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Cleaning Out The Beehive

June 15, 2006

Disjointed post? Yes. Apropos of nothing? No

This is my 199th post on this blog. Also, A number of things have been changing in my world, and alot more are just about to. So I thought it as good a time as any to clear out my closet, draw a line in the sand etc, etc, etc. So if it doesnt flow, I dont care. If its pointless drivel, nothings new lol. So here goes:

Togo. Its a country people. Why has no one ever heard of it? Hasnt anyone ever used an atlas? sheesh.

Someone who works for a client of mine has found this blog. Im not sure what to do about that. It doesnt sit too well.

Work is going well. Im about to put in a lot more effort, and make a proper go of it. Even without any effort, it supports me, my son, my investments, and until recently an employee. That employee made a big mistake, and lost her job because of it. An unforgivable breach of confidentiality. So Im looking for someone new. Or at least I will be when I start looking. So anyone in the Sydney metro whos good with the PERSONAL side of things (as Im the wiz when it comes to business) give me a shout.

Soccer. Woo Hoo. Ill spare you the boring repetitive comments youve all heard. Let me just say, that those of you who thought i was stupid, are now starting to eat your words. Even if it is just licking your lips in anticipation atm. For those of you who dont know what i mean, a book was made at approx 800-1 on the Roos getting to the final 4. No, i dont think they will either. But at 800-1, and previous instances in the world cup of good teams choking, and long shots coming good, I put $50 on the Roos. Dont laugh. 50 bucks is nothing if you lose. its $40,000 if you win. How can I go wrong? Plus, its worth the $50 just for the anecdote!

NRL – Fucking Origin. 2 reasons. 1st, i pretty much tuned out after 2 1/2 minutes last night with it being obvious who would win. 2nd, it leaves us fucked for the comp, with so much of our pack worn out from playing for state. Bastards. Better get their act together for in a fortnight. I cant stand the idea of Dickhead having bragging rights over the ONE game we have against each other all season. Ill hunt them down should they lose that one. Im willing to conceed to Qld so long as were fresh for the Storm game!

Rugby – Wendall Sailor. Fucking LEGEND. Love love love him. Overrated in NRL, fucking underrated in Rugby. Go you good thing! what a save!

I think one of my clients is trying to kill me. They decided to mix the sticky shit you tile with INSIDE yesterday when they started tiling the office floor. DUST. DUST. DUST. I couldnt breathe. (yes they know about my lung cancer) So I had to leave. It was really bad, and they didnt even cough. So it was just me having a fit, needing to be helped downstairs and outside. It was aful. It hurt. It was EMBARRESSING! But mostly scary. Is this what I have to look forward to?

A very close friend passed away on Tuesday. Hense my absence. Its very sad, and I miss her muchly. She took her own life. Its not the first time a friend of mine has done so. I wish I could have done more. I wish she had told me how badly she was feeling. ]

My first phone bill with 3 has come in. Ive been silent since my last rant, but trust me when i say the fucktardary of this company is ASTONISHING. Its a massive drama, and is still fucked, and far from solved. The newest crisis is being overcharged on just ONE item by over $450.00. GET FUCKED. grrrrrrrrrrr. I really dont need this agravation.

I got my hair cut. Im spiky again. Now if i could just do my nails at the same time……. instead of having them evenly spaced so that one or the other is in constant need of a touch up. sigh. coordination. look it up Honey.

Tonight Im going to have a bubble bath with some wine and a trashy book. Dont ring me.

Why are mens clothes so cheap? Why does Dickhead pay less than $50 for his cargo pants, and my latest pair cost over $280? WTF??

What makes Hippos move? This one on my chest needs an eviction notice. Which way to Hippo Tennancy Tribunal?

Fuck. Its. Cold.

Why when you least want it does the scarlet bitch always always ALWAYS show up?

I have a headache. Its been here for three days. I want it GONE.

Time seems to be going so fast. Where'd it all go? Where can you buy more?

D-Day was about the Cancer. Its not good news. I need to step up my attack to the next level. Im calling it "Delta Level 3". Why? Coz it sounds like fun. Much more fun than "shitloads more time in hospital and feeling even crapper"

Comments regarding the cancer are subject to the following rules: NO prayer circles etc. NO heartfelt sympathy. NO bollocky "heart goes out to you" bullshit. Because, admit it. You dont know me, you dont really care, and so it means nothing.

I am however OK with cussing it out. Perhaps thats how you cure cancer, you swear at it so much it goes away? 2 years is not going to see my son grow up. Its not going to see me with enough in his trust fund to die knowing he'll be OK. Its not enough to see my grandparents to their graves. (im not heartless, its just that no me, means a nursing home, and they dont want that.) Its not enough for alot of things. So it cant happen. Im not going to let it. It can go and get fucked. Or at least have the decency to go into remission so that I can go get fucked in every position and place imaginable. And since I have a very good imagination, Im going to need more than 2 years for that!

Couldnt Have Said It Better Myself

June 12, 2006

THIS is such a fantastic explination of sentiments I share. I urge you all to read it.

Its so hard to explain how I feel, and what I think on the issue, and thats BEFORE you through in the racist bullshit that so often accompanies anything you say.

I mean, how dare someone comment truthfully on how they feel about their own country?

How the fuck would a citizen of that country have any idea of what REALLY happens there?

How ludacris is the idea that living and breathing a situation would actually give you some sort of credability of opinion?

One day, should you be interested, I will regale you with memories and experiences. I suggest you bring a spare pair of undies, instead of those marshmallows.

Its not all the fucking Lion King people. Just ask MFC how his planned nuptuals were cancelled. Its called murder.

Sheesh. Its really got me going, that one. Hasnt it just.

OK

June 12, 2006

What happened with the bold fuction there?

D-Day results were a disaster. I need time to deal.

Yes, Im using the 'c' word. Alot. All about that person. Fucking c**t that they are.

over 80 yo hoes the second

June 12, 2006

Good Morning Honey. Welcome to WordPress' Dashboard where you can see how popular you are and who loves you and where your loving hordes of fans come from.

Lovely to see the usual suspects returning again. Some have left you some nice little comments. Dont forget to flit over to your hotmail to read the responses sent by email.

Oooh, looky looky, what have we here? New stalkers! This ones been reading your ENTIRE archive. OK. Stalker? Doesnt matter, their in Korea. Phew, safe. 2 more new countries, cool! Hello people in Finland and France. Hmmmm, Baltimore is going off! What the fuck? Oh well. Funny buggers.

Now lets see what the Search Engines have been up to…….  

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What. The. Fuck.

So fucking your wife in your bedroom is a porn niche now? Who woulda thunk it?

And Mr B you filthy prick! Where have you been relieving yourself?

Honey: Superbitch for Hire

June 11, 2006

So my girlfriend Llama and I went out this morning. You know, coffee, shopping and general tag-along-ing from her part to get outta the house and take a break from her fella whose been stressing her. As you do.

And as of 10 minutes after picking her up, she had gotten 3 soppy txts about him missing her. ewww. Mr Clingy had obviously gotten out of control. Personally, Ive never liked this one, but she did, and its her life, so whatever. But today, more than ever, Honey's spider sense was tingling. It got worse when she showed me the last one, crapping on about how he will miss her, being stuck at home alone & bored till her return after lunch. I suggested she tell him to get unbored by cleaning the house. We both doubted THAT ever happening! LOL

Now every guy who's ever cheated on me has been busted. I have a MAD sixth sense for it. Some have been busted in the "considering it" stage, others in the act. All have said Ive caught them immediately. And im sure i have. Some have been busted and didnt even know it, because if i cant PROVE my suspicions I shut up. The relationship ends anyway because I cant trust them. Whether they WERE cheating or not is immaterial. I felt they were. The end. And today, I just knew it was going on with Mr Clingy. I asked Llama if she had any suspicions etc, as a good friend would. She didnt, but realised I did, and knowing my history thought about it extra hard. Still came to the conclusion that I was wrong. Hey – it COULD happen – so I let it go, and we had a great day.

On the way back from Parramatta, driving down the M4, there was a car pulled over on the shoulder, hazard lights blinking. It was Mr Clingy's car. Vanity plates make things so easy. Being the caring people we are, we pulled in behind to offer assistance. Llama got out and walked up to the car. Stopped. Came running back. Shocked. It was her man alright, with another woman. So preoccupied in some quick oral sex by the side of the freeway they hadnt even noticed us there to help with their "breakdown". She didnt know what to do. She asked me for help. Knowing how Im the reigning 'Queen of Breaking Up Well'.

Long story short, I stopped her from the things she was thinking and assisted. Grabbed her mobile phone, jumped out of the car, approached Mr Clingy and Friend, and snapped a brilliant pic of them without them noticing, and legged it back to the car. Grabbed mine, and snapped off a shot clearly showing my car parked behind his, with an easily recognisable sign in the background behind his car. Proof that we were there. We hastily drove off and took the next exit.

Cue a lovely worded mms from her along with the happy snap, basically telling him he will be cleaning the house in the TRADITIONAL way from now on, by himself, without her. To both his fones. Closely followed by one from me with my location photo, and simply the word BUSTED.

So much funnier and more dignified than a crying mess that a fone call would have resulted in. Good girl even managed to ignore all his txts, calls, and voicemails pleading for leniency.

Make the bastard sweat I say. Maybe his friend can lick it off. My friend certainly wont be.

Not So Short

June 10, 2006

That last post seems to have been misunderstood more than once. So some clarification is in order.

Firstly, Im not ready to explain D-Day. However, it has been extended 24hrs due to circumstances beyond my control.

Secondly, it wasnt about Dickhead. 

Now, what hurt?

One of my boys, Lexus, has gone through a fair bit lately. He is also one of the ones that for various reasons, I had removed from my life. Not entirely, because they all mean too much to me, but I had severely curtailed his (and others) involvement. And to facilitate this, I had temporarily imposed a ban on contact. To give us some space and time to deal, and to sort out what the boundaries to our new type of relationship would be.

Earlier in the week, his woman, who he had been having serious issues with, walked. Basically did the exact thing I had done. He didnt take it well.

Unbenown to me, he had sorted things out during the past week or so, and made a decision. To move. For good. And when I say move, I mean back home. To Greece.

I got wind of this less than 30 minutes before he flew out. Last night, he left. And didnt say goodbye. He wouldnt take my calls. He wouldnt answer my texts. It hurt. He was at the airport, being farewelled by my other boys, and a few other members of what was my inner circle. And I wasnt there. Had it not been for the guilty concience of Mr B, who decided it was wrong not to tell me, and secretly called, I wouldnt have known till god knows when.

I admit it. It hurt. It tore me apart. That someone I loved so deeply, and who cared for me as he did, could leave, forever, and not say goodbye, or give me the chance to either. Let me tell you, I was pitifull. I sat here at home, texting and calling, tears streaming down my face, so much so that at times I couldnt see to text. I cried my heart out. I begged. And begged. And begged.

It didnt do any good.

I dont understand it.

It still hurts.

You know what, screw the nicknames.

Lexi, Im sure you'll read this. Im sorry. I still love you. I didnt mean to hurt you, and I know I did. You know I had no choice. Things are how they are, and I cant change them, and either can you. If I didnt do what I did, more than just you and I would have suffered. I miss you. I hate that you are gone. I'll always have a place in my heart for you. Please dont let it be forever.

In Short

June 10, 2006

Last night hurt. Alot. I cried. I'll admit it.

Today is D-Day. Im scared.