Piercings

When they say it hurts, well, they are partially correct – it is not that bad!

Further extending my 'week of firsts' I decide it's time to get piercings. I book myself for four piercings, 2 lobes and 2 nipples at Commercial Rd. How do you prepare for these things? Google is your friend.

And Youtube is not. Seven videos of people getting their nipples mutilated and I'm running for the door. Piercing artists HAVE to be masochists. Jabbing a bloke in their areolas then squeezing a bar through the hole is just cruel.

And a quick chat with a msn buddy/doctor is just asking for trouble. Keloids, he says. Scar tissue that will perk my nipple up (Is that necessarily a bad thing?). And a whole lecture about infections and swelling and the etc. Doctors can be so technical.

I spend another week toying with the idea before I decide it is best to skip the nipple piercings (for now) and just do the lobes (afterwards I hear myself say the word 'coward' a million times).

Inking followed by two sharp pricks and it's all over. Yada yada yada about the salt solution etc, I just wanted to get out of there, away from the sterile surrounds and the people in the waiting room.

Bling bling. Nana at the tram stop shows me her gold teeth. She must have noticed.

Nice.

Facebook

Finally, after 2yrs of denial, I've logged onto Facebook.

Damnit, I'm addicted.

Move

4 hours and 3 flights of stairs later and it's all over. New apartment needs painting as owner left it in shades of pink-yellow-purple-green, not necessarily in that order.

Partner has been busy with work so I've taken it upon myself to single-handedly manage the clean-ups, the mess, the packing-unpacking and buying new stuff. Bunnings and Highpoint have been my friends for the past 2wks; I have no real friends?

No time for relationships - I'm too busy sanding walls and vacuuming cupboards. I have become the ultimate housewife. Asvxn said so too.

Constant nagging to get the house in order so I can't see myself being employed. Dxnixl has taken the brunt of relocation costs yet I struggle to deal with the figures. Then again, I have no job. It's a vicious cycle.

In fact the past three weeks have been rough. I've become a bitter old tart, blaming myself for mistakes. I like having everything in order but reality bites.

To distract myself I buy more plants. Whatever happened to 'consolidation'. Frangipani bought off eBay arrived in the mail today, amazing how they survive 4 days of darkness (in a parcel). At least some things are less complacent.

Heat

This house is gorgeous. Meticulously designed to counter Melbournian weather extremes. On bitter winter days it would stay warm and on scorching summer days it would stay cool.

Even today at 41 degrees and 9% humidity I don't feel the heat. People walking past the window look desperate for a cool change.

But I like the heat, and must resist all attempts to 'air' the house and rid it of coolness. Dxnixl will be displeased if I did - he doesn't like the heat at all. I wonder how he will cope with North-East full length windows in our new place (air conditioning maybe?).

I should go out soon and check on the plants; they must be wilting. Pusscat is happily trotting around the house; at least he knows how to enjoy a hot day.

Unsettled

At least we can still talk.

Dxnixl has said that he will only live in Malaysia if he gets a job. Fair enough, and also its not good if he becomes an expatriate housewife. He knows people who hated being in the same position. We've reach a point where we're able to talk more openly about things but pulling rabbits out from under the carpet can be upsetting.

At the time I could only think of danish furniture. Because the boy and I had decided earlier to start investing in REAL furniture (no more Ikea bullshit). I could only hear the words "Fuck I'm going to die lonely and without nice furniture".

I know I'm being over-dramatic again but it still bugs me.

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I have a freak out about some trivial matter so I went a walk. One hour later I am in Toorak (Orrong Rd), which is fckking miles away. Gorgeous streets with shady trees, but sprinkler systems running full blast at 1am spilling water all over the walkway is not cool. Double standards? The rest of us can only water twice weekly yet these people have golf greens as their backyard.

Every house has a sign that says 'Independent water supply', but water is water and the State government needs to realise that bore water has to come from somewhere.

Shame, even though some of these gardens are actually pretty (Toorak design is better known for being "obscenely absurd").

SLR

Dxnixl photographed me in my undies!

RawHide

First time into Chasers and it looks very much like The Market. Dxnixl is more keen than I am to be partying, but I try to make it anyway.

High of 41 degrees. The NYE scorcher has put everyone off wearing clothes (poor cloakroom?). On the dance floor, two men dressed in nothing but jockstraps, their bums bouncing to every beat of Wayne G. Sweat. 'Manly' men who refuse to wear deodorant, some smell heavily of recently ingested amphetamines. Nice.

Trance room is better known as 'Asia'. Every man woman and child here is either Asian or the men who love them. Dxnixl is more keen here than anywhere else (surprise?). My prejudices mean everyone seems bitter and skanky, so I confine myself instead to DJ Dan Murphy and the Crystal Room.

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More alcohol please.

People around me continue gyrating to even the shittiest music. I'm having trouble with getting onto the beat even after 4 champagnes. MDMA needed? Then a glance of DJ Jimi Harrison?

4.40am and I'm already leaving Dxnixl to the crowd of people. Heading home I bump into Simon/Freddie outside Heaven's Door, and a few hugs later I'm back home on my own with a can of sardines and Indomie before bed in just undies.

Happy New 2008.