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| 2006-08-31 03:09:29 |
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 bindy |
well desperate times call for desperate measures. I worked very late today (as you can see it nearly 3a.m.) and I was gagging for a glass of red or an icy cold beer. Imagine my horror when I could not find the wine cask upon my arrival home. I hastily searched everywhere including under bed, hey! This is me we are talking about. No alc-mi-hol. Cursing myself for not drinking spirits I removed them all from the liquor cabinet in search of a secret bottle of red. Hell I even contemplated grabbing one of the beers of the front lawn that has been sitting in the North QLD sun for 2 weeks and adding ice. Back to the liquor cabinet and there in the back a very very dusty bottle of port. Hmmm reminds me of my childhood...sorry dad how was I to know it was 50 years old I was only 10??? Anywho, I cracked this bottle and if anyone knows my wine glasses they are buckets. So I poured myself a bucket and here i sit determined to finish it.
QUESTION - Exactly how much and often do I have to drink to be classified as a an alcoholic?
Had a big spac at work. The older I get the less likely I am to suffer fools. Especially when the morons in question out age me by twenty years.  My god we work in a department store IT JUST AIN'T THAT HARD. I hate two face people. Say it to my face it 's not that hard. Problem is they got in trouble, I wasn't there so I was a good one to blame. To bad I walked in and heard. How quick they ran when I enquired what they meant. Oops the lies caught up with them. Surely they realise I document everything as per company policy so BITE ME. All as I can say it is enough to turn a pacifist violent. I tell you sometimes it hard to be perfect  He he, jokes! (I am not really joking Jaz, you know I am perfect and thou shall respect my authoritah!)
News on my black tongue. Sorry mum, apparently I am slightly under nourished and apparently only eating when someone cooks for you is not a good idea. The eat every three day thing is resulting in my tongue going black. Some circles, yes you doc, have implied that perhaps I should change my evil ways and become healthy. NOWAY, the black tongue is a cool look and I can tell people it is my new tat. They wig out, its great.
A quarter of a bucket to go...what else!!!
Flatmate stix is off home next week so she is lending me her car. So I will pop into the mechanics and make enquires about my car, Frank. For those not in the know my car is called frank because it is a sonata. I have promised Frank I will treat him so well when he is well again. poor car. Ooh well i have saved on fuel walking to work. But realistically walking along the main road at 1 a.m. probably is not good especially as I have my ipod on and can't here those lurking mean people.
I am supposed to go camping again this weekend but as punishment to myself I am not going. Frank must be fixed and I must sort out those boring details of life like buying houses, paying bills, budgeting...ahhh I hate that word! It is my attempt at being responsible. Must hide playstation and not buy beer....hmm have car, have bottle shop. Darn it!!!
Bloody port, sip, sip, sip...good job I can talk under wet cement with a mouthful of marbles hey?
If anybody has read anyone else's journals you will notice that most on the Goodies Rule site seem to love Tim and Graeme. WHAT ABOUT BILL. My god every boyfriend I have had has shared some semblance of Mr oddie. I find myself having to limit my Goodies watching because I lament to much that I was born in the wrong era and Bill is just to...unattainable. Not fair. I mean Tim and Graeme are great, smart and funny but Bill is just so darn hot. Hot and funny with that hint of vulnerability. Darn it I need a cold shower!!!
The godson is coming over tomorrow so I should get some rest. I liked it better when he couldn't walk. Darn my bestie for having a child. Life was so much easier b4 he came along. Ok so he is a fantastic, beautiful child and I would die if I couldn't see him every day but that's not the point. We are too young to be having kids. And the entire process of birthing is just NOT RIGHT. We are modern society there should be a less painful way. Pregnancy is overrated. and breastfeeding, hey call me daisy. Sorry mum, I just don't think it is me. I'll adopt an 18 year old if it makes you happy. Or I'll move next door to you and I'll look after it when it is being cute. Hmm, children.
Ok, Port is finished. Night y'all.
Bels
Mood - Jovial
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