do you realize?

Something was missing last week.

It went missing on Saturday morning and did not return until the following Saturday afternoon.

I didn't realize just how much I would miss it until it left me...

I only realized just how much I adore and care for it the moment it returned.

cmx

watch yourself!

Okay, so today I was sent a text message involving someone eating all of my tabouleh. Since I read the text message telling of my tabouleh's demise, I have been singing “Tabouleh bouleh!” to the tune of Sam the Sham & The Pharaoh’s ‘Wooly Bully’. I have adored this song since I first encountered it in Full Metal Jacket (one of my favourite movies) and let’s be honest, I love tabouleh. This is a hybrid of one of my favourite songs and one of my favourite foods! What more could a gal ask for on a Thursday afternoon?

So for you, this afternoon… I present Sam the Sham & The Pharaoh’s singing ‘Wooly Bully’ AKA ‘tabouleh bouleh’

i really don't.

thanks for that mr tom petty.

i realise that this song doesn't relate to my situation at all, apart from the chorus.... i don't have to live like a refugee. I'm listening to Gold 104 and I do adore this song.

x

accounts department

Dear Accounts Department.

Thank you very much for the inconvenience you have caused by not paying me or my workmates at all this week. Not only do all of my automatic debits come out of my account today (costing me money which I doubt you will reimburse me for) but I have no money for lunch or my food shopping.

I am hungry, I am poorer, and I am going to be a force to be reckoned with come lunchtime.

Damn you accounts... like Wednesdays aren't bad enough!

holiday.

So, I had a week and a half off work. It went incredibly quick and sadly the same crap I left on my desk is still here on my return. The break did me some good and I’m feeling better about a lot of things that have been crowding my poor little brain and preventing me from sleeping.

Firstly, I’m coping okay with the robbing stuff. Last night I managed to sleep through the night on my own in my own bed without waking, anxiety ridden at every sound on the street. In my quieter moments I am still mourning for my lost jewellery, some of which had very little value to anyone but me. Last night, I cleaned my noticeably less than full jewellery holder and cried for everything it once held. It’s now clean, and empty and ready to hold new precious things. It’s still a sore point, but now I am crying on my own, and not when people ask me if I’m okay or show me any kindness. Apologies to anyone who I cried at over the last couple of weeks, your sympathy has not gone unnoticed, I’m just a little overwhelmed.

I had the best Christmas I have ever had (don’t tell my mum). I woke late, I ate tiger toast in bed and watched cartoons and then I rode up to my friend’s house for a lovely Christmas lunch with friends aka family of choice. There was no pressure whatsoever, and the day was filled with bike riding and laughter. In that kitchen of my friends, there was a lot of love… and everyone who was there wanted to be there. Later, I went over to Brendan’s house, we ate blueberries and traded Christmas tales. I'm not so grinch-like about Christmas now.

To be honest, I did little these holidays but watch DVD’s, tinker on my new laptop, swim, ride on my new bike, drink coffee, see Public Enemy (highlight!) and hang about Fitzroy and Brunswick but it was exactly what I needed. I had grand plans of movies, exhibitions and sorting my life out… I got none of it done and I feel great for it.

So yeah, I’m back… A bit lighter in the heart, and a bit brighter in the mind and ready for two thousand and fine.

Cmx