Tuesday, June 13, 2006
A Philosphical Treatise on the Nature of Fame
I had a nice long weekend. On Saturday night I went out with Mel and her friends and then Sunday I had dinner at Rose's then had sex with Kuba seeing as though it had been just under a year since the last time I had sex (!) then yesterday we walked from The Spit to Manly and I got exercise which was a real jolt to my system. Then we watched Bad Boy Bubby which I thought was really good. Oh on Sunday Russel Crowe came into Freedom and I freaked out and avoided him like the plague just in case he asked me a question or something. It would have been really cool to help him but I was too freaked out. Yeah so that was how I reacted. I ran around going "Is it just me, or is that Russell Crowe?" and my workmates are like 'yes Liz, it's him' and I'm like "Oh my god." Liana was helping a customer and I interrupted her to tell her. Later I said sorry for disturbing her but she was very understanding. But anyway I seemed to be the only one to really give a shit. Shit! Russell Crowe!
Today I used half the rest of my savings to pay rent. Wow, I'm actually going to be broke. But before I went broke I bought two weeks worth of food so I will still be able to eat. I got two Maggi meal bases to make lamb ragout and beef rag-something then i got this sauce for chicken in a jar and also bolognese sauce, and chicken, rump steak, mince beef, and 8 lamp chops. Yum I can't wait to eat it all. See what happened was I was coming home from work on Sunday and I realised I did not feel like eating canned soup so first I thought I'd get takeaway Indian but then I thought no I will turn into a takeaway-eating bum and seeing as though I'm already about three quarters of the way down that slippery slope I was talking about a few weeks ago, I better start putting my foot down, and doing shit properly. So I decided it would be better value to spend nine bucks on a meal that would last two dinners that ten bucks on one. And that, my friends, are the details of my life. My Mum will love reading about this because she's nosy and bored and has got nothing better to worry about. I could tell her about the gory details of Mel's life in order to take the focus off me for a while but no, I'm too nice for that. ¶ 13:08
I had a nice long weekend. On Saturday night I went out with Mel and her friends and then Sunday I had dinner at Rose's then had sex with Kuba seeing as though it had been just under a year since the last time I had sex (!) then yesterday we walked from The Spit to Manly and I got exercise which was a real jolt to my system. Then we watched Bad Boy Bubby which I thought was really good. Oh on Sunday Russel Crowe came into Freedom and I freaked out and avoided him like the plague just in case he asked me a question or something. It would have been really cool to help him but I was too freaked out. Yeah so that was how I reacted. I ran around going "Is it just me, or is that Russell Crowe?" and my workmates are like 'yes Liz, it's him' and I'm like "Oh my god." Liana was helping a customer and I interrupted her to tell her. Later I said sorry for disturbing her but she was very understanding. But anyway I seemed to be the only one to really give a shit. Shit! Russell Crowe!
Today I used half the rest of my savings to pay rent. Wow, I'm actually going to be broke. But before I went broke I bought two weeks worth of food so I will still be able to eat. I got two Maggi meal bases to make lamb ragout and beef rag-something then i got this sauce for chicken in a jar and also bolognese sauce, and chicken, rump steak, mince beef, and 8 lamp chops. Yum I can't wait to eat it all. See what happened was I was coming home from work on Sunday and I realised I did not feel like eating canned soup so first I thought I'd get takeaway Indian but then I thought no I will turn into a takeaway-eating bum and seeing as though I'm already about three quarters of the way down that slippery slope I was talking about a few weeks ago, I better start putting my foot down, and doing shit properly. So I decided it would be better value to spend nine bucks on a meal that would last two dinners that ten bucks on one. And that, my friends, are the details of my life. My Mum will love reading about this because she's nosy and bored and has got nothing better to worry about. I could tell her about the gory details of Mel's life in order to take the focus off me for a while but no, I'm too nice for that. ¶ 13:08
