the end was just the beginning
There's something about being sick for 10 days that starts to get to down. The first couple of days are a bit Bugger, I feel like crap philosophical. Then you wake up on day 10, groan and think Seriously? How can I still be coughing? Sigh. So I can't say I've been a joy. But... Continue Reading →
I've become quite the connoisseur of the junk food machine at work ... it really must stop. I've tried to be "good" and just get the skinny little Lindt bars, but they're gone in a heartbeat and my sweet craving remains. Kit-Kats are far more satisfyingly with all that biscuity goodness inside them. So, since... Continue Reading →
I've done some crazy stuff in my time: dined with Kylie Minogue, nattered to a naked Alyssa Milano (oh, AND a kit-less Hugh Jackman), been hit on (kind of) by Portia De Rossi, straddled a dyke's bike in Mardi Gras, judged the Miss Nude Australia contest, spent an hour being screamed at by Anthony LaPaglia ... And... Continue Reading →
There's a new Dove ad that's gone viral. Have you seen it? It gives women two doors to walk through - one with a sign above it saying "average", the other with one that says "beautiful." Here it is ... It's supposed to send a powerful message about how women perceive themselves, but I'm not... Continue Reading →
Nothing quite brings the loneliness of a broken marriage into sharp relief like getting sick. I've been crook for the past six days in a variety of locations - work, my parents' house, restaurants, bars, cafes - and in the company of a variety of people - friends, family, in-laws, the kids ... It felt... Continue Reading →
There's no rest for the wicked ... Or virus-affected people forced to share narrow beds with their nine-year-old for three nights. Fortunately my mum gave me a sleep aid last night - unlike the previous evening - after establishing I hadn't been drinking (much). So me and my tortured throat escaped to the land of... Continue Reading →
I had lunch with three high school friends yesterday - Megan, Megz and Katherine. As we munched bruschetta we figured out we hadn't been in the same room since year 9. Together with another friend, Estelle - who I sadly lost touch with about a decade ago - we were the odd bod gang at... Continue Reading →
My mum handed me a bank passbook yesterday. A family friend had opened the account when the eldest was born and put $100 in it. The idea was that I'd add to the $100 over the years and pay for the eldest's university education or something. That didn't happen. So, 11 years later, we liberated... Continue Reading →
Everything hurts: my head, my neck, my throat, my shoulders, my back, my hips, my wrists ... I've caught some low-level lurgy. Blah. You know how you just want to curl up in your bed when you're sick? Well, I can't, because I'm staying at my parents' place and sharing a double bed with my snoring,... Continue Reading →
I'm lost for words. No, that's not right. I have plenty of words (as you will note when you scroll down the page and wince). I'm rarely lost for them. It's inspiration I'm lacking ... Normally I'm energised by writing, but I think I'm at one of those mini turning points where you don't know... Continue Reading →
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