I think it’s time I started an ‘I’m not really doing anything but lets prove the contrary on my blog’ blog.
Because I’m sure exciting things have happened since my last post but I can’t think of much.
I returned to my volunteering because the job search bites the lonely bone and I was turning into that hermit that sleeps on a pile of my unsorted possibly washing still smells fine clothes-mattress.
My loins burned my freeze-pak but that’s purely Melbourne’s random left-field freezing one-day / 4000 degrees the next kind of weather. Not my loins. My loins are fabulousity.
I’ve watched Season 1 of Once Upon A Time so many times that I almost lose hope of being a writer because of how spooky-awesome it is. And yet – at the same time – I’ve written possible scenarios on how best on incorporate Ursula the sea-witch, the princess and the pea and the Frog Prince.
I’ve been impressed by Amish people rum-shpringing in the UK.
I bought 2 new fish, 1 died from dropsy – buried him in the garden. Didn’t bury him deep enough and found the small package sitting atop the freshly dug earth & hid the evidence from my heartbroken mother.
And I’ve been contemplating what it would take me to become a primary teacher – with hilarious results. Still on the ‘possible’ rack though. Not definite.
And I bought a lamp.
For a dollar.
I love lamp.
On previous post updates I haven’t heard from either ‘father’ but I didn’t get my hopes up. I simply sent them both a ‘happy fathers day’ email and left it at that.
I was most recently criticized for being to aggressive when it comes to my family. I guess that’s true. It’s just the mold of ‘procrastination’ that I’m trying to break around me. Those closest to me have noticed my lack of job, outings, socializing etc.
Well remember that time that you wanted to get paid to be on Facebook all day? I found that job. It’s called ‘The Dole’.
On other news I have become a little bit of a green thumb, and one of the psycho-neighbors finally left the building. But not without leaving a wonderful shit-cake stain along the wall of one side of the building. Paint scrapers, rain and high-pressure hose got nothing on it. Man she was a psychodisgustapating minger.
Hasn’t dissuaded my chives, mint and parsley though.
I can talk to possums.
Or more accurately, sometimes at night they come near my window and do this weird, creepy whoooOOAOOAAAAAAAAA sound.
Which I can now duplicate to return the ‘freak me out’ favor.