Feng Shui

The one thing that has taken me a lot of getting used to is the size of our new apartment. It is small, I guess you could pass that off as being ‘cosy’ but that doesn’t really bother me; it’s the size of the bedrooms. I don’t like pushing a bed up against a wall it needs to be accessible from both sides… correct? Much to my amazement yesterday afternoon I rearranged our bedroom so that I could fit both the dressers in, before I couldn’t do it because the one on Jay’s side would obstruct the cupboard, and me having little (to no) spatial reasoning left from years of narcotic abuse didn’t think the bed would fit when turn onto the other wall, and it did, with more room to spare than I had envisioned. So I’m stoked for the time being, now all I have to do is find the right frames for my Sara Moon prints and it will be done!

My weekend other than flirting with Feng Shui was laid back. We went to the war memorial to finish off our tour, as last time I was far too hungry and chucked a tizzy and left. We then went to the Art Museum for a couple of hours.

The demolition party for Cube was Saturday, of which I didn’t go. I could not think of anything more boring I’m glad that shit hole is being torn down. I’m glad Jamie found himself a new job otherwise he would have been screwed. Get this – being fired from your job (for the third time) for being caught looking at porn (gay porn no less) on the work computer… WITH a 99.9% heterosexual “mans man” environment (he sold cars – Holden’s even). LOL so now he is working for an upmarket Jeweller. We will see how long that lasts for!

I had a dream last night, there was a large crowd in my old high school gym and in the centre were blue gym mats and two [male ;~)] ballerinas, doing their prancing around. As part of their prancing they were passing little packets of sugar into the crowd, and whoever received these sugar packets were falling down dead. I was the one that was giving the sugar to the ballerina bois knowing full well that whoever got them was going to die. Reading into that I think I need to start taking responsibility for my actions…

I had a call from the landlord this morning, she and her husband are coming around in an hour to put up the new curtains… I so hope she chose a style that is going to suit the place, cause ill be damned if they are going to be cheap and nasty, ill just take the damn things down if they are and stick with the crappy Venetian Blinds.

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I just had a chat to the landlord (the curtains will do), we were chatting about the rednecks that live upstairs. I caught its child throwing dog food and other paraphernalia into the front yard again on the weekend – side note they have a dog… they live in a unit that is smaller than ours which is by no means spacious, and has no back or front yard. So anyways I’m telling him about it all… he looks at me and smiles and tell me a few things (which I will keep out of here) he is coming around tonight to tell the woman to pull her head in, and if any male occupant that harasses Bren or I again will be put into jail – (he is a police officer).

I am so high… I can hear heaven. (I’ve been there a few times)

What doesn’t turn me on makes me laugh, so how can you loose?

Tomorrow is the second commission hearing that I must attend. This is with the actual commissioner herself, and amongst other things she is a cow. So after spending a few hours with the confederation today, to go over notes and streamline my attack (she can become somewhat of a dogmatist if threatened with irrelivant information). Fingers crossed that everything goes our way, though it really shouldn’t be too much of a problem as their representation is a fumbling Human Rights lawyer.

It’s time for home.

Song for the day: Santana ft Chad Kroeger – Why Don’t You and I

but you know I know when it’s a dream, I think a no, I mean a yes, but its all wrong, that is I think I disagree

LPH