tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243766692011-04-28T15:28:11.258+10:00<i>"There's still the weirdness of a wad of compressed chemical-laden cotton up your vag..." <br><b><a href="http://nailpolishblues.blogspot.com">- Nailpolishblues</a></b></i>Miss Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519932256487007108noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24376669.post-1148214783511257152006-05-21T22:32:00.000+10:002006-05-21T22:33:03.523+10:00

PING PONG JUBILEE!

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- Scrawled v1n4 is now online! Give the banner a click, check it out, let us know if there are any errors via email.- The new Gomez album, How We Operate, is magnificent. Buy it. - The new self-titled Pearl Jam album is out. It, too, is magnificent. Buy it. Even you, Tone.- I've got a new online photo album, which I'll be adding to as time goes on. So far, it's only photos from a "Hollywood

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...with my 3yo daughter, Charli: *walks over to me holding one of my bras to her chest*Vaginamite: "Charli, what are you doing wearing one of mummy's bras?"Charli: "Hide Charli's nipples and boobies!"Vaginamite: "Pardon???"Charli: "Where's Charli's nipples and boobies?"LOL, what the hell! I sure as shit didn't teach her to say 'nipples' or 'boobies', but away from my initial curiosity for who

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It's 3.30am. I am wide awake, and annoyed. Yesterday, while working the cuh-razy ANZAC Day shift at work, I accidentally fell into news.com.au to check out what was going on in the world.Quite possibly the worst online source for news tidbits (save for The Other Side, which is mostly hilaree), I found an interesting article on the 10 newly discovered child "typologies", which include some

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Attention: People who go out and go hard each and every weekend.Message: How the fuck do you do it?! Seriously.My social schedule for the last few weeks has been so hectic. The right side of my brain is throbbing so hard, I think I might have a stress-induced aneurism within the next half hour.Friday, 14th April: Hats' workmate's welcome back party (he was onsite in Fiji), 8pm-4am.Saturday, 15th

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So with the recent turn of events in my life, the possiblity of living in London for two years has now been put on the table. I've spoken with Jerkface about it, and we both agree that it would be better to do this now -- while Charli's still quite young -- rather than later, when she is settled in primary and secondary school. An exciting and terrifying prospect, I've got a lot of research

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Easter can kiss my arse, honestly. I'm scheduled to work on Friday through Monday on such obscure shifts, it's ridiculous.Sometimes, I wish I was Godcore, since being a single-freakin' mother who's trying to distance herself from her ex-in-laws and reclaim a bit of independence and some private time doesn't mean shit to my boss. Actually, I doubt the boss would care if I were Godcore... I don't

Miss Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519932256487007108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24376669.post-1144818534969865922006-04-12T15:01:00.000+10:002006-04-12T15:09:43.373+10:00

Do you know how many individual drafts I have saved in this blog accounts since I started it? Thirteen. Thir. Teen. Thirt. Een. 13. There's a certain sense of sensibility that kicks in when you've owned and regularly updated a blog for a few years. What was once a not-so-secret-to-people-online-but-very-secret-from-people-offline place to rant eventually -- if you're easily excitable and

Miss Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519932256487007108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24376669.post-1144393109398568202006-04-07T10:55:00.000+10:002006-04-07T18:03:47.846+10:00

Scrawled v1n4 is well under way! I've finished my interview with LA-based punk band, Time Again. I've signed on a new permanent Australian live-gig photojournalist, Muffler Photography. Things are going very well, and hopefully this month will be published with minimal glitches.Onto other great news, Misha is finally moving in this weekend -- thank Christ! Hopefully, this'll ease up a lot of

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thanks to TFD

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Thinking about becoming a SuicideGirl, subject to photoset approval, of course. I know the name is a bit disconcerting... just check out the site. There are some drop-dead gorgeous girls on there, it's a little intimidating.I sent in an application to see if I could make it past the initial "Are you what we're after?" gauntlet: check. That was my biggest problem, having quite the manic complex

Miss Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519932256487007108noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24376669.post-1143884591584980692006-04-01T20:31:00.000+11:002006-04-01T21:21:25.100+11:00

Five years ago today, at the age of 16, I was raped. I thought I'd be able to reflect on where I've been and what I've done to get to now. I thought my opinions would be resolute and profound (at least to myself), and I thought I'd be able to write about it eloquently. I thought this day would become easier to deal with as time wore on. Maybe it's too soon.So here's a repeat of last year's blog

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Once you get past the initial emo bullshit on MySpace, it can prove to be quite entertaining. There is a veritable heaving orgy of wannabes, gonna-bes, and has-beens. I'm not sure which demographic I fit into here, but for argument's sake, let's say I'm a voyeur.Actually, that doesn't work. Scrap that, start over. Fuck. The other day, I received a message from a girl I went to school with.

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Weekends at work are a lot easier now, having some staff on at the busy periods to help me when it gets a bit bogged down. Bad news is that nailpolishblues and I will no longer be working overlapping shifts, so the vag, discharge, and impotence jokes will eventually peter out... le sigh. Lucky for me, there are new staff to re-train and get acquainted with. Well, I'm not quite sure if it's lucky

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I was going to publicly marvel at the Eighth Wonder that is my new kitten's (Burger Q) testicles, but there is a more pressing matter at hand: my iTunes playlist.After about a year of hoarding every song and album I've ever loved, I realised that I accumulated a lot of shite that I'd never even heard of, and a lot of songs that remind me of the past in a bad way.Well, no more! For this morning,

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This blog has been here for a few days, and I can't come up with jack shit. It's really annoying the hell out of me, and being annoyed about the Internet is annoying me even more. It's the Internet. In - TAHRRRR - nets.I stopped blogging at BB because I thought it became too personal. It was weird going out to meet new people and have the subject of my rape broached within the first half-hour of

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I haven't stopped blogging; it's just time to leave BB alone and move onto something new...

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