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 $80. FOR A BRA!! That is the only brand that fits me. And even then the helpful lady at the shop struggled to find 3 options in my size! Damn I wish I could just pick up any old $20 bra off any old rack (no pun intended!) at any old department store…..

On the upside, I went to a dietician the other day. VERY helpful!! I’ve seen at least three in the past and they’ve all been worse than hopeless. But this girl was nice, gave so much practical advice, stuff that I can ACTUALLY follow without having to count points, or track calories, except for sticking to snacks that are under 150 calories. I’m especially happy seeing as the ones I’ve seen in the past I haven’t had to pay for, but this one was more expensive than the bra…. just goes to show, you get what you pay for!

Hope you all have a good weekend! I have a date tonight dinner and a movie, Oceans 13. Will let you know if it’s any good! 

Remember this….?

Now it’s this!

So pretty!!! And so much less wieldy than that big old one. I did love that bed, but damn it was a pain the ass!! Moldy mattress was only the last straw. Notice where the dog is?! That’s where she’s staying!! Sometimes as a bit of a treat, and only right before I was going to wash my sheets, she was allowed on the bed. Not anymore though!!! Not until the new bed/sheets/duvet cover glow wear’s off at least! I love that the new head board is as high as the old FOOTboard! It’s a little higher off the ground too. Plenty of room for the dog to get under the bed at least, she loves that. The old one is for sale on the NZ equivilent of e-Bay. And so far there’s been lots of interest. The price is quite high at the moment, but I’ll see how the auction pans out. Will lower the reserve next time if I need to.

Have a good weekend!! 

So Saturday, I get up, flatmates are out, dog is gone. Ring flatmate 1: ‘did you take the dog with you?’. No, he didn’t. So I’m out looking for the dog, asked the postman if he’d seen her. He found her later and bought her home. Meanwhile I was out looking in the other direction. Come home, no dog. Ask random guy across the street if he’s seen a dog. Yep, he has, I went in the gate, she came out the hole in the fence and went down the street at the same time. So I chase her down the street and catch her again. Cover hole with rocks.

Later on, dog was hanging around kitchen then went outside, 5 minutes later some random (and totally hot!) guy brings her home.

Flatmate 1 covers hole with GIANT rock. Sunday morning I get a phone call from flatmate 2. "the dog’s round the corner, can you go pick her up?"

She’d MOVED the great big effing rock backwards and got out again. How the heck did she move that rock? and backwards?!

Flatmate and neighbour fix fence good and proper so she can’t crawl under it.

This morning, get up, shower, open laundry door for stain remover. No dog. This time flatmate 2 was home, so I got her out of bed to help me look. I have to admit taking small pleasure in that, seeing I was the one who had to get her the other 4 times! Seeing as she couldn’t go under the fence anymore, she decided just to go straight through it!! Have NO idea how she managed to break the wire/mesh stuff in probably less than half an hour, but she must have just pushed and pushed and pushed until she could get through.

So that’s been my last three mornings! Now she is shut inside, so don’t have to worry about it tomoro morning.

I have had the worst PMS EVER this past week. I don’t normally suffer, bar the usual two day chocolate binge. But I was late. Not in a ‘I need to be worried’ kinda way though!! But that extra week or so REALLY screwed me up! I was so ANGRY at EVERYONE. Could not stop eating. You don’t even wanna know what I managed to eat. Was rude to the boy on Saturday night, wouldn’t let him touch me. Could not figure out what was wrong with me. Then it all clicked into place, an extra week of raging hormones or whatever they do at that time of the month! It was awful. Today though I’m absolutely fine, like a total release. I have chocolate in my bag and I couldn’t care less. I can’t wait for my date tomorrow night. Work was good today and I’m happy to go back tomoro. And I didn’t get angry once today! Even when I turned over my (almost) brand new mattress and found it all moldy! I think I managed to salvage it before too much damage, but I need to buy a new frame. The one I have was a complete rip off and I have flat boards across the slats, hence severe lack of airflow. Never used to be a problem in ye olde city, but the new one is damp as all hell.

Check out my new sheets though! This is why I was bed inspecting…..

Cute, yes? And even cuter with this I hope: http://www.ezibuy.co.nz/Zoomify.aspx?Style=33661t

Time for bed now!! I always forget how long these take to write….. 

*So I was wondering why no one was commenting? I must have pressed save instead of publish, oops!!*

In and out, 45 days, 23 days, 45 days…..and I thought I was indecisive!! make up your mind!! Even I can’t help but comment, and I couldn’t really give a crap about any of these things normally.

On a more serious note…. what do you tell a friend who just found out that her parents 20+ year marriage is a sham and her Dad is gay and both her parents knew this BEFORE they got married? They are splitting up now. Talk about a double blow! Just separating is bad enough, without finding out they were lying for all that time!

I’m no good at all this type of friend stuff. My parents are still in sweet sickly love, pretty sure no one in my family is gay, and if they were I wouldn’t have had to wait 20 years to find out. And it’s not going to be my Dad. No one all that close to me has died. No other major life events have occurred, I have led an overly sheltered life. Which is great. Cept for that when it happens to someone else, I have NO idea what to do or say!!

On a side note…. the boy’s flatmate’s gf told him ‘you better get used to it!‘ as I took advantage of his lap as a resting place for my legs last night. Really not ready for such comments! He better get used to nothing bar the fact that I’m unpredictable. An unpredictable bitch in fact.  On the upside, all his flatmates and their gf’s are really nice and friendly!! NO ONE in this city knows how to drive a car or indicate (almost got hit 6 times in an hour yesterday, among other very annoying incidents). But once you’re inside their homes they’re all very nice apparently. It makes a change from ye olde city where driving is more predictable but my many many many flatmates were all weirdos/freaks/assholes/druggies/bitches/other miscellaneous faults.

So it was a date!! And there have been more since. So I guess you might say I’m ‘dating’ someone. Dating is not a term used in NZ. Mostly you’re with someone or you’re not (or you’re sleeping with someone). However, we have been out to dinner a couple of times and been for coffees and movies and stuff. And it’s all going well. This is a completely different start to what might become a serious relationship than the previous two bf’s, where I lived with them from day one! It will be a looooooong time before I move in with someone again!

I’m pretty anti-PDA, and touching in general, even in private, kinda gets on my nerves. I’m not a touchy feely person at all! Again, this is a NZ thing, to the point that lots of American exchange students comment on the lack of it. And also a family thing, never really grew up with it. Hugging my parents is reserved only for greetings and farewells at airports. Which my mum does badly, the whole crying thing and all… that’s another story though!

He is a touchy person, constantly holding my hand or touching my face or arm around me or whatever. NON-STOP. When you go from nothing to ALL the time, it gets pretty freaking annoying! But I will work on that, along with other things…. I’m treading very carefully, because a) I usually end up sleeping with a guy straight up and thus ruining any chance for a relationship based on anything else but sex, and b) because I end up spending so much time with someone that EVERYthing annoys the crap out of me and I end up hating them! I also need the time to "realise my feelings" (for want of a better phrase). This whole thing came totally out of left field, cos I liked the lawyer sooo much, then he was gone one minute and there was the new man!

Anyways, he is very nice, always pays for dinner or whatever, emails me at work, always asks how my day was, and if my meal was ok or my coffee good and so on. At the moment, he’s shopping for a new bed! I’m in no doubt what that is for haha. He has this tiny little single sixe bed about 5 inches off the ground. So yeah, if it goes any further, he better have a new bed! I ain’t sleeping in his bed, and he ain’t sleeping in mine either (that whole personal space thing again, I don’t generally have people over to my house, yea, i’m a little weird like that!).

He has two downfalls (that I’ve discovered!):

1. He smokes. Not much. But he is still a smoker. I can live with it for now, but I will never live with a smoker, so that may become an issue in the future. The whole ‘kissing an ashtray’ thing doesn’t bother me, I don’t mind the taste. Again, I’m a little weird like that!

2. He’s a terrible dresser! This we can work on… but not for a while, so overlooking it for now. I think the fact that I can overlook it is one of many signs that I do like him. Normally I will pick on anyones bad faults and forget about their good ones, even if the good ones far outweigh the bad ones!! But I’m working on that too, because it becomes one of my bad faults otherwise!

So, there it is, by popular demand, the story of the date… to be continued, I’m sure.