I'm Not Sorry

So there.

It's been a fair few months since I've posted, so I'll update in bullet point form.

• I've had a job for the last couple of months. I manage a catering company. It sucks giant dogs balls. Sweaty giant dogs balls. I'm getting a total of $900AUD a month. I'm quitting for:
• An apprenticeship. I've finally cracked film-making. It's very exciting, and kind of Bollywood. He's paying me more than my sweaty giant dogs balls job, so what have I got to lose?
• I've been labeled a racist for putting the words "fat" and "Indian" in a sentence together. *Sigh*. I can't even be bothered to correct the stupid dickhead.
• I'm still an illegal immigrant
• I'm dying to paint something.
• I still live with Felix's parents.
• I'm watching The Simpsons.

It's not racist if it's an observation, is it? He is a fat Indian, but I like him and we're good mates. I was only trying to explain who he was to someone. "He's the fat Indian guy, remember him?"

For fucks sakes!

Beggledorf!

Felix might be getting a job in Dubai within' the next few weeks. I try not to get my hopes up, because his dad *says* a lot of things. But it's still fun to get excited about things.

ZOMG! We could live in a little apartment in the city! Perhaps I could grow some tomatoes on the balcony... I wonder how they go in the Dubai heat? How will I go in the Dubai heat? My God, I won't be able to wear my longs anymore. I will, regardless. I never ever ever ever ever want to tan. I like the pale look. I look like a vampire.

I think I should become a gothic person. I have none of the attitudes (I guess, I don't really know any gothic people. They always seem sad) but I have the skin. When I dyed my hair dark, someone from work said it brings out my milky complexion. I love her now! Nothing is a bigger compliment than calling my skin "milky" or "pale". You may mean it as an insult, but it doesn't feel that way.

I'm a size 14 too *stress*. I can fit a size 12, and a size 10 on top. But a size 14 is comfortable. If I go to Dubai I'll only get fatter. Too hot to go outside! And usually in Dubai we eat out...

Maybe I can take up swimming though? I swam a lot in Dubai and I felt really good for it...

Yes. I will be a swimmer and I will have nice manly shoulders so that I can suck my victims blood in a tank top.

*Glee*! My goodness, I feel sorry for anyone who reads this blog. It's so... All over the place?




OH that's another thing! I'll be unemployeedd if I move to Dubai! MORE FUCKING GLEE! I hate work... So much. I can't wait to have Thomas' babies.

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!

OMG OMG OMG

Big E (Felix's dad) just called from Dubai. He wants to know if we'd like to come over.

Fuck yeah? Where's the question?

We just need to pay off Felix's credit card and off we fucking go! We'll prolly do a stop-over in Australia first up, so that I can get some summer clothes? Hells yeah.

I'm too excited to do a real update.