I remember when my sister was single, before she met her Mr Right and renovated her dream house with him. I'd airily advise her: "you need to love yourself first, then someone will come along who loves you." OK, I now understand how freaking annoying I must have been, blathering such nonsense. I mean, yes,... Continue Reading →
The blog you’re not supposed to write
I bought skinny jeans yesterday. And it felt goooooooood. But I'm not supposed to say that, because I should love myself no matter my size. Well, guess what? I love myself even more when I'm thin. Go stick that in your pipes and smoke it fativists. Just in case you hadn't heard, fativists are the... Continue Reading →
Wonder drug
When you write a freaking blog every freaking day of your freaking life it can be a blessing and a curse. Today it's a curse. Yes, yes, I know, I could NOT blog and the world wouldn't end but I'm addicted aren't I? I get all OCD if I don't do it. And the problem... Continue Reading →
House needs a warming
Seven nights from now, a gaggle of school mums and (hopefully) dads (bloody Bledisloe Cup) will be dancing like loons to '80s music in my rather small lounge room. I've decided House needs a Warming. And a chance to thank people for the help and love they've given me over the past six months. Oh,... Continue Reading →
SUCH a bad idea
I heard about the most terrifying thing this week. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to me, given my digital employment, but it did. There's this thing called a Kik bomb, also known as a Snapchat bomb, and I reckon it's almost as dangerous as the real thing. Kik and Snapchat are communication apps... Continue Reading →
How BIG is that thing?
Since it appears I'm destined to live a life less ordinary, I had a pelvic ultrasound this week. My doctor neglected to mention it would be performed in two stages: first externally, then internally. If I'd known I'd have taken a little more care with my personal landscaping that morning. When the sonographer outlined the... Continue Reading →
Shedding my skin
Much as I mourned Robin Williams yesterday, the person I really felt sorry for was his wife. And his kids. Their lives will feel shattered into tiny, viciously painful pieces for a long, long time. But that's not something Williams was capable of processing when it felt like the bleakness within his soul would never... Continue Reading →
So THIS happened
Geez I swore a lot on Sunday night. It was a freaking disaster of epic proportions involving gross stupidity on my part. Such a pity because I'd had a brilliant day until that point. It started with sunning myself on the back steps of my friend's place, admiring his big, old mango tree and feeling... Continue Reading →
Too freaking weird
OK, my life is officially too freaking weird. I was at the airport on Saturday. No seats at my gate, as usual, so I plonked myself on the floor and unwrapped my sushi roll. Then my phone rang. I answered it and a friend said: "Did you just walk past me at Gate 55 and... Continue Reading →
Meet market
A bloke excitedly waved his phone at me the other night - he was on the RSVP mobile site. "Look!" He said. "There are 600 single women within a 25km radius of me! 600!" He seemed to regard it as some sort of fantasy candy shop. When I didn't share his excitement, he tried to... Continue Reading →
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