Sticky Beak
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The Skinny
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...life in small Northern towns, working for assholes, boys who refuse to become men, synthetic personalities, anorexic models and their link to emotional scarring, bad marijuana trips, crazies on BC Transit, beer, piece of shit cars, living out of a suitcase paycheck to paycheck, unrequited love, Seinfeld, minimum-wage jobs, broken New Year�s resolutions, and over-limit Visa accounts.
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Rugby, Aussie Pies, and Vegemite Greetings, Greetings, GREETINGS my pretties!!! :) Many, copious apologies for not writing sooner... been busy what with all the frolicking and lovin' and whatnot goin' on over here in Aussie land. Things could not be better... the only negative thing I have to say about this experience, meeting Damo and being here in Aus with him is that it will eventually have to end. That concept terrifies me, but I'm doing my best to push it as far out of my mind as possible... ...live in the now, Holly, live in the now... At any rate, we've taken it pretty slow these last couple days and stayed fairly close to home... Met Mother Ashcroft (M.A.), very sweet lady... a mother through and through. Very kind to me - gave me a hug on our first meeting... I'm sure we're gonna get along just fine. What else...? Uh, well, Damian's a fabulous cooker (obviously, I guess)... I've definitely hit the jackpot, boys and girls... definitely. Even if he does eat Vegemite... Nasty. He's also introduced me to Rugby and a tasty little treat called Aussie Pies; nummy little 'pot pies'. ...mmmmmm...nummy. Oz is an interesting place - lots of interesting people and things going on... Been to see some Shee-Shee-Poo-Poo places here in the Gold Coast, saw some pretty swanky places, beautiful scenery, and of course a Mall. Sorry, "Shopping Centre"... And the accent of course is hysterical, the phrases are just as great --- sometimes feels like they're speaking a different language altogether. And the food... Jeezus H. Christ... some weird shit over here!! Like the "McOz" burger at McDick's... it's straight out of Pulp Fiction! Burger King is called "Happy Jack's", and I've actually seen a sign that reads "No Standing" which apparently translates to "Loitering" in 'CanMerican Speak', as Damian calls it. But my all time favourite sign, of which I snapped a pic was the following... This one's for all the girls back home, you crazy bitches! You know who you are!!!! :) What else have I done since I've been here? Let's see... oh, while we were in the mall, we stopped in at Buckys to grind the last of my freebie coffee that I brought over for Damian. The kid behind the counter was estatic to meet a fellow Buckaneer from across the pond, and eager to learn all he could about 'BuckCulture' in "America". Hysterical. The Bucky 'be all, end all' mentality stretches around the globe... I'm also happy to report that the Iced Grande Triple Hazelnut Non-Fat Lattes are just as tasty here in Oz as they are back home... even if they don't have the sugar-free Hazelnut syrup! :) Thank you to everyone back home who's called, left messages, sent (neurotic) emails and called my family asking after me...(STALKER!)... But don't worry, I'm fine. Everything's working out better than I could have imagined and I'm happier than I've ever been in my life. I'll get to the blog as frequently as possible, but since Damo pirates wireless signals (Gasp!IMAGINE THE GALL!), it's a bit dodgy as to whether or not I'm gonna be able to log on from one day to another. I'll do my best to stay in touch and keep you all up to speed, though. Miss you and love you all... Signed, |