l'hopital

Just got home from two nights in my wonderful second home "The hospital", with the screaming children and beeping machines, it was just a dream come true. In the end I've come out with four holes in my stomach and the constant ache that they're causing. For once I can say that my innards are hurting without the effect of men (my heart is what I mean, not those innerds you sick minded freaks) , apart from my wonderful multi cultural doctors whom I love and am extremely grateful to for getting that twisted bleeding sist off my egg holders. It's good to be home, but I'm going to miss the free icy poles.

olive sunday

This afternoon quite literally bouncing out of my seat belt on the way to Carindale shopping centre. I know that you're thinking.
"What the flip are you doing getting excited about Carindale you messed up little creature."
But! Give me a chance to explain myself! My destination was the pet shop, and there I purchased two very, very, very explicitly very cute mice! Along with the essentials for a first time mouse buyer.
They are so adorable! Both girls, names Olive-Oil and Banana-Sunday (Olive and Sunday for short). I am so in love with my little babies right now! Me and Rachel made them a little play-pen thing, which is really just a shoe box filled with junk. But it's awesome none the less!

And in case you're wondering, no, they don't smell THAT bad.

santa is better than reality;

I hate it when you reach that age where you find out that everything you've ever believed in and loved isn't real. Unfortunately I reached that age really early.

When I was six years old I was in the car with my mum and I said,
"Mum, tell me the truth. Santa isn't real is he?"
And she paused and said,
"Don't tell your brother."
(My brother is 18 months older than me)

I decided then and there that just because I knew the truth it didn't mean I had to believe that either. So still to this day, I prefer fairies, unicorns, mermaids and love to racism, sexism, war and hate.

i think i'm going crazy. cool.

What is wrong with me? I just want to scream! I've got this image in my head that he's perfect and I can't get it out. I've built it up too much to just forget and now there doesn't go a day where it's not brought to the front of my mind. Do not create a false person and expect them to exist.

opping the whiskers!

I am in the mood for a good trip of opp shopping. I need some pretty summer dresses, tops and skirts and a good old sun hat to protect my little freckles.
And on a cuter note! I have $55 dollars which I am hoping to spend on some little tiny whiskered friends!