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.
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Thursday, March 26, 2009
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Da da da DA!
20 posts!
I'm such an experienced writer.
Next week I'm working 6 days in a row and I am just so gutted. I had a massive panic attack last night and stressed at Felix that he *needs* to get a job *so* much. It's kind of impossible for me to downsize my hours if I'm going to be supporting myself and a grown man on my own. Making fucking coffees for a living.
I already have a case of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome offset from my Glandular fever earlier in the year. My immune system is so shot. Which sucks, because my dad has diabeetus (the kind that doesn't involve being so obese that your pancreas decides to shit itself). My mum always used to freak when I got a cold or something. Apparently if my immune system goes on holidays and the diabeetus gene decides to take a shot I'm done for.
So yeah. At the moment my preferences say 40 hours max and I'm getting up to 50. I'm going to change it down to 30 hours max. Maybe 35.
I can't fucking wait for next year when I don't have to work! I wouldn't go as far as to say that I miss *school*. As in highschool. I fucking hated highschool so passionately that if it was ever my fate to go back to highschool I would mutilate every functioning part of my body in order to avoid that experience again.
But I digress. University is going to be a pool full of sexy mermaids screaming for my love and attention. I'm going to love every minute of the poverty stricken wonderfulness that is *not working for a full 12 months*.
It's not like I won't be getting any money in, I can collect the student allowance. Which I might add is less than the dole (unemployment, for all of youse foreigners). Australia is so backward. It gives less money to students studying to be professionals and therefore add a lot to society than to those who are most likely bums who have no hope in life and if they *do* manage to get a job it will be a lowly labourers job which anyone could do. Such a job will be low paid and as such the bum will pay less taxes and not build as much roads as *I* will with my movie-maker wage.
AND WE NEED ROADS GOD DAMMIT!
I'm such an experienced writer.
Next week I'm working 6 days in a row and I am just so gutted. I had a massive panic attack last night and stressed at Felix that he *needs* to get a job *so* much. It's kind of impossible for me to downsize my hours if I'm going to be supporting myself and a grown man on my own. Making fucking coffees for a living.
I already have a case of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome offset from my Glandular fever earlier in the year. My immune system is so shot. Which sucks, because my dad has diabeetus (the kind that doesn't involve being so obese that your pancreas decides to shit itself). My mum always used to freak when I got a cold or something. Apparently if my immune system goes on holidays and the diabeetus gene decides to take a shot I'm done for.
So yeah. At the moment my preferences say 40 hours max and I'm getting up to 50. I'm going to change it down to 30 hours max. Maybe 35.
I can't fucking wait for next year when I don't have to work! I wouldn't go as far as to say that I miss *school*. As in highschool. I fucking hated highschool so passionately that if it was ever my fate to go back to highschool I would mutilate every functioning part of my body in order to avoid that experience again.
But I digress. University is going to be a pool full of sexy mermaids screaming for my love and attention. I'm going to love every minute of the poverty stricken wonderfulness that is *not working for a full 12 months*.
It's not like I won't be getting any money in, I can collect the student allowance. Which I might add is less than the dole (unemployment, for all of youse foreigners). Australia is so backward. It gives less money to students studying to be professionals and therefore add a lot to society than to those who are most likely bums who have no hope in life and if they *do* manage to get a job it will be a lowly labourers job which anyone could do. Such a job will be low paid and as such the bum will pay less taxes and not build as much roads as *I* will with my movie-maker wage.
AND WE NEED ROADS GOD DAMMIT!
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