EMO Chicks

Sunday mornings I sit with the gang and have a slap up breakfast which includes a rap up of the week from each of us. I was chowing down on my waffles and ice-cream when a pack of Emo chicks strolled past and our banter changed.

Emo Chicks and what they wear:

The first thing you notice is that they are all identical (pack mentality) no individuality expressed although I am sure they would argue that there are subtle differences but to my untrained eye I could not see any. Next, why do they insist on wearing the fashion disaster of the black skin tight jeans that look terrible on everybody! The jeans are low waisted so the undies are visible (never a good look) and they do nothing but make a chick's butt look really huge, as I commented to Pip they should have a bumper sticker on their arse that says "wide load"! Why are these horrible black jeans the staple of the Emo 'uniform'? I will have to get up the courage one day to actually ask as my imagination has yet to come up with an adequate theory. 'Over weight girls should never wear horizontal stripes' and the same could be said for no girl should ever wear tight hugging black jeans, and if they insist on it for heaven's sake don't stick things in the pockets!

Do Emo chicks think they are rebelling? Oddly enough they are a cross between goth and punk - nothing new they've simply mogrelized the two looks.

Emo chicks take note - try a little individual expression - to the untrained eye you look exactly the same (even their hairstyles are identical). Oh and don't forget to burn those black jeans, you'll thank me when you do!

Family

Oh the joy of family* gatherings! Repeating the same story of what you have been up to, explaining why your husband could not make it and of course drinking too much alcohol. You would have been fine had it not been for those last 2 glasses of wine (evil wine) and the lack of food that day. Then the next day paranoia wondering if you are getting stares of recrimination, looks followed by a "tut, tut". Desperately trying to fill in those small patches of blank from the night before, to ensure that you had not said or done anything too awful.

Alcohol is bad around family, your tongue becomes too loose and when you have lost time, you just hope your mixed up speech and sudden confidence doesn't lead you astray.


Then there is the 9.30am call for a family photo the next day, you feel sick but still drag yourself out of bed (which is a really bad idea) to stand rather shaken under the heat of the sun. Half way through you realise this was a really bad idea and worry that the contents of the night before may end up on some unsuspecting cousin thus exasserbating the situation. You feel light headed and make a dash for the bushes - even more paranoia - is there further recrimination. Won't someone please send me home or rewind the clock.

Alas no.

And now you sit on a plane replaying the weekend, head in hand and sigh wondering if you can go ten years without seeing them again and hope that that is enough time for them all to have forgot.



*family being immediate and extended.

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A little tale

I started thinking today, dangerous I know, but after reading Sir Shorn's lastest post I couldn't help thinking about the decisions we make in life and how those decisions lead us down certain paths.

This thought led me of course back to "Karaoke" and that rather fateful couple of months of my life. Secretly I wanted to throw in the towel, but for some reason I kept perservering even though I was frustrated and stressed with the whole darn thing. Now I wonder if the only purpose for me continuing with Karaoke, listening to that little voice telling me to continue the journey, was so that Sir Shorn and Pip could meet?

If I had never done Karaoke, I would possibly have never met Sir Shorn, who in turn may never have met Pip. Now I am not saying that it's all because of me, but would they still have met?

So if the only purpose to do "Karaoke" was so that Sir Shorn and Pip could met I'm glad I listened to the voice because it turns out not to have been the failure I had perceived. Rather it was an unanticipated success that I can now only see.

Of course this all goes back a little further than the fateful "Karaoke", all the way back to Lexxicon and my "friendship growing pains" that saw me desperately wanting to throw in the towel again! (mainly due to embarrassment!) - (anyone seeing a pattern here?). If Lexxicon had not refused to let me just walk away (and for some strange reason made the decision to clinge onto and try to fix our ailing friendship) then I would never have met Beardo. The reason I would never have met Beardo is because I would never have done "10 Minutes" and therefore would never have met Pablo and Jarrod.

And if I had never met Beardo, I would never have met Pip which probably means I would never have met Sir Shorn either because I wouldn't have done Karaoke.

So really the true hero in this story is Lexxicon. Why he made the decision he did, to not let me toss it all aside and walk away I will never know, but if he hadn't things would be alot different!

Would we all still have met? Possibly, but more likely not.

Hats off to Lexxicon!!!

And where are the characters of my story now?

Beardo and Charlie are happily married
Pip and Sir Shorn fell in love and are now talking marriage
Lexxicon became an Uncle!

The End

Let's dance

Why is it . . . .

That people who comment on my blog also end up brawling on my blog?!

Tis' a mystery?

This came as an email. . . . .

Just in case you wanted to know this:

On Thursday the 4th of next month (may), at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06.

That won't ever happen again.

You may now return to your (normal ?) life.

Things to do before I am 30

• Play air hockey (DONE)
• Shoot a gun (In Progress)
• Play lawn bowls
• Host a scavenger hunt [just because they're fun!]
• Swim with the dolphins [simply because it is the #1 thing to do before you die]
• Ride a camel
• ride in a hot air balloon
• Get on TV
• Become skinny
• Quit smoking

There are the first 10 - now I just need 20 more.

Suggestions are being taken and those that don't completely freak me out will be added. Once I have 30, I will design a huge "to do" chart and my task is to complete everything listed.

Let the fun begin!!!

Pig

He who shall not be named part II

I have finally come face to face with the person I dislike most in the world. He's landed on his feet, good, I can get my money back finally.

I will never again in my life call this person a friend, the trust is gone and I have never given my hand in friendship lightly and certainly don't appreciate having it bitten off.

So I think HE can continue to pay back what he owes (if that is his intention - remember the trust is gone) and then he can fuck off into the oblivion of crappy friendships I have had. Let him find other people to socialise with cause the only time I want to see him is if he is putting money in my hand.

And if my buddy lexxicon defends the guy one more fucking time I will become a crazed looney as I am sick and tired of feeling like the bad guy!

Viking madness

Last night was my good friend Liexxicon's birthday Viking bash. It was a rip roaring evening where I actually came out of my shell briefly to meet a new person (I really should do more of this). The highlight of t he evening was most definately THE PIG that had spent most of the party leisurely rotating over hot coals. Once the announcement was made that the pig was ready everybody dived in with knives in hand to cut the flesh from the carcass and eat it.

As far as food goes at parties (and I have been known to put on a good spread) Lexx has blown every other party out of the water with his Pig on a Spit.

A definate crowd pleaser and should be considered for all parties.

***** (five stars!)