we're so pretty oh so pretty vacant
Yo. I was just having a dance in the shower, and having a lot of thoughts, which I thought I'd share with whoever reads this!
-If you're trying to keep the cats out of the computer room, putting a speaker in the middle of the doorframe and loudly playing punk music is a good way to go.
-I wonder how many Irish-Americans know any of the Celtic languages? I mean, cheers to the Dropkick Murphys for making me feel vaguely Irish and want to drink Guinness instead of having lunch (as it is liquid bread), but to the rest of you 'American-Irish': having a great-aunt who married someone called Seamus does not make you very Irish. We reckon my Gran is of Irish parentage (she doesn't know who her parents are but her maiden name is O'Sullivan - yes.) but I don't go around calling myself Irish-Australian. Or German-Australian. I'd have to be German-Anglo-Irish-Australian. I think it's pretty neat that my Wendish ancestors escaped persecution in the 1840s and came to Adelaide and founded a crappy town full of rocks (when they could've had free Barossa Valley turf) and invented a plow to get said rocks out of the dirt. But I was born here, so I'm Australian! I learned German, love smallgoods, adore Irish accents and think English people are amusing - but I'm Australian-Australian! You are where you are born! /end rant.
-If I had a leotard-worthy body I think I'd go as the chick from Flashdance for Halloween. I know it's nowhere near Halloween, but it'd be grouse. I'd curl my hair, boof it up, wear the leotard and some legwarmers and a welding mask. HOT.
-I got April Fools'd by my friend Verity who claimed she was having a third child. I am going to suggest that next year she tell people that she and her husband are considering polyamory.
-I am disturbed by my boyfriend's attraction to Miranda Kerr. I hate that 'woman'. Ever since she won a national modelling competition at AGE 13, she has bothered me. She looks the same now as she did then! She pretty much encapsulates the freakish concept of 'beauty' that seems to originate in Australia. She looks like an alien! I think I'll hire a model-slash-assassin to take down Gemma Ward and Ms Kerr, whale harpoon style. Make for an interesting catwalk show, no? Hehheheh.
-And don't tell your son he's not a 'Single Lady'.
-I got angry with an ex once. I was babysitting a 4 year old, Marcus, who had a very special rainbow fairy costume. His friend Stella had a matching one. They liked to play fairies together. I thought that was cool. I asked ex-boyfriend if he'd have a problem with a son of his dressing up as a fairy. I got angry at the response. It reminds me of how I used to play with the boy next door, Trent. When I was three, we played 'Astro Boy'. I was always the little sister Uran who needed to be rescued, and one day he got sick of rescuing me and said he wanted to be Uran. I said 'YOU CAN'T! You're a boy.'
Boo me.
-I get to find out the results of the nuclear bone scan today. Hopefully the ensuing therapy won't be invasive or expensive. Ha!
-If you're trying to keep the cats out of the computer room, putting a speaker in the middle of the doorframe and loudly playing punk music is a good way to go.
-I wonder how many Irish-Americans know any of the Celtic languages? I mean, cheers to the Dropkick Murphys for making me feel vaguely Irish and want to drink Guinness instead of having lunch (as it is liquid bread), but to the rest of you 'American-Irish': having a great-aunt who married someone called Seamus does not make you very Irish. We reckon my Gran is of Irish parentage (she doesn't know who her parents are but her maiden name is O'Sullivan - yes.) but I don't go around calling myself Irish-Australian. Or German-Australian. I'd have to be German-Anglo-Irish-Australian. I think it's pretty neat that my Wendish ancestors escaped persecution in the 1840s and came to Adelaide and founded a crappy town full of rocks (when they could've had free Barossa Valley turf) and invented a plow to get said rocks out of the dirt. But I was born here, so I'm Australian! I learned German, love smallgoods, adore Irish accents and think English people are amusing - but I'm Australian-Australian! You are where you are born! /end rant.
-If I had a leotard-worthy body I think I'd go as the chick from Flashdance for Halloween. I know it's nowhere near Halloween, but it'd be grouse. I'd curl my hair, boof it up, wear the leotard and some legwarmers and a welding mask. HOT.
-I got April Fools'd by my friend Verity who claimed she was having a third child. I am going to suggest that next year she tell people that she and her husband are considering polyamory.
-I am disturbed by my boyfriend's attraction to Miranda Kerr. I hate that 'woman'. Ever since she won a national modelling competition at AGE 13, she has bothered me. She looks the same now as she did then! She pretty much encapsulates the freakish concept of 'beauty' that seems to originate in Australia. She looks like an alien! I think I'll hire a model-slash-assassin to take down Gemma Ward and Ms Kerr, whale harpoon style. Make for an interesting catwalk show, no? Hehheheh.
-And don't tell your son he's not a 'Single Lady'.
Click to view-I got angry with an ex once. I was babysitting a 4 year old, Marcus, who had a very special rainbow fairy costume. His friend Stella had a matching one. They liked to play fairies together. I thought that was cool. I asked ex-boyfriend if he'd have a problem with a son of his dressing up as a fairy. I got angry at the response. It reminds me of how I used to play with the boy next door, Trent. When I was three, we played 'Astro Boy'. I was always the little sister Uran who needed to be rescued, and one day he got sick of rescuing me and said he wanted to be Uran. I said 'YOU CAN'T! You're a boy.'
Boo me.
-I get to find out the results of the nuclear bone scan today. Hopefully the ensuing therapy won't be invasive or expensive. Ha!