But ... but ....

You know, a week or so ago, it was getting warmer - I swear it was and then this week it got a bit colder again - wtf is going on up there ???? Who's in charge??? I demand an explanation!

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I hate meetings.

That’s a bit of a blanket statement actually so I will just clarify - meetings where people are enthusiastic, pro-active and prepared to solve some problems are cool. I like meetings where issues are dealt with and problems are resolved or are at least 'moving forward' *rolls eyes* to being resolved...

If we can do that while I eat Krispy Kremes or chocolate fudge cake (ooh – or those little mini triple choc muffins!!) then I'm even more enthusiastic if such a thing is possible.

What I hate is when people arrange meetings and then spend the whole time waffling on about crap, where they raise an issue and then make no attempt to discover what caused it or what will fix it or prevent it from happening again. How fucking hard is it to work out a process you morons? And d'you think that maybe, juuuuuuuust maybe, if you worked out a process and then followed it (OMG!!) it might not happen again??

Never gonna happen.

*Sigh* I work with idiots.

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One of my co-workers pointed out a couple of weeks ago now (I guess) that whenever I eat banana's, I only ever eat 3/4 of it. I never noticed it before but she was right - every morning when I have my banana for breakfast, I eat 3/4's of it and then throw the rest in the bin - even if I am still hungry.

I have been trying not to do this ever since she mentioned it and I can't - I just can't do it.

Enough with the banana jokes already.

Buncha perverts.

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I was talking to C last night and how bedrooms are sanctuaries (or they should be) and then somehow the topic of sex came up and she pointed out to me that I have only ever allowed one of my ex's into my bed - ever since Psycho Boy, not one of my partners has made it through my bedroom door. When I was living at home, I slept with them in the spare bedroom (on the rare occasions they came back to mine) and when I moved out of home, I only ever went back to theirs. They sometimes got through the front door of mine, but they never ever got to even see my bedroom, let alone try out the bed.

Interesting.

(And yes, I’ve replaced the bed I shared with PB – I didn’t want any reminders at all thanks very much)

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I despise being a passenger in a car. Partly because I am so used to driving (and I enjoy it) but also it’s the lack of control thing. I am the worst backseat driver in the world and even if I manage not to actually say anything (which is almost physically painful for me), my ‘tch’s’ of annoyance and sighs of impatience are normally very eloquent.

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I am totally in love with a Cacharel dress – as soon as I find a pic of it online I will post it for you, I saw it in a mag and I can’t stop thinking about it.

I’m in love.

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Someone just gave me a Tim Tam.

I know it’s un-Australian but I just don’t like them.

I will take your arm off for a packet of Arnotts Mint Slice (or when they were doing the strawberry ones I would have killed you for them!!! They were soooooooo good) but I just can’t get into Tim Tams.

My sister and father love that – it means more for them.

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Now that its not too long until I come home, I can start eating all the Aussie food that I had my sister send over to me (I was rationing it before so I wouldn’t run out – as you do).

Last night I had Cheezels, Fruit Tingles (the lollies, not the drink) and a White Knight peppermint bar.

I still have just enough red cordial left to make one more drink before I come home – I’m saving that for a special occasion.

Yes, I know that’s sad.

Shuddup.

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I am planning a quiet weekend this weekend – just me and my books on the Borgia’s

And of course my Cheezels, Redskins, Cherry Ripes et al.

I hope you all have a great weekend too.

Hugs