Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Rant with me

After some recent protest that this blog was turning into something that very closely resembled a big fat advertisement, I've decided to tone down on the consumerism. I got the debit card stuff out of my system and I'm ready to start acting normally again. By normally I of course mean abnormally and by abnormally I mean ranty and ravey.

Rant A: section 0001:

High Maintenance and whether this is true about me and whether it's even really a bad thing if it were true, which it is almost certainly not.

Some rather obnoxious people in the past have informed me that I was a "high maintenance" girlfriend. Funnily enough these people weren't even in a relationship with me at the time. Anyway, they seemed pretty confident about this even after I proceeded to throw something very large and very heavy in their direction.

And just like how domestic/sexual abuse is passed on, I of course teased a friend of mine about being high maintenance just recently. However I soon realised that I was probably the high maintenance one to begin with.

I don't really think being high maintenance is a bad thing anyway, its often just a label inadequate guys like to use for girlfriends who get angry with them when they take her to the pub with six of their mates for Valentines day or throw up on her bed or shave her canary or something.

Is it such a bad thing if I get upset if someone doesn't text me back within a couple of hours? Ye Olde tells me my angry response is way out of line.
But sometimes it pisses me off when I send a 62 character, friendly text with lots "how are you's?" and "miss you's" and "(insert relevant witty comment)'s" and all I get back 3 hours later is something like,

'Busy car shop later talk'

No punctuation, no grammar, no detail = no sense.
The term 'instant message' should be rephrased to 'snail mail/I'm a big fat lazy arse with a communication disorder message'.

Rant A: section 002:

It isn't unreasonable to become annoyed when people are late and you're waiting somewhere really cold and murdery.

Lateness sucks. I hate having to wait for late people and I hate being one because I get stressed and anxious and guilty. Lateness should be avoided at all costs. One way I help to overcome a serial tardy-loser's habits is by giving an earlier time to arrive. Thats right, just lie to them. 15 minutes, 30 minutes even an hour earlier if you like. That way, if they get there too early you can be late for them. HA HA! How's it feel now sucker?!

It isn't unheard of to feel cheated when "going out for dinner" turns into Maccas or KFC.
What makes guys think that the harsh fluorescent light, the screaming kids and the smell of disinfectant in Maccas, KFC, or Red Rooster is going to get us in the mood? Mmmm baby, your complexion looks so grey and your mouth so greasy. DO ME NOW!

Rant A: section 003:

When attended to correctly. high maintenance girlfriends are well worth it. They like being looked after but even more than that they enjoy looking after you. You'll probably always be on her mind and of course the sex will be awesome. You only get out what you put in says Nutri-grain, wise words.

I would like to finish this post with more wise words from a very wise man. This amusing phrase was said last night when he was trying to explain to Stu and I how difficult the English language can be sometimes.
I give you David!


"Sometimes I say something and then I'm like, wait that isn't a actual speak!"

Thursday, January 11, 2007

These are a few of my favourite things

Most people who know me would not endorse that I ever, ever own a credit card. For starters, I lose things all the time, everytime, anytime. And for secondersers, I get very over-excited by impulse buys, like mints at the petrol station, magazines at supermarket check outs or even worse: internet shopping.
Ahh internet shopping; so peaceful, so shiny so flashy and with just a few clicks of the mouse you've bought a houseboat and a troop of circus animals without even thinking about it. Plus you can do this all in your underwear while picking your nose and eating an entire jar of mayonnaise. They kick you out of Myer if you do that you know.

'So get back to the point Slag' I hear you say? Well, stop shaking your fist at me and calm down, my point was that people who lose things and spend money recklessly shouldn't own a credit card. However I have found the perfect solution... a visa "debt" card. Pay easily for anything and no line of credit for me to get sucked into. Fuck this blog is turning into an advertisement again. Alright forget the brand, all thats important is that I can buy things online, overseas, on the black market whatever! Plus it has the shiny little label on the card that makes me look grown up.

There wasn't just superficial and cosmetic reasons for me getting the card, I used my trip to Bali as a perfectly good excuse. You really need one if you're going overseas and all you have is a debit card. Besides Lucy got one dammit, I want one too!


Now apart from being responsible and using my new card to pay bills and get cash out in Bali, I might just dabble some more in the wonderful world of internet shopping...


Vampire teeth necklace in silver or gold from New York, awesome. If you want it push here

Ice cube trays that make diamond ice? Entirely necessary! Lick this

Cold hands warm heart. With a name like that I want to buy a dozen little penguin broaches. Go here if you also have this problem. Mmmm same designer but shinier!


Cute AND nerdy! Just like my taste in men. If you would like usb thingy in a monster then paw at thisAnd when I talked of a super race of atomic milk carton monsters they laughed and threw twisties in my eyes... Seek revenge for me now
An offensive t-shirt, it's a wardrobe stable. Do you have yours? Didn't think so
Well that brings me to the end of my disgusting consumerist orgy. Thankyou and good night.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Happy New Year

Welcoming in 2007 proved to be very enjoyable last week at Deanapalooza and then The Espy the next day. For photos see the album on imagestation.