Sadly, it looks like there's going to be less of this type of mincing...

And more of this type of mincing, for me...


Dot, if you can cram your foot into that shoe... well, you're a better woman than me.


Arrrgghhhhhh!

Back whe i first met Dot, and we were all wishing we looked like this...


And we were hanging around the shops after school, thinking that this look was fairly cool (unaware at the time, of course, that the scrunchie was what really made this who scenario all that...)



Before we'd head off home to the meal our mothers had cooked for us, and slam doors and fight with out fathers. And we'd put on this sulky face...




...

OK FINE!

You smart-arse internet barsts.

We didn't look like any of that...

We looked like THIS!



We were a picture of everything a parent would want in a child. A no smart-mouth, good kid who didn't her homework (on time) and didn't fraternise with boys.

Humph.

ANYWAY... the point to this story. WHEN I FIRST MET DOT, the one thing that set her apart from the crowd... was the fact that she had a bright RED door.


...no, not like that.

A bright red bedroom door (with a giant picture of Jarvis Cocker on the back)... which i thought was pretty damn cool. You see, i lived in a cream house. (It was lovely.)

So i was walking past Dot's parents place this evening... and well... Dot, i hope this whole married thing works out for you cause... well...

Yeah, they seem to have knocked your bedroom down (red door included) and are making it into a dining room.

And i'm thinking of going and salvaging the door, for the sake of the memories...



PS Your mum saw me though her window taking this photo so she probably thinks i'm weird now.
PPS Found a package stuffed in the mail box... as best i can tell, it seems to be shoes. Can i open package/wear shoes?

I was just browsing the 'strictly platonic' section of Craigslist/new york...

Why? Because I'd finished reading my other favourite lists: missed connections, free and rants and raves... Anyway, and I came across this posting:
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new york craigslist > brooklyn > strictly platonic

British boys, witty banter - ww4mm - 20

Reply to: pers-396138477@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-08-13, 3:44PM EDT

Hey,
We're two girls living in Brooklyn that have reached the conclusion that the one things our lives are sorely missing is the presence of precocious, sharp, youthful British boys that like to argue amongst themselves.
So, if you are between the ages of 18 and 25, upstanding but cheeky, look good in a tie, and very very British--we would love to cook you a great dinner.
In exchange, we would like to watch some heated intellectual debate and be permitted to giggle.
Please, no self-satisfied hipsters or Australians.
Okay, and also we would absolutely love it if you had some homoerotic tendancies. Not because we neccessarily want to watch you do the dirty with your debate partner, but just because a little bit of sexual frustration makes the whole world so much more fun.
Hope to hear from you soon!
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Excuse me? What? Huh? The more I think on this the more I don't understand...

What kind of cruel horrible pseudo-precocious nasty girls posted this?
What kind of people live in Brooklyn and say no to 'self-satisfied hipsters'?
Why single out only 'self-satisfied hipsters' and Australians as bad?
Yet, arguing youthful British boys as desirable?
Why would they expect Australians to answer the ad?
Considering many American's can’t tell the difference between an Australian and an English accent do they expect some smartarse Australian's will try to sneak into their free dinner?
What's wrong with Australians?
Has 'Outback Steakhouse' ruined our chances in this country?

Yo, Dot...

I've got bigger problems than the blogroll, eh. Apparently, some mysogynistic moron surfercam has been slagging me off on his blog.

Where's Kiki when you need him?



And also, i'm reluctant to delete Dave Mack and Adam from the blogroll... i know they're both all but blog-dead, but i just *sniff* love them so so much and am hoping they'll be back soonish... What do you think?

Any thoughts from those in question? Probably not, they're blog-dead.

Mars, can we please delete all the blogs in the blogroll that are no longer active? What's the etiquette for this?

Also, we really need a new name for the blog considering we are no longer housemates.

Also, have you seen the film The Break-Up? It's terrible.

Yeah. Hi.

Been staying down at my mums since Dot left. And am now in two minds about my future... in particular, my future in Cheltenham. Truth be told, the appeal of Cheltenham was always getting to live with someone i thought rather okay...

And now, i just don't know.

I really want to go over seas next year, but i don't know if that's going to happen... but if i don't go, then i really want a new job and to live closer to the city.

And i'm just not sure of a) which path to go down or b) how it's exactly going to happen.

So i'm trying to save, just to keep my options open and then my friend went and got her hair ioncially straightened. I think it cost about 300 bucks... but it looks really good, and now i want it too, so i don't have to look like a mop anymore.

Dramas.

Postcard from the Tenderloin...

View from my window...

NB: There are five homeless people sitting under the 'LA Gals' sign that I've cropped for the sake of not further objectifying people who live a harsh harsh life in the public eye.

Waaaaaah!

Dot's packing up to go to America, once and for all.


And this makes me sad.


Like this :(

Cue: *groan*

Mars is so sophistocated and professional.

Right. So this is the scenario... I've been off work sick for the last two days and i got a new boss on Monday. New boss = clueless. Me = really smart, though underpaid monkey.

Another really smart, though underpaid monkey, friend and work mate of mine, quit last week and her last day was Friday. Goddit? Fellow Underpaid Monkey was the only one who knew how to do certain functions within the team, right. And now; Clueless Boss Mars has to try to work this out.

Friday afternoon, my Fellow Underpaid Monkey was attempting to show a slightly dishevelled Mars how to do something. I wasn't overly interested... and rather pissed off that my Fellow Underpaid Monkey was not being talked into staying by the Powers That Be. Thus and therefore, i wasn't exactly uh... retaining.. the information she was trying to relay.

Try as i might, it was all too much for an exasperated Mars who in a fit of helplessness, writes 'FUCK!' on top of the report we were working off.

"Uhh... I wouldn't do that" says my Fellow Underpaid Monkey... "Someone might need to refer to that one day..."
"Aw FUCKIT!" slurs says i.

Low and behold... i'm not at work today and get an URGENT! email from Clueless Boss.

"Mars! I need to know where the reports your Fellow Underpaid Monkey used to do are! The Powers The Be want to see them!" Panic at the disco.

*groan*

Mars, why were you born so stupid?

So i have to make the call to another of my work mates...

"Uh... hey Dude..."
"Mars! Where are the reports?!"
"Yeah... they're in a pink folder on my desk... But there's just one thing..."
"..."
"I kinda wrote "FUCK!" on top of one of them"
*amused disbelief*
"I know... so can you like, scribble that out before you hand it over to the Clueless Boss?"
"You're one of a kind, Mars..."

WHY DID I DO THAT?! WHY!