What a divine day in Melbourne town. A day I would have much rathered to be spending splashing in the shallows and finding shells on the sea shore. But I am here in this sad little grey space. But thanks Brent and Dean for calling me on the way to the beach this morning. By the way, if anyone from Brent's work reads my BLOG well...he's a big, bad WAGGER!! And to think I passed on a playful afternoon with the evil englishman after a moral epiphany inspired by Brent. A hateful injustice....but probably wise. Ah...the wrestling conscience. The english bugger referred to me as little mistress today!! The cheek. So he is now known as "the wayward casanova".
I'd just like to share the words of wisdom that come from the quotations on my desk calender. Today reads: "A person buying ordinary products in a supermarket is in touch with his deepest emotions". - JOHN KENNETH GALBRAITH. Well thanks for that John. I must say that when I was grocery shopping last night, aside from staring blankly at the avocados for about 5 mins due to lack of sleep...I didn't feel at one with my deep emotions. Though I did feel an affinity with tired, picked over grapes.
Also after attempting to speak to real estate agent of old address to arrange turning off the electricity which is in my name and putting up with rudeness from electricity company...I am banging my head against a brick wall. WHY ARE PEOPLE SO UNHELPFUL!!!!! Was looking forward to "spag and drag" evening tonight. $10 incl bowl of spag, glass of wine and drag show!
But booked out. Dammit! Maybe the reason I don't meet normal men is because I spend a greater part of my existence in the company of my two favourite gay men or within the protective circle of my male posse. Or maybe it's safer that way! Oh well. Mr Vandermeer shut your ears for a moment.....I HATE REAL ESTATE AGENTS!!
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