Musings 'n Things
After my previous post trying to elicit sympathy complaining about my foot woes and taking hallucinogenic quantities of pain killers, I was fitted with a new boot, supposedly more ergonomic and less like a dead weight at the end of my leg. I also visited a remedial masseuse who diagnosed me with a SHORT LEG. As if I wasn't already deformed enough with bones in my cumbersome feet that unilaterally decide to shift and break, I also have some renegade muscle that has shortened my leg by a good inch. Fixing this entails me lying awkwardly on bits of furniture in a vaguely erotic fashion and holding the position for a few minutes. In the meantime I look something like this...
Apart from being hideously deformed, life is pretty dull at the moment. I am quietly hatching my escape plan from Bank Wank for January '10 as werk has become interminably boring and my competitive streak wants to achieve something more than financial gain. I'm scared, but I'm probably more scared of what would happen to me if I stayed in this job any longer. I have a vague direction I would like to pursue, but it appears it's very difficult to even get a foot in the door at University these days if going a non-conventional route.
I am also getting kittens with The Boyfriend- Persephone and Lucifer. Yes, substitute children we can mollycoddle and train to attack. I haven't decided what they will attack, but maybe they could start with parking officers. I got my first parking ticket on Saturday- all $84 of it sticking out of my windscreen wipers. I should argue that in my current condition I am in no way able to pay for parking and should be given special dispensation.
On top of the parking fine I also managed to get so horribly lost that I almost ended up at Sydney Airport. One wrong turn on the Harbour Bridge resulted in me being sucked into a veritable vortex of roads which eventually spat me out somewhere near the Botannical Gardens. It was the Sydney equivalent of l'Arc de Triomphe. I then had to navigate my way through the city, a terrifying experience made worse by roadworks and taxi drivers with a loose interpretation of what indicating means. I survived, but I'm not keen on replicating the experience.
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4 Days Old: Persephone is one of the two cute blue kittens in the middle. I would attach an actual photo of her, but I have conveniently locked myself out of my photobucket account. Go me!
YAY! Kittens!
One a different note, I am disappointed with Benny Andersson's new album, 'Story of The Heart'. It's not the folk I can't stand, it's the schlager with terrible poorly-translated lyrics I hate, the songs he apparently threw in to appease ABBA fans. Bizarrely, this was what got me started being contemplative about life and work and needing to pursue something creative before I die and lose my creativity. He should have just hooked up with Bjorn and Tim Rice and done a Chess The Musical Part Two. *drool*
Apart from being hideously deformed, life is pretty dull at the moment. I am quietly hatching my escape plan from Bank Wank for January '10 as werk has become interminably boring and my competitive streak wants to achieve something more than financial gain. I'm scared, but I'm probably more scared of what would happen to me if I stayed in this job any longer. I have a vague direction I would like to pursue, but it appears it's very difficult to even get a foot in the door at University these days if going a non-conventional route.
I am also getting kittens with The Boyfriend- Persephone and Lucifer. Yes, substitute children we can mollycoddle and train to attack. I haven't decided what they will attack, but maybe they could start with parking officers. I got my first parking ticket on Saturday- all $84 of it sticking out of my windscreen wipers. I should argue that in my current condition I am in no way able to pay for parking and should be given special dispensation.
On top of the parking fine I also managed to get so horribly lost that I almost ended up at Sydney Airport. One wrong turn on the Harbour Bridge resulted in me being sucked into a veritable vortex of roads which eventually spat me out somewhere near the Botannical Gardens. It was the Sydney equivalent of l'Arc de Triomphe. I then had to navigate my way through the city, a terrifying experience made worse by roadworks and taxi drivers with a loose interpretation of what indicating means. I survived, but I'm not keen on replicating the experience.
4 Days Old: Persephone is one of the two cute blue kittens in the middle. I would attach an actual photo of her, but I have conveniently locked myself out of my photobucket account. Go me!
YAY! Kittens!
One a different note, I am disappointed with Benny Andersson's new album, 'Story of The Heart'. It's not the folk I can't stand, it's the schlager with terrible poorly-translated lyrics I hate, the songs he apparently threw in to appease ABBA fans. Bizarrely, this was what got me started being contemplative about life and work and needing to pursue something creative before I die and lose my creativity. He should have just hooked up with Bjorn and Tim Rice and done a Chess The Musical Part Two. *drool*