburban... someone please get me out of this hell...
Have a couple of places to check out tomorrow, so fingers crossed!
Oh, it's Deans birthday today... I sent him an SMS... I wasn't sure whether I should have called, or gone in to see him, or what... but the SMS seemed to be the best option since a phone call would be awkward, and seeing him in person would reduce me to a tragic mess, thus even more awkward. Well, at least he replied...
So, spent the morning checking out apartments on Domain and share places on Let-it-out... a quick workout, got ready... including mental preparation for the long and horrid trip to the city :
Walk to bus stop (15 minutes)
Bus to Lalor (10 minutes)
Walk to Lalor Train Station (5 minutes)
Train to Merri Station (20 minutes)
Walk to Tram Stop (5 minutes)
Tram to Brunswick Street (40 minutes)
All up, an hour and a bloody half...
So got to the bus stop, shit, just missed it. Walked back home to check next bus.
Next bus - no connecting train.
Next bus with connecting train - 3.10pm. Fuck, fuck, fuck - called to reschedule coffee in Lygon St. At least I will still get in for Bimbo's.
2.50pm - walked back to bus stop.
Bus comes, get on, buy Day ticket Zone 1+2 : 9.70... Sit down, relax, yay, I'm on my way!
OK, so the website says 10 minutes to Lalor Station - it's been over 15 minutes, damn I am gonna miss my connecting train... So I ask the woman in front of me "Do you know how much further to Lalor Station?" To which she giggles momentarily, then with an instant straight face like the Botox fairy had just popped up and jabbed her "Honey... you're going the wrong way..."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Got off the next stop mumbling to myself "fuck this fucking hell hole, no fucking signs, how is anyone supposed to, blah, blah, blah, mumble, mumble, mumble, fuck, fuck, fuck" Possibly looked like one of those crazy homeless dudes I used to see on the trains and in the parks in Sydney, talking to themselves and arguing with their imaginary friend...
So crossed over, got another bus home. Damned if I was going to try and head into the city now.
I mean really... What am I doing out here.... It's obviously not in my genetic makeup to be suburban... someone please get me out of this hell...
Have a couple of places to check out tomorrow, so fingers crossed!
Oh, it's Deans birthday today... I sent him an SMS... I wasn't sure whether I should have called, or gone in to see him, or what... but the SMS seemed to be the best option since a phone call would be awkward, and seeing him in person would reduce me to a tragic mess, thus even more awkward. Well, at least he replied...
Saturday, February 03, 2007
A little on the nose...
So, talking to a friend over coffee, and the following was put to me...
"At exactly what stage of a relationship is it OK to FART in front of your partner?"
Well... personally, I guess it's different for everybody... and it solely depends on the level of comfort you develop...
"But... How does that translate when it is TRADE!!!"
OH MY GOD...
He continued..."Laying in bed this morning, curled up with my previous nights conquest... and suddenly... I felt his body jerk, turned out it was the "squeezing one out" muscular movements... the sound, the smell... and he didn't even say 'oh, sorry, excuse me'... and not just once, but 4 times! 4 times within an hour, oh my God..."
Well... It took me months before I could do that in front of Mark. And I think I never got to that level with Dean...
So tell me... is that bad form? Anyone?
"At exactly what stage of a relationship is it OK to FART in front of your partner?"
Well... personally, I guess it's different for everybody... and it solely depends on the level of comfort you develop...
"But... How does that translate when it is TRADE!!!"
OH MY GOD...
He continued..."Laying in bed this morning, curled up with my previous nights conquest... and suddenly... I felt his body jerk, turned out it was the "squeezing one out" muscular movements... the sound, the smell... and he didn't even say 'oh, sorry, excuse me'... and not just once, but 4 times! 4 times within an hour, oh my God..."
Well... It took me months before I could do that in front of Mark. And I think I never got to that level with Dean...
So tell me... is that bad form? Anyone?
Friday, February 02, 2007
Would you like rice with that?
Firstly, my sincerest apologies for the banality of this post... it is just a catch up on the past few days. Nothing really blog worthy, but don't like to leave too big a gap between... :o)
Wednesday, my friend Jerry from Sydney appeared in Melbourne. I say 'appeared', because he only told me on Tuesday night that he would be down the next day. Not very convenient, I must say... I had plans! I had "to do's"! I had dates!
So Wednesday morning I trained it to the city... Jerry wasn't in until 3pm, but since I have no way of getting to the station after everyone goes to work.. it was either 8am or never! So once in the city, wandered around, had some breakfast, filled in a few hours with a movie. Saw Deja Vu (Denzel Washington & Val Kilmer) Really great movie... I thought I would get confused, since I did during the trailer...
After the movie, got an invite to lunch with Woz and Dom - so filled in an hour with them. Dom is moving to Japan in two weeks... just getting to know him too. Bugger.
3pm came around, and Jerry called from his room. I took him for a whirlwind tour around the streets, and included a quick zoom through Southbank & the casino, and finished with a bite at Don Don on Swanston St. Great simple Japanese food - fast, easy and cheap as.
Wednesday is Gaysian night at The Opium Den... The place is trash-tastic... dark, dingy, full of lecherous old men chasing young asian boys. Thought it would be good for Jerry to see what a bad gay bar is like. I shouldn't say it's bad... it is a fun bar - but in the whole scheme of gay bars in Melbourne, definitely at the trashier end...
So hung out there for a few hours, lots of cute boys, lots of attention - loved it. Ran into Kai (the gayboy formerly known as Mihn)- he was very trashed and very touchy-feely. He's a cutey, but unfortunately he was very touchy-feely with every man in the bar... mhmm...
The show was amazing. It was a few numbers from Dreamgirls - and first thing I thought of was Dean. He is obsessed with that movie. So anyway, show was great. People were great. Beer was free... and by the jug! (Thanks Kai, xxx) Met a great chick named Jane the Kiwi - got on like a house on fire.
Dragger her, Monkey and Jerry to The Peel - always the natural progression from The Den. Danced the rest of the night away. Said farewells, with a promise of a boozer at Bimbo's on Monday night...
Had told Jerry I would continue the whirlwind tour with him on Thursday. So, crawling out from under my hangover, still wearing the clothes from the whole day out on Wednesday and Wednesday night, eeuuww... So took the free City Circle tram around, got off at Parliament and wandered through Fitzroy Gardens, crashing on the grass and chilling for an hour. End of day two with no sleep... trained it home, tired, sick, hot, dirty, smelly... crashed - out cold.
Good times...
Wednesday, my friend Jerry from Sydney appeared in Melbourne. I say 'appeared', because he only told me on Tuesday night that he would be down the next day. Not very convenient, I must say... I had plans! I had "to do's"! I had dates!
So Wednesday morning I trained it to the city... Jerry wasn't in until 3pm, but since I have no way of getting to the station after everyone goes to work.. it was either 8am or never! So once in the city, wandered around, had some breakfast, filled in a few hours with a movie. Saw Deja Vu (Denzel Washington & Val Kilmer) Really great movie... I thought I would get confused, since I did during the trailer...
After the movie, got an invite to lunch with Woz and Dom - so filled in an hour with them. Dom is moving to Japan in two weeks... just getting to know him too. Bugger.
3pm came around, and Jerry called from his room. I took him for a whirlwind tour around the streets, and included a quick zoom through Southbank & the casino, and finished with a bite at Don Don on Swanston St. Great simple Japanese food - fast, easy and cheap as.
Wednesday is Gaysian night at The Opium Den... The place is trash-tastic... dark, dingy, full of lecherous old men chasing young asian boys. Thought it would be good for Jerry to see what a bad gay bar is like. I shouldn't say it's bad... it is a fun bar - but in the whole scheme of gay bars in Melbourne, definitely at the trashier end...
So hung out there for a few hours, lots of cute boys, lots of attention - loved it. Ran into Kai (the gayboy formerly known as Mihn)- he was very trashed and very touchy-feely. He's a cutey, but unfortunately he was very touchy-feely with every man in the bar... mhmm...
The show was amazing. It was a few numbers from Dreamgirls - and first thing I thought of was Dean. He is obsessed with that movie. So anyway, show was great. People were great. Beer was free... and by the jug! (Thanks Kai, xxx) Met a great chick named Jane the Kiwi - got on like a house on fire.
Dragger her, Monkey and Jerry to The Peel - always the natural progression from The Den. Danced the rest of the night away. Said farewells, with a promise of a boozer at Bimbo's on Monday night...
Had told Jerry I would continue the whirlwind tour with him on Thursday. So, crawling out from under my hangover, still wearing the clothes from the whole day out on Wednesday and Wednesday night, eeuuww... So took the free City Circle tram around, got off at Parliament and wandered through Fitzroy Gardens, crashing on the grass and chilling for an hour. End of day two with no sleep... trained it home, tired, sick, hot, dirty, smelly... crashed - out cold.
Good times...