Moving Home!

Yay! Eventually, anyway. I just can't wait though.

I think we've roped Felix's friend K into coming with us to Australia, which means less of a monetary burden on us. Although it makes some things difficult (we buy a sofa- do we split it in thirds?) the pros outweigh the cons.

I've always said that I don't want to live with roomates, but K is cool. He's my babysitter when Felix doesn't want to look after his baby (when I have one).

Speaking of babies, apparently I'm doing a lot of harm to myself because I'm not on any drugs for my endometriosis. The gynecologist said that every time I get my period it's getting worse and worse, until it turns into something massive. This just pisses me off because I actually *like* having my period so that I have an excuse to have a rest. I don't care if that's sick, that's the way I likes it.

Also the drugs make me so fat and I'm just not willing to give up my body so that I can feel less like a woman.

Where the Frick am I?

I'm in Dubai, that's the frick where!

I'm sorry for not keeping my loyal peepz up to date, but I've been very very busy. Plus I've been a little afraid also. I don't want to get Felix's parents into trouble for me visiting dodgy sites, so I've just gone cold turkey.

I haven't been following anyone. Not even the tamest of tame.

Anyway, staying here has been nice. We still have a little while to go and I'm fricked. So very, very tired. Felix's mum *insists* that we get up at an *ordionary* hour. I'm sorry, WOMAN, but I WORK from FIVE THIRTY every MORNING in NZ! I think I deserve a fucking holiday!?

I'm really worked up over her. I just can't cope. This is, after all, a holiday. It's not my job to keep her entertained.

Perhaps I should suggest that she get a job, istead of bumming off her husband?

Perhaps not.

Anyway, normal schedling will apply once I get back home. Perhaps. Maybe.






No one emails me to tell me that they miss me!