Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Failed Again

I failed another test yesterday, the earthquake kit check. The firm issues all staff with a small civil defence pack but we are expected to add to it with other items such as shoes and clothes. In light of the 4 September quake there has been much emphasis put on ensuring everyone has a full kit.

We had a surprise check yesterday and when asked where my kit was I found that "on the bedroom floor so I can trip over it" was not the correct answer. Whimper. It will be in the office tomorrow. I will most definitely get a chocolate fish on the next lightening raid.

Today I've been a failure on other levels as well. I blame it on a touch of the child's sudden onset short duration glandular fever, plus the fact that there is a new boy learning the print room and he is doused in a smell that evokes thoughts still too fresh. I'm a pathetic sensitive soul with olfactory memory, so may tell his manager that particular fragrance is banned on my floor.

As penance for being so wimpish I did 45 minutes cardio on the most hated equipment, rower and bike with sprints on both, and in one of those karmic moments the following tune came up on shuffle.

I am looking forward to tomorrow. I'm going to the suburbs to look at a particular item of furniture. I will take my earthquake kit with me in case I can't find my trail of crumbs. I'm sure it's going to take me most of the day to do this task.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Not Fair!

Bloody Aucklanders get everything. I've just found out about the show below, and not just one show, but two. So Not Fair!! Why can't they share. My Mummy taught me it was good to share. Of course it is way too late for me to get there for it, plus I have 'other plans' for this weekend.

Not only does it feature members of Joy Division (and in Finn tradition an offspring as well), and they play the album sequentially, but also one of the support acts is my old mate Harry. Harry the Bastard of the Club H releases, aka Harry Ratbag from Rip it Up when it a freebie way back in the 80's, aka Harry Russell one of my partners in crime at the Six Month Club. Ugh, brief break for a drift down memory lane....

A Certain Bar, my that was so long ago. Anyone out there remember it and the blue pool tables? The Six Month Club was the bizz. I was the coat check girl, my bestest job EVAH. Danced my arse off, made a fortune, only drank French bubbles. The Brat wasn't quite so lucrative for fun or coat checking loot due to layout, but stuck it for a few weeks before I went off and explored the world on my coat money.

So, not only does Auckland get the only Adam show, but now the uber cool Unknown Pleasures one as well. I am moving to advanced sulk mode.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Deja vu

A few weeks ago I rewatched the movie L A Story, a Steve Martin movie where the lead character got his life advice from a talking freeway billboard. I had an l.a.story moment today. I ran round the  bays clockwise, and when I got to the edge of Greta Point the speed control sign flashed at me, à la l.a.story. It said 10k. I waved, said thanks and carried on running laughing. It was only talking to me, yes?

Thursday, September 23, 2010


Today's theme tune comes to you from the letter S and that big yellow thing that has been in the sky all day.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Lust for Life

While doing my workout this evening this tune came up on shuffle. I tried to dance but I was face down on a bench doing flys. I did try. I've got the hook stuck in my brain and am going to make it my motto for the week.

I think I may even put it on to my runlist, and that would make it the first new entry on that list for over six months. I'm picking it will need to go around the 7k mark.

Also, please tell me that callouses are sexy.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Need a Pimp

I know I've been bleating on about this dating thing but I think I've figured a new solution. As I've said here and over on the Gaynz post, the lesbian dating sites are just way too scary for me. NZAlien and her roomie are perservering, but as they are US based they have a much larger pool to paddle in.

Today I've come up with a whole new solution and that is; I need a pimp. I haven't quite figured out how it would work, but it sounds like a bloody good idea. I guess I could get the pimp to scout out possibles based on the criteria referred to in the dating post, or maybe someone who is already a dating site veteran could trawl the profiles for me. So, if anyone is interested in pimping for me, you know the drill. Just comment.

Of course as I've been pondering pimping the perfect tune came to mind, but sadly the only clip I can find has some awful visuals, apt, but awful. So close your eyes and just listen to this one.

On a completely different note - Little Drummer Boy, Creepy Twitchy Guy was at the gym again tonight and I only had wheelchair boy (swoon) and the Bieber wannabes to protect me until the big boys arrived. Make him Go Away!

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Random Shite

Well I failed the blood test, second one in a row, so it appears I have to change my diet as the fresh fruit and vegetable low fat diet with lean protein and whole grains just isn't working. Kinda sucks when I sit and watch Hairy Boy Shagger eating all the biscuits, fried food, and other crap constantly without exercising, and her cholesterol is perfect. Have to re do the test again in three months. I'm predicitng no change in the number and figure that is just my baseline number.

I'm about to go and have my first run in over ten days, once my lunch settles. I fear it's not going to be fun, but one must. I'm hoping  that while I'm sweating it out that I will be able to figure out how I am going to seat ten at table tonight, as I only have eight chairs. I'm also hoping I will figure out the cooking thing.

I had very funny time out last night with the Russian and Ms Gotlucky. I'm in an andro phase at the moment so went out dressed as such, and spent the evening on a sofa in a bar flanked by two divine specimans of uber femme. Ms Gotlucky had a fluffy outer layer on that one could pat and snuggle into. The Russian reminded me of a drum majorette. I could see that every male in the bar was jealous of me.

Oh bliss, have got home from coffee loading to find that number one daughter has done all the dishes, and she doesn't even live here. Yay

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Fading Fast

I have to have one of those fasting level blood tests tomorrow morning which means nothing but water for 12 hours prior. I'm two hours in and fading fast. My own personal motto is never let two hours go by without eating, and I've got over ten left to go.

I don't know how I'm going to cope in the morning, as those who know me well know that the time gap between the alarm going off and porridge ingestion is as minimal as possible. It can be done in under three minutes. Even the thought of a wee sleep in isn't compensating for the lack of porridge on waking. Whimper.

On a completely unrelated note I've been looking at lesbian internet dating sites and posted on it over here. I do think I should make some effort at this dating thing, but fuk me, those websites are scary. That's one idea I don't think I'll be investigating further.

I was also going to ramble on about the latest development in the continuing communication with the IRD over the shocking tax bill, but their latest level of incompetency really deserves a post of it's own.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Apartment Etiquette

As I am new to apartment living I have a question on apartment etiquette.

The mail boxes are all located in the ground floor internal lobby, and keeping in mind that this is an old hospital and some areas are still reminiscent of the building's past life, my question is - can one wear their favourite big fluffy and slippers to go check the mail or should one don proper clothes for doing this task?

Monday, September 6, 2010

Movie Review

Over the last couple of weeks while I've been busy trying to get the bandaids to adhere firmly to the piece of my heart that has been chipped, I realised that I have been neglecting my blogging duties over at Gaynz. As I've been feeling extremely brain dead I asked the editor to suggest some topics, and one suggestion was to review some lesbian movies.

I duly wrote a post, but after reading it I think it's better suited for here. So here you are, a review of every lesbian movie I have ever seen.

If These Walls Could Talk 2
Interesting concept, first story very sad though still meaningful even in todays society. The last story a total waste of energy and removed any traces of hotness Ellen Degeneres may ever have had. Second story had Chloe Sevigny as a hot butch.

And Then Came Lola
Quirky offbeat movie with great shots of San Francisco. Never having seen the original that the title references, I have no idea if the story is in any way similar or not. Hot butch character the Italian Stallion played by Cathy DeBuono

Better Than Chocolate
Another quirky offbeat movie in the fashion of Desperately Seeking Susan, my favourite genre. Canadian apparently. Has hot andro butch character called Kim.

This movie is quite old and it appeared at one point that I was the only lesbian on the planet who had never seen it. This was rectified about a year ago. Great movie in the style of Guy Ritchie and Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. Has uber hot butch character Corky. Swoon

That is it. Sometimes I fail terribly at being a lesbian.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Retail Therapy

...is far better than chocolate at helping ease a girls heartache.....

I will still of course indulge in lashings of chocolate tonight as well, as it's compulsary while watching the deeply trashy NZ Top Model.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Life Sucks Sometimes

Why is it that what was the sweetest thing in your life can suddenly become the most painful?

The End.
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