tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98057132024-03-07T20:58:03.592+11:00Kimberly: Made for MediocrityThis is a chronicle of my ineptitude, and the absurdity of the world around me. Will it be good? Will it be interesting? Will it be exciting? The answer to all those questions is pretty much no, but by being here you are a voyeur, and I am an exhibitionist, so we'll get along just fine.Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.comBlogger287125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-14727287597026229172010-09-01T10:15:00.000+10:002010-09-01T10:15:00.761+10:00where am I ?http://whykikiwhy.twitter.com<br /><br />http://whykikiwhy.tumblr.com<br /><br />http://whykikiwhy.blogspot.com<br /><br /><br />- done via BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-78138277511509609972010-04-12T22:38:00.000+10:002010-04-12T22:38:10.120+10:00life in point form.- finally have decided on a second tattoo, that will be discreet (a.k.a only to be seen by lovers), sentimental, unique, and will make me seem much more romantic than I really am.<br />
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- have converted my friends into watching Maude episodes with me<br />
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- I got a whole bunch of slightly water damaged Western DVD's back from an unnamed international shipping company... my weekend is sorted.<br />
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- I'm sorting out my home and putting shit in shelves. It's look good.<br />
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- still sick, has gotten to the point where work has made me take a week off next week, where I will be poked and prodded more but without the cushion of medicare bulk billing, hopefully they will tell me that all the fuckery is cancer so I can just get microwaved for free already.<br />
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- yeah I'm the type of person who thinks cancer is lucky.<br />
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- selling all my life on eBay, I need the money and the space.<br />
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- everyone's birthday is this month or next so am looking for presents, one is almost sorted, the next will be soon, I hate being a fairweather friend<br />
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- I keep on dreaming about making duck confit, I think I might go and buy some duck fat (in a few years when I can afford it)Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-15156633421429821412010-03-01T22:04:00.000+11:002010-03-01T22:04:58.890+11:00the last few months in point formI turn 26 on on Wednesday.<br />
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Life is ok, new job is good i need to make sure I keep new secondment job,<br />
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Highlights of my life include sleep and watching illegally downloaded sketch shows from the early 90's<br />
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I'm having recurring dreams about people I have rooted from my past providing running commentary of my dreas and my sleeping habits.<br />
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I am trying my darndest to kick gluten<br />
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Flatmate moved out so am frickin broke beyond belief but I have space so much spce<br />
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As frickin broke will not be buying myself gift for my birthday ... aww<br />
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Oh shit I forgot to mail Christmas presents! um<br />
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I still dream about the day where I will buy my own kitchen aid with money I have saved and not used to pay for some other grown up person responsibility (water rates/ hot water tank/ electricity/ tetanus shots)<br />
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I still dream about going on a holiday where all I do is sleep and sleep and sleep<br />
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I have a twitter and it's updated much more frequently <a href="https://twitter.com/why_kiki_why">https://twitter.com/why_kiki_why</a><br />
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I'm updating the other blog more often too it's much easier to write about clothes than the goings on of my vj<br />
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I'm going to bed... I'll soon officially be in my late twenties...sighMiss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-89530880419544311782009-11-18T16:45:00.000+11:002009-11-18T18:23:41.331+11:00Self portraits whilst bored at workWhen I'm bored I draw self portraits, it's self indulgent wank but it keeps me occupied and reminds me that my life is just like a long never ending Cathy comic except I unlike Cathy don't say ack! and I actually posess a sense of humour.<br /> <br /><br /><center><a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/kimberly.lives/KimberlyMadeForMediocrity?authkey=Gv1sRgCInZgaLRoM2V2AE#5405340955659908738'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZTfMAN51E4I1AxMt3t8cSqgC3bpEMgekKX-3Ltr75ANsqgRWiZyAm7MDGufp2u_0akC-lr6x7HZURC4VmEj4pTEzcyo8bjDki1tSGnMBw7IOa8UVomUmURJfmAZi5dxJmu_K9uw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Me in a Cardigan <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/kimberly.lives/KimberlyMadeForMediocrity?authkey=Gv1sRgCInZgaLRoM2V2AE#5405340969039502978'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLuzV_emTZ3zGEF3TpAwrr92suZLpAw3hEacsT1F5tLll_GotFsw6mOW15ffNFtOxtS9svDGwq8Pl9Yv0LjVBqx4fjuPhaY7jX94gMPAxK1OTf1K_oVEC0xQ7pAOcIa1tP-nweQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Me as a robot<br /><br /><center><a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/kimberly.lives/KimberlyMadeForMediocrity?authkey=Gv1sRgCInZgaLRoM2V2AE#5405340979169562674'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTPGMu2SNVsTGu2gtqgcNdbzPF9z57gglczX6LDf_ZHq8_DCfSI5_hxMcYom3x4b1TvUtpu3OHO4cZ08O6YFTMP2cRwMKKg6hfHKPF8FYUe5MkyedKYYV5XazPmHGdGGRvIOxLA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Me crying because I miss gluten<br /><br />done via BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-21121290721787758642009-11-13T15:46:00.000+11:002009-11-13T15:51:41.697+11:00Got PromotedNothing else to say, it's a better role slightly higher pay and government involvement, <br /><br />I think I'm happy bout it.<br /><br /><br />- done via BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-70857822584494820152009-11-13T00:12:00.000+11:002009-11-13T00:12:18.363+11:00links; i have been wasting my time onI have been super sick for the last week my insides have turned into jelly I cannot go anyhwere unless it's within ten feet of a toilet, doctors have just asked me to rest but it's been almost two weeks without pay and I'm getting mighty bored and scaredabout being more poverty stricken than ever before<br />
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links that I found interesting.<br />
<a href="http://www.weirdmeat.com/index.htm">weird meat</a>: it's an interesting collection of a mans attempt to eat as many unusual mean products as he can, I've only gone so far as bull testicles but this makes me want to go a little crazier when my lower intestine decides to be co-operative<br />
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<a href="http://myparentswereawesome.tumblr.com/">my parents were awesome;</a> user submited photos of peopel parents before the kids came and sapped the lifeblood out of them, i love it as it's a reminder that everyone at some point has a phase being drunk and camwhoring.<br />
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<a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/">post secret;</a> I mean who doesn't read it, love it, I want to send something in but my secrets are probably a touch too contraversial<br />
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<a href="http://textsfromlastnight.com/">texts from last night;</a> name really says it all same for<a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/"> Overheard in New York</a><br />
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<a href="http://chubbyhubby.net/blog/?p=561">eggs,</a> <a href="http://www.kottke.org/08/08/how-to-boil-an-egg">eggs </a>and more <a href="http://discovermagazine.com/2006/feb/cooking-for-eggheads/article_view?b_start:int=1&-C=">eggs</a> I am going to perefect the egg and all will come from lands far and wide to see my magnificent eggs<br />
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<a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2009/12/sexual-predators-200912?currentPage=1">a great article</a>; on catching a potential child molester from both the police and the criminal/victims point of view, and an <a href="http://hungrybeast.abc.net.au/stories/treating-paedophiles-they-offend">interesting video</a> about an individual dealing with paedophile urges,<br />
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Community (the t.v series) ; which has to be the funniest thing I have seen in a very long time, dare I say funnier than 30Rock but not as funny as The Mary Tyler Moore Show my benchmark in Sitcom funniness, or M.A.S.H in the golden period of about a season that had both Colonel Potter and Frank Burns)<br />
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Delocated: (another T.V series); Adult Swim it's pretty damn funny<br />
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Mad Men Season Three; It's letting me down in so many ways, Don is a Douche, Betty is a Douche, Peggy is nowhere to be seen but I'm still watching because it's so pretty<br />
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Dexter Season Four; Good so far, but too much naked John Lithgow for my tastes, should read the books but y'know why bother when there is a T.V version<br />
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Born Yesterday; A movie from 1950? I used to love this movie, the one liners, her accent! and this faboo sequinned jumpsuit she wears as loungesuit, it's a wonderful way to pass the day away.Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-31628115067607422752009-10-31T18:00:00.001+11:002009-10-31T18:00:19.470+11:00another saturday at work<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>I swapped with someone to work on Saturday today </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>- good because is quiet at work and I have time to think, well sort of </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>- bad because the weather is so beautiful outside and I could be at the Good Food festival or some other </span></font><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Sydney</span></font><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> gourmet wank gathering probably eating cheese and olives (my two favourite food groups)</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>- good because I’m now watching ‘Fear and Loathing in </span></font><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Las Vegas</span></font><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>’ on my own personal TV whilst working</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>- bad as now I have no time to buy the final touch for my costume (hunting yellow lensed glasses) I had planned to dress up as Walter (the John Goodman Character) from The Big Lebowski</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>- good as I don’t have to go to Halloween Parties I was invited by work/ half arsed friends to and make small talk to 21 year old girls dressed up as Lady Gaga whilst trying to explain the plot to The Big Lebowski and who I’m supposed to be, ok I got One good inviite might go to that one</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>- bad as now have nothing to do tonight halloweeny, theres a few good gigs on around town maybe can go out and see the Cuban Brothers or Bluejuice both great live shows </span></font></p> </div> Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-2744465826667419992009-10-27T16:39:00.000+11:002009-10-27T16:40:12.324+11:00Overnight at 67c = perfectionI need a sous vide<br /><br />It's an expensive temperature controlled water bath, I have been experimenting with trying to make 67 degree eggs (google them they are the most perfect eggs) and I can't get the water down below 73 degrees (two hours makes a closeish poor cousin copy) I'm absolutely jonesing for just clotted egg right now. Ooh and a two day cooked steak, maybe two ( I mean if i'm cooking steak for two dya I should make a backup one right?) and some asparagus spears for dipping.<br /><br />I'm writing this where i'm on my way to leftover cauliflower broccoli and mustard soup which yes admittedly I did a great job on but when you want a two day cooked steak it ain't gonna cut it.<br /><br />Damn why are sous vide so friggin expensive? I think I'm going to try and rig a slow cooker with a thermostat? I just need to figure out how to work with electricity which is really just a hit and miss kind of thing.<br /><br />- done via BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-4453170733346990862009-10-22T00:09:00.000+11:002009-10-22T00:09:48.353+11:00what you should watch todaygo to <a href="http://www.abc.net.au/iview">http://www.abc.net.au/iview</a><br />
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click on John Safran's Race Relations<br />
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then spend the next half hour wondering if you have a type, then the following hour wishing it was next week already.Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-67134885710464305322009-10-21T11:01:00.000+11:002009-10-21T12:33:35.151+11:00I'm writing this on the bus on my new dang fangled iPhone thingy it's very disconcerting the whole touching a flat surface and having words appear instantaneously I'm never going to touch a flat surface again without expecting something to magically appear which will no doubt lead to lifetime of dissapointment.<br /><br />I'm a little iPhone obsessed at the moment, I have managed to blow my entire months data allowance in just days on my old phone 200mb was impossible to reach but now I can easily reach and fly right over it thanks to Perez Hilton, Twitter and looking up dogs in funny outfits. Before this bloody contraption I was selective about what I accessed online I didn't have time before to comment on facebook status, reply to tweets or be social on the web (including neglecting writing in this blog) now I have my whole fucking hour commute to stand on my virtual soapbox which means in no time I'll be another Internet fuckwad.<br /><br />In other non related news since the psychic encounter (two or three entries ago) I've decided to go and see a bunch of cheap psychics a) for kicks b) for research to see if there is any consistency between mediums (cos I is I scientist I is!) and c) cos I live in inner west Sydney and you can't swing a stray cat by it's tail without hitting a hippy psychic so it won't be inconvenient. <br /> <br />Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-31956898681229706652009-10-17T17:38:00.000+11:002009-10-17T17:39:00.433+11:00I'm a cliche!<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>I’m at work… I the other day applied for a better job in another department… fingers crossed</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>I probably won’t get but I applied and it will be something to distract me from fact that I ain’t going to be studying for a long time if not ever again, oh well there is always that ukulele course I have been eyeing off at Sydney Community college if I want to be a student again.</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Le Sigh.</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><br> In other non related news I got me an iphone and I’m addicted, it’s simply has ruined me for all future men… wait phones it’s simple and pretty and the internet surfing is a dream I can look at websites quickly, facebook is quicker on my phone than it is on my computer, websites are clear and crisp and don’t get me started on the applications… I may of actually started twittering… I never realised how easy it is to do. Bad me I have become a cliché I’m an arts student dropout with a blog a facebook and twitter account and now an Iphone.</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>For Shame Kimberly for Shame</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>P.S. the perfect show to upload to an iphone for commutes is ‘Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Good Job’ actually any “Adult Swim” show is great for a commute and I don’t think I can live without my politically incorrect sketch comedy in the morning. </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size: 12.0pt'> </span></font></p> </div> Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-27353049528886072782009-10-12T22:04:00.000+11:002009-10-12T22:04:10.087+11:00Good Pop Songs From my Childhood: Part One<div style="text-align: center;">I've been having all these flashbacks of white ish rap/ hip hop/ dance music one hit wonders from the 90's<br />
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</div>I was changing buses in Sydney’s CBD walking to where I would catch my bus home and listening to my Mp3 player and marvelling at the intricacies of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Avalanches">“The Avalanches”</a> I was a ‘strolling and looking forward to getting home and ploughing into the red wine and takeaway and watching the cable t.v as I was walking a man passing by looked at me strolled past and then backtracked and tapped me on the shoulder, he gestured for me to take my earphones out which I did and then declared “You are a very happy lady! You have two men in love with you and so you are very happy because you will always have two men in love with you!”<br />
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I nodded politely (as I only know of one man in love with me and often the number one can be mixed up with the number two) and said thankyou and tried to walk past him, he then tapped me on the shoulder again and declared “I will tell you your fortune, I will tell you everything about your mother and your brother and I will tell you your name and your birth date if I guess these you will stay and if I guess these You will give me some money, and so I thought fuck it why not? If this man can guess my name and my birthday he can get some money so he asked me to write down how much I would give him and I thought I'll be generous because I like street magicians and would write down $20 and then he gave me another piece of paper and a pen and asked me to write down my name and date of birth on a piece of paper and he walked ten metres up the street and wrote what he thought my date of birth was on another piece of paper thinking now that I was about to be mugged or havee my handbag rummaged through I decided at this point to wedge it firmly between my thighs (nobody would ever get tit there) and then he returned to me and made me crush my piece of paper into a ball and chant something to the universe, then he says my name he goes "your name is Kimberly (he mispronounced it as though he has never heard of a Kimberly before) and you were born on the three of the three nineteen eighty-nine" I looked at him and said "aww so close" and then he decided to argue and kept on saying "1989" and saying that was the answer then he opens up his piece of paper he is holding and says '1989" and grabs at my hand and make me show my piece of paper and goes "no wonder! you are messy girl you write messy! you think messy why two men in love with you is mystery!"<br />
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I'm standing here it's starting to to get windy it would be 8pm at night and I am straddling my bloody handbag going "what the fuck is going on?" I'm not much of a believer in anything but It was a good show so I went into my handbag to give him the money and leave and then he goes "stop I havent' told you your fortune yet, you'll pay after I tell you everything" so umm ok, and so I stood there freezing on the side of castlereagh st (it's one of the main streets in Sydney's CBD ) whilst a bunch of bemused bystanders waiting for the bus I should've been waiting for are watching this man read some fat chick with an afro's palms, then he makes me tear up a piece of paper hold it in my hand chant some more and then I open my hand and it's one bloody piece! the bus stop people are now gawking at a free show courtesy of me and I'm trying to catch snippets of what he's saying about money and my mother.<br />
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Things apparently in my future;<br />
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<ul><li>I will live to be in my eighties (thanks modern medicine!)</li>
</ul><ul><li>I will have two children (pretty generic answer there but I suppose if I'm stupid enough to get pregnant once (and decide not to sell it) Ill be stupid enough to get pregnant twice <br />
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<li>The two guys in love with me thing; interesting as I barely have one guy in love with me at the moment and that is really dependant entirely on what I cook for dinner. He reveals little else except that my current beau is one of them and the other one doesn't know it (hmm yes I know) <br />
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<li>I will become rich successful in my chosen field; apparently I will make people feel better about themselves (I'm thinking I will make my fortune from hiring myself out as the loud, fat, ugly friend who makes the hirer look better by comparison)</li>
<li>He actually went into detail about my financial woes and actually mentioned several times the main culprit which was a little freaky. <br />
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<li>I am apparently obsessed with sex (ok this one isn't much of a secret but he whispered it to me and said "you... you like the sex alot, it's not a bad thing but be careful not alot can keep up with you) </li>
</ul>After telling me all of this and then doing some more hand tricks and showing me some laminated cards of his psychic teacher and bits and pieces from his porta-psychic kit he told me I should read the bible every day, I asked him if he meant the 'Christian' bible and he confirmed I should read the 'Christian' Bible I asked him then if he was a Christian, he babbled on and didn't answer my question he then asked if he wanted him to pray for me, and I said something like "If you feel like it go ahead" and then he pulls out another piece of paper and starts writing<br />
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"Rich people pay" and he writes $500 on a piece of paper <br />
"normal People pay" and he writes $300 on the paper<br />
"and poor people pay this" and he writes $200<br />
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I start laughing at him, I explain to him that I am beyond poor, I remind him that for the last ten minutes he has mentioned to me how poor I am and that I would not come into money in a very long time, I then tell him that because he is going to take money off me I will be even poorer, he then goes "ok so I can't pray for you then" and then I said guess not and gave him his money well most of it as I thought I had a $20 note but I only had a $10 and I dumped a wallet full of shrapnel in his portable psychic kitthen he said "but if I pray for you it will come true and you will be forever lucky" I told him sorry and said goodbye<br />
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On the way home <br />
<ul><li>I had to wait 20 inutes in the cold for a bus that is usually every five minutes.</li>
<li>The bus was held up for another ten minutes halfway through the route as the bus driver had to change buses with another bus driver who was late</li>
<li>I went to the local supermarket to get some dinner groceries and at the checkout the register had broken mid transaction so they made me wait there for ten minutes... just so they could give me a printed reciept </li>
<li>one of the bottles of wine I got on the way home I dropped on the road and no it didn't break, it rolled into the gutter instead<br />
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I'm trying to catch up to Season 3 of Mad Men (currently screening in U.S.A) I love the show ever so much and and have been too busy with a the crap load of other television shows I have waitng to be viewed plus work to prevent me from watching the episodes in the way that I want to watch them... that is in my bed with my hand down my pants a pack of menthol cigarettes in reach, a bottle of cleanskin shiraz on the bedside table and a block of cheese and gluten free crackers and nobody to frickin' interrupt me! so I can watch 13 episodes in a row the way T.V series in meant to be viewed... right?<br />
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But alas in the real world Kimberly (that's me by the way) never can get to watch t.v in the way that she likes so she has to make do with catching up on Mad Men Episodes on her Ipod, on her daily commute, it's not the best way but I do what I have to do to be entertained. But now that there are six episodes of season three stockpiled on my hard drive I decided to spend the last three days dedicated to watching (or rewatcing) every episode from seasons one and two on something larger than a postage stamp, and I did and it was brilliant. and I'm trying now to book some time for my hand/pants/shiraz/cheese/Mad Menathon for my season three episodes.<br />
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It has to be soon, it just has to be.Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-27178656804028180272009-09-18T22:23:00.001+10:002009-09-19T00:34:58.203+10:00Jumping the gun, as usual<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Of course as now that I am totally ageing I went straight to the pharmacy the day I found the grey hair and spent the last of my money on hair dye to make sure that all those <a href="http://kimberly-lives.blogspot.com/2009/09/grey-skies-and-hairs-ahead.html">grey fuckers </a>were well and truly gone and I think they are (please for the love of Jebus be gone) the downside is I no longer have any more highlights in my hair so now my hair looks like one of those <a href="http://www.pimpcostumes.com/costumes/Pimp-Afro-Afro-Jumbo-Afro-Black/2525,449">afro wigs you get in a generic pimp costume</a><br />
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Are grey hairs a symptom of an upcoming period? because I found the hair on Tuesday I think and now it's Friday and I'm totally bleeding... connected right?<br />
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I had the day off today and bought me some second hand clothing, which made me a happy and from the 70's polyester clothes go swimmingly with my straight from the 70's polyester looking hair, but more of that will be in the other blog.<br />
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I'm looking at the photo comparing us, there is not much difference hairwise, in fact I'm wishing my hair would do the whole ball afro thing at least my hair would look neater and also it would be much easier to dress up as a microphoneMiss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-69979602147368473352009-09-14T15:05:00.001+10:002009-09-14T15:05:16.628+10:00Grey skies and hairs ahead.<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>I was looking in the mirror this morning… as I do most mornings, dwelling on the horrible state my hair is in, it’s no longer short enough to be a cute afro but it’s nowhere near long enough to be cascading ringlets, it’s instead I have this monster of tangles and matting with the occasional blonde remnant from highlights I got last year, anyways I was marvelling at how much my hair had grown since last year using the line left by my highlights and then I saw it a highlighted hair that went all the way to my scalp, but I haven’t’ had my hair highlighted since November last year, Jiminy cricket what is going on???? I of course panicked and pulled it out straight from the root and saw it in it’s wiry melanin depleted glory… my first grey, ok it’s not really grey at all it’s actually a beigey colour and I’m hoping and praying that it is a blonde patch (my brother has an unexplained blonde patch) that I never located due to a lifetime of never being able to see my own scalp a blonde patch of one lone hair but not a grey, it cannot be a grey I cannot go grey at 25 years of age, have you ever seen a hot woman with grey hair (I mean other than Bettina from Play School?) maybe but have you ever seen a hot girl with a salt and pepper afro ? no because grey and frizzy belongs to crazy cat ladies and whilst I hope to become a crazy cat lady (It’s why I moved to be closer to Enmore and have started investing heavily in a ‘vintage’ wardrobe) I was hoping to be hot for the next few years so I can entrap some sucker into knocking me up and ka’ching! child support for the next 20 years! But alas I’m going to have to move fast now before the rest of the buggers move in and I’m ruined! Oh yes there is at home hair dye which is quick and easy to use, but you have never had to dye the regrowth of an afro before and it’s not fun it requires four able bodied people to part the hair and then another two to apply the dye.</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Sigh.</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> </div> Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-70127001979045296752009-09-09T22:29:00.000+10:002009-09-09T22:29:58.504+10:00The Spank Bank: Part Two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNx70t-zTFRS3GGuUzSKzJVMSEIf0X0chESl_HJNnODlEnvcX6WLjUMqpKyJg4HoeFD7Bj9JGOHSYbsZKDP1c1SljM1dxJ8qBSXSXhGOyafMxwRHugYx3vKh13S5w9eyM5_ajkMQ/s1600-h/menI'dsmoke2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNx70t-zTFRS3GGuUzSKzJVMSEIf0X0chESl_HJNnODlEnvcX6WLjUMqpKyJg4HoeFD7Bj9JGOHSYbsZKDP1c1SljM1dxJ8qBSXSXhGOyafMxwRHugYx3vKh13S5w9eyM5_ajkMQ/s400/menI'dsmoke2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Garner">Mr James Garner</a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nuff said really, James Garner is a man, tanned nicely not to the leathery scrotum looking Mr Cary Grant but in a healtyish way (I'm not too fond of tanned me don't know why) anyways, have you seen <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maverick_%28TV_series%29">Maverick (the t.v. series)</a> You haven't well you should even if you aren't into light western comedies from the 50's Maverick rocks, and actually you should watch after James Garner Leaves and Roger Moore replaces him, Roger More isn't really Spank worthy but he is deliciously out of place.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Also The Great Escape! I mean him a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donald_Pleasance">Donald Pleasence</a> (to be in a future spank bank) had the whole simmering homoerotic love thing down pat waaay before Brokeback Mountain, I mean James Garner he was the fucking rock, there was nothing he wouldn't do for him! plus in the Great Escape he wears two clothing items that trigger a knicker change in me, a knitted turtleneck and the colour navy blue...phwoar</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-6081077037280293142009-09-07T15:59:00.001+10:002009-09-07T15:59:36.007+10:00Back at work<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Back at work after a whole week off sick! Am still sick but cannot afford to be off sick any longer </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Benefits of being back at work; </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt'><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>a)<font size=1 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'> </span></font></span></font><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Tropic Thunder is playing on loop (it was probably one of the best movies I saw last year)</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt'><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>b)<font size=1 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'> </span></font></span></font><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Not at home crying and praying for a better life under my doona</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt'><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>c)<font size=1 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'> </span></font></span></font><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Got to wear a bra today and not out of boredom, I appreciate the magic powers a bra has in rejuvenating me</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt'><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>d)<font size=1 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'> </span></font></span></font><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Got to wear jeans today, (I have actually been living in this hideous lilac floral mumu for the last week)</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt'><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>e)<font size=1 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'> </span></font></span></font><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Havent’ got my voice back and people think they are talking to a robot with static, but I don’t care, I can say robot stuff and it’s mildly amusing</span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt'><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>f)<font size=1 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'> </span></font></span></font><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Got to have a mental affair on the bus with Jason Bateman and it was hawt! And teen wolf 2 themed </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:18.0pt'><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:18.0pt'><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face=Arial><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Arial'> </span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size: 12.0pt'> </span></font></p> </div> Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-4155672896914149182009-09-05T00:44:00.000+10:002009-09-05T00:44:38.801+10:00sickI have been off sick for the whole week I have not had a cold this bad in such a very very very long time, it's quite weird waiting for a cold to go away, I'm not smoking i'm not drinkinga and I'm not eating crap but my head still is full of goo and I have no voice.<br />
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I'm also super bored, and in my immense boredom of not having anything to do (and being dosed up on cold a flu tablets and massive amounts of vitamin c) have concocted in my head that someone has died, no body specific, but I have been trawling obituraries for the last few hours and checking facebook to make sure all my friends (or at least all my friends with facebook ) are alive.<br />
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I have had unlimited access to internet over the last six days it's the only thing I have the slightest amount of energy to do but I look at it look at the same five sites I always look at and then go straight to bed, I could be making Latvian pen pals or learning Spanish or attempt to read all of Wikipedia I could be attempting to improve myself in some way and all I do is look at clothes, girls in clothes and blogs written about girls in clothes...<br />
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Please I hope I'm not becoming dumber,<br />
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Please I hope nobody is dead, thinking someone is dead is a horrible feelingMiss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-22924934911285816612009-09-02T20:11:00.000+10:002009-09-02T20:11:42.153+10:00SickI haven't left home for the last three days, when I cough I double over in pain, my head hurts, I have no voice and I'm bored beyond belief.<br />
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To shake things up today I decided to put on a bra.Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805713.post-70646100698330860902009-08-31T22:22:00.003+10:002009-08-31T22:57:23.371+10:00How am I going?I feel like crap! I have felt like crap for a very long time and now I feel like super crap, I wish I could say it's some emotional romantic dilemma that involves a vengeful ex girlfriend and my family held hostage but alas life in the Kimberly world is never adventurous.<br /><br />I just have a fucking horrible cold, not a boo hoo I'm a little stuffed up better take the day off work wink wink and go to IMAX instead...I wish. It's one of those painful colds where every muscle hurts (especially my right bicep go figure) and my head is packed full of swollen sinus ejaculate (trying to work some new words for snot into everyday conversation) and all I can stomach is soup but when I have soup unless it's chunky I can't tell the difference between it and ejaculate (well that and the fact there is usually a massive quantity difference I'm just chuckling this bit in but look at the the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ejaculation">wikipedia entry on ejaculation it has a video</a>) which was what happened with 'The man wth no names' Potato and Leek soup today last night he made <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mulligatawny">mulligatawny</a> which when I'm well is divine and one of the best things on earth but when I'm sick it's spiced ejaculate with chicken and apple pieces.<br /><br />Ok this really makes me sound like a right slurry doesn't it?<br /><br /><br />Anyways in Other non ejaculate related Kimberly stories my dear friend 'The Americano' has come and left Australia and we managed to condense two and half years of half arsed friendship into ten days of overbearing clingy awkwardness... and that was just from me<br /><br />No it was actually quite nice, I really don't have a core group of friends in Sydney who meet up every saturday and talk and drink like they do on T.V most of my friends have either a) moved away from Sydney or b) are individuals that I can't just group together with other friends and kill two birds with one stone or c) people trying to fuck me. So it was good catching up and having amzing meals and drinking massive quanities of alcohol and talking, talking is one of my favourite things except now that when I talk I remember stuff from my drug addled youth(that's Kimberly from ages 17-22) like dressing up in very odd costumes and fighting people in said costumes... which led me to locate said pictures from my fightingd days... day... night.<br /><br />It's not good Kimberly in grey boilersuit thing made of stretchy paper material not good.<br /><br />Need more drugs to forget it.Miss Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16092265904477522719noreply@blogger.com0