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I found it

January 31, 2007

I have been sent countless emails with links to the “lebo thugz” video on youtube (yes the one on the news) and numerous other ones that are similar. Mostly from my lebo friends.

However, today, I got one with a “response” clip attached. Funny how its my skip friends who are circulating these. lol

Im thinking its the best one ive got so far. Let me know if you have a better one.

So, lebo thugz, where the bloody hell are you?

(thankyou to the imbicile who txtd me to say “pack raping lara bingle – explains why noones heard from her in a while” your a goose!)


Trying Very Hard To Post

October 5, 2006

But its hard. It isnt normally. As you can tell by the shithouse standard of writing displayed on this site, I usually sit down, log on & tap away for 5 – 10 minutes, and press ‘publish’. Its that simple. I really do use this blog to empty my head. And right now my head is a mess. I know, I know, it usually is. But now its more so. Its like Im in thick fog. I cant seem to focus. I cant concentrate. I cant manage a coherant train of thought. Its most disconcerting. Although friends will tell you I often dont make sense when Im speaking to them, I always make sense to myself. Not right now though. Half way through a sentence I get brain freeze and forget what I was saying. Its frustrating. At the moment things in here are not going so well. Therapy has been stepped up. Aparently me going all aggressive at the doctors saying I didnt want to stay in their poxy establishment until the end of time seems to have offended the sadistic little fuckers, and their getting me back, and how! Its painful, and its exhausting. Its stressful and makes me sick. I also spend hours and hours in bed, which is even worse because theres no playing up……. So a few brief notes on what im up to, hopefully it will inspire me to write properly later. If not, it will at least serve as a memory jogger. And if I know anything about anyone, a bit of a conversation starter too. Look out email account, its gunna get hot! *checks her phone batteries are charged* *********************************EDIT********************************* STUPID FUCKING RETARDED FUCKING WANKER FUCKING WORDPRESS FUCKING GREMLINS FUCKING ATE THE FUCKING REST OF MY FUCKING POST THE FUCKING FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!

and im too frikken tired to redo it. i did it all too. properly even. and it was good. just for once. fucking fuck fuckers.


September 23, 2006


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September 8, 2006
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September 6, 2006

There are many beds you get to sleep in as an adult. So many in fact that you can categorise them into “types”. Cant you just feel another installment of the Helpful Harry Honey series looming? I can. What brought this on? Well, the fact that I am currently, and have been since Monday, occupying a bed that is not my own, (ie terribly uncomfortable hospital bed) all the while begging to be allowed to return to my pillowy goodness, all to no avail. And being as I am here and therefore internet time is extremely limited, I am doing much downloading then reading and typing offline. And what do I chose to do with all this bedtime? I help you lot of course! Thats the kind of bored shitless considerate gal I am. So here it is people:

The Helpful Harry Honey Guide to Beds

The first type is of course the one Im in now. Hospital Beds. Never a fun experience. Theyre hard, have only 1 pillow, and although those cellular blankets are good when your in bed during the day, they do fuck all to combat the aircon at 3am when all hospitals decide to set the temperateure to ICE AGE. Im starting to think thats how they bump off the oldies. I know theres a bed shortage crisis in NSW Hospitals, but thats going a bit far innit? What about the rest of us? Or is it some plan by the workers to ensure their employment considering the new IR laws? By giving us all pneumonia they are ensuring they have patients next week, and therefore jobs. Surely theres a better way? Cant they just drop a few cases of beer at a 16yr old boys’ party and save us decent folk from illness? Wouldnt they prefer some much livelier & bloody accidents caused by underage innebriation?

That brings me to the next type that Im craving. MINE. Theres just nuttin better than your own bed. My bed is particularly good as you will recall from the previous post about its pillowy goodness. Sigh.

Then theres your kids bed. Not the most comfortable, or the most fun to sleep in, because it is usually accompanied by a sick kid who wont let you leave their side for an instant, and wakes at the slightest movement as you try not to fall on the floor, let alone get up and go to your own bed. Right now though, as in a couple of other instances, Id give just about anything for that. I cannot wait to get home to my little boy and hug him till he wont let me hug him no more. Im missing him dreadfully, and would do anything to sleep cuddled up next to the 30 odd kilos of wiggling, snoring, sleep-talking lumpyness that is him. I wouldnt even complain about the matchbox cars in the bed.

Then theres the boyfriends bed. If I could breathe, I wouldnt mind sleeping….well…I wouldnt mind being in that kind of bed either. Oh who am I kidding? I dont really care if I can breathe or not, pull back the doona, im hopping in!

Then of course there are hotel beds, which i personally detest after watching too many episodes of CSI. But then again, I cant complain, Im sure to have been the cause of some of that. *hides in shame*

So now that Ive been so helpful, can we please start a petition to make the doctors and my friends stop ganging up on me and making me stay here? Id really like to move on to the other types of beds. Ive absolutely had my fill of the hospital variety.

Know This, Pooh – It Helps

September 5, 2006

Aurelius & Honey

Peak Hour in Sydney

September 3, 2006

How fucking retarded is Sydney traffic? Im sure you all know, even those international readers must be groaning, and I know the interstate ones know all about it, because Australia doesnt exist beyond Sydney according to the media. (Hi Melbourne-ians! You know its true! Dont try to deny it! Your underworld killings are just an occasional lame excuse to get some recognition, you know it is!)

So those who reside in Western Sydney like me will most likely head east each morning to work. Its a long way, let me tell ya. A couple of hundred kms a week knocked up on the odometer just from going to work and back is pretty normal. Certainly nothing to be surprised by. You can tell us “real” westsyd residents. We’re the ones shooting up your arse on the M4 or something, then flying off after you succumb to our tailgating and abusive gestures whenever you glance backwards. Either that, or we’re weaving, changing lanes a dime a dozen. Dont blame us, we just have so freaking far to go that if we didnt do these things and save ourselves a bit of time, it’d be next Tuesday before we got home for dinner.

Luckily for me I left my clients’ office about 15 minutes early on Friday. So I hit the M4 at Parramatta early (even 5 minutes at the start can make a difference of being more than 30 minutes early at the end, because theres so much less traffic). Let me tell you how glad I was. An EASTBOUND accident had blocked all lanes, and traffic was backed up for 3 exits. M4 Eastbound was CLOSED. So of course, westbound traffic had to stop and let people turn around via those emergency gaps in the median. This already had gathered a pretty bad blockage for about 4kms with complete standstills for minutes at a time. This was just after 2pm. The accident wasnt even STARTING to be cleared. I pity the people using the freeway later on!

So I collected Bugalugs from school, and headed out to a friends place to help out with some stuff. On the way home, using The Northern Road, ANOTHER accident. Granted this one had about a billion emergency vehicles in attendance so was rather serious, but here again was another major distributor CLOSED BOTH WAYS to peak hour traffic. We were all diverted down a dirt road. A really BAD dirt road. Let me remind you, this is a major distributor, and used heavily by trucks. Trucks of the MACK and KENWOOD variety, not your pissy little Isuzus. There were potholes the size of cars. It was HORRENDOUS. The amount of dust kicked up was unbelieveable. People who lived on this dirt road had come out to VIDEO the traffic. THIS is what a main arterial in Sydney had become.

Considering I had just had the car washed, I can tell ya I was not a happy chicken. I guess Im glad I was in the car i was in, because MrB’s, Dickhead’s and Elly’s cars which I am often driving would not have managed the potholes. There was a particularly nice little car heading opposite which needed my guidance to navigate a particularly nasty one, which had his tyres not been quite so unnecessarily wide, would have made for an interesting afternoon’s salvage job for the local towing contractor! As it was, i was surprised he got through.

Whilst Im really glad me & mine were safe and sound and not involved in any of those accidents, I really wish those fucktards could get their arses together and give us some roads which DONT completely shit themselves everytime low-and-behold, TRAFFIC may wish to USE them.