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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Did I mention it's Winter here??? Hello, Chillins.... Yeah, I'm feckin' cool. Damian warned me that it was cold here, but I thought, "Bloody Aussies... that probably means high seventies! I'm a Canuck, for Chissakes! I have THREE layers of fat on my body! Cold.. PSHAW!" So here I am, shivering my ass off in a country 12,000 miles away from all my warm clothing. Moron. My suitcase contains all the halter tops, skirts and shorts that I could squeeze into it, along with 3 - count 'em... one, two, THREE - pairs of sandals and only a couple pairs of pants and long-sleeved shirts. Very remniscent of last year's work-trip to Toronto where I neglected to bring a jacket, since it was warm and Springtime in Vancouver... fecking minus 40 in T.O. I blame the inbreeding. Before I begin with the update, I owe a (shamefully) belated birthday shout out to my gorgeous big sister Mel... Just another wonderful day here down the rabbit hole. Damo's actually at work this morning, so I'm taking advantage of this time to get my 'errands' done... i.e. blog entry, checking/responding to email, doing a bit of work for a friend back home... We gave up on pirating wireless signals from that BITCH 'Elaine', whoever she is... and have now moved into the dinosaur era of dial up. The definition of painful. BUT! It works, so I'm not complaining... it's just taking me about 30 minutes to download one PDF for this project I'm working on for my friend Wendy, that's all.... ...patience Holly, patience... We had a FANtastic day yesterday... Damo had to work, but once he came home he scooped me up and took me to Surfer's Paradise for the day... showed me the gorgeous beach, took me to his favourite Irish Pub for a (fecking expensive) pint, walked the Chachie Strip (I wanna say Cavill Lane, but am not 100% on that...), and even took me inside the Marriott where he works for a brief tour. Fabulous day. Oh! Oh! Oh! And we found HI-CHEW!!!! There's an Asian Supermarket down Chachie Lane, and inside we found a little Japanese convenience store with Hi-Chew!!! They only had three flavours, but HALLELUJAH! One of them was Yoghurt, which just happens to be my favourite! Now the only challenge is to keep them hidden from Damo... everytime I turn my back, he's popped another one!!! :) For those of you who aren't aquainted with Hi-Chew candy, it's only the most delicious candy ever created, and one more reason that I love the Japanese (God bless the Japanese). Another highlight of Chachie Lane was... ...brilliant. Very similar to 'San Francisco' stores at home, it's your one-stop-shopping adventure for everything nasty and distasteful... or, as Damo says, "Shocking". :) Kind of a mecca for Stagettes and the like... Although there was a "FUCK I HATE MY JOB!" mug that I would have LOVED to have purchased for quite a few of the gals back home, although I suppose it might be perceived as a tad inappropriate... At any rate, kids, I still have MUCH to do and am quickly running out of time today, so must sign off now... Hope this finds you all well and happy! I miss you heaps, but am having the absolute time of my life here in Wonderland... Take Care, |