Kimberly in nutshell

I'm still alive

I'm still fat

I'm still broke.



I have recurring dreams that involve me being in a situation where I can go back to university and finish one of the million partial degrees I have collected.

I have another recurring dream where all my ex man-friends (well at least the ones I like) gather in a support group sobbing openly about missing my wonderful self.

There is also the recurring dream where I have sex with a dragon... but I think that's more to do with a unfulfilled dream I have to build a career out f doing watercolours of peoples cats.

Sigh... did you miss me?

Apologies

Sorry but you know  work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, alcohol, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, sleep, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, alcohol, work

 

Life is great…ish

New house is good, the job is good the family is good

I can’t complain mainly because I haven’t got enough time to do so.

 

 

Will you still need me? Will you still feed me? When I'm twenty-four

As of Monday I am now officially twenty-four years old, It's been a good so far I have spent the the last week eating drinking and sitting on a phone waiting for it to ring.

The new job is going well, everyone at work (by everyone I mean the majority of the young girls in my team) dislike me but everyone else is absolutely delicious... well deliciousish.

New house leaks when the sudden end of Summer deluges hit but apart from that the house is still standing.

Due to the base of my bed not being able to fit up the staircase to go into my room, I have created my own very comfy mattress base with twenty milk crates, and because the bed is so wonderful, I have also furnished my room with a milk crate wardrobe and soon a milk crate computer table with more milk crate goodies yet to come.

My darling brother gave me the most wonderful present I went to the Laneway Festival! and it was uber fantastic.

As a birthday pressie to myself I bought myself tickets to go so see my most favourite band at the moment Nouvelle Vague and I had even more of a blast.

Life is ok, still poor but somewhat happier... for now

New Job New House, New Year

I have a new place, with a new housemate, and a new giant fridge.

for once in my life I can say I'm slightly smaller than the size of a fridge.

I have a new job, it's with a multi-national telecommunications company and it's soooo fricking good!

and I won't be pestering people on the phone they'll be pestering me!

Now I can start paying off my debts, and start saving for Splendour 2008... WOOT!

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Sex:

Sex, it's a very fluid thing,

It relies on fluids (alcoholic) to get started

It requires fluids (personal) to keep going

And it ends in the expelling of more fluids (personal again).

And of course those fluids could possibly combine and create a new creature that will expel more fluids (digestive) for you to clean up.

Ok just a random thought, I have been preoccupied with sex of late, mainly because I managed to hook up two of my very good friends for a couple of sordid nights, despite their protestations, and all I needed was alcohol and a couple of subtle hints like

"he's gagging for a root!"

Oh goodness I am indeed a wordsmith!

Anyways they got laid, and I have realised my sledgehammer subtlety can be useful sometimes.

And I am considering offering my services to help all my friends appreciate the joy that is drunken casual sex.

And no not with me...

so are there any takers?

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At Last a reason to learn how to drive!

I have been umming and ahhing over getting a licence and a car but at last a decent use for a car

And apparently my friend who is visiting Sydney this week will also have a hire car for me to try this on.

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Scorese doing Hitchcock to sell wine

I just saw this, I likee, if you a are a wanky film buff like moi you may like it too.


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Happy New Year!

I'm on my way out to go see one of my favourite groups 'Pink Martini' so this won't be a very long entry.


I just wanted to say quickly that 2007 was one of the best years of my life mostly because of all of the wonderful people I have met, I have been luckily enough to meet and hang out with the kindest, smartest, funniest, sexiest and most generous individuals these last few months and I just want to send you all out a big cyber hug to you all (if you read this blog at all)

and I'll write about my new house soon and maybe post some piccys.

Hooray a new year

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