Archive for March, 2010

It is an absolutely gorgeous day in Newcastle today… warm, sunny, nice refreshing breeze that isn’t too cold even in a wet bikini… my ideal kinda day

I’m really enjoying my few days off and making the most of them… I probably don’t do that enough, really. My flatmate (Wifey) and I got rip roaring drunk last night and ended up holding each others hair in the garden, charming I know, but something we havn’t done since the first time we were flatmates a few years ago….. somewhere along the line that sort of thing dropped out of our weekly schedule lol.

I woke up feeling fantabulous this morning, I took one look out the window and decided we absolutely MUST take a drive up to Nelsons Bay and find a relatively secluded beach to fool around and take photos at, something I like to do occasionally for your perving pleasure hehe.

Despite poor Wifey’s hangover and initial reluctance to do anything at all, I managed to talk her into it and we had a great drive up to the bay, stopping at these markets sort of half way there. I have no idea what they are called or where in hell we were, but we were hungry, so I pulled over, and ended up blowing way too much money on the most gorgeous painting….  It’s up over my mantle already It’s by a lady from Forster, and its perfect, I loved it at first sight. I’d love to show you but my blog isn’t co operating for some reason…. Maybe it doesn’t like the painting lol.

From there we drove up past Nelson’s Bay, which was packed out with no parking anywhere, and a little bit further up to a place called Little Beach, which was just perfect. There were a few more people than I would have liked, so the pics are pretty tame, but I still had an awesome swim (well ok, paddle) and it was just really nice to be out in the sunshine, enjoying the really brisk but pristine water, watching all the little fishies swimming around my feet… Wifey even saw a little stingray but I was in the loo at that point so I missed it There are pelicans flying about all over the place, which made me kind of nervous, I’ve seen pelicans do fly-bys on parked cars before…. The results are never pretty or pleasant lol.

The area up there is soooo pretty… I’ve always wanted to buy my beachhouse in Newcastle but I don’t think it would take too much arm twisting to make me choose somewhere around the bay – it’s amazing how clean and beautiful it is up there considering the traffic they get, especially in the holidays. I’ve posted a few pics from today (bikini pics hehe) on my facebook page, and I’ll add them to this blog as soon as the blog stops whinging about fatal errors and the like. Apparently it thinks there are too many pics in this blog already. I strongly disagree lol.

We left the beach before we got too toasted and right now I’m on my huge comfy couch at home, halfway through a big pack of Pringles, and considering going to bed with a book until it’s time to get up and go to the movies… Wifey’s best friend (her other one, that is) is a champion, she gave us two tickets to go and see Alice in Wonderland tonight, she’s seen it already and thought it was awesome and she wants someone to talk about it with lol.

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The next morning, sometime pre-dawn…

OK, so Hollywood bastardized another classic. Visually, Alice in Wonderland was spectacular… Its the kind of thing designed to be watched on acid. The first 3/4′s of the movie wasn’t too bad at all, if somewhat plotless and lacking in depth and volume, at the very least it was very pretty, 3D was pretty cool and the glasses weren’t red and green like I was expecting, they looked like the glasses you get with sex shop secretary outfits lol…(hey Alias, regretting not seeing Avatar in 3D, have I missed the boat on that one do you think?)…. It was when Johnny Depp started breakdancing during the rather all too easy and predictable conclusion that my contempt gland started pumping…

Fucking americans and their break dancing. Look, it’s just not something that is appropriate in all situations. For Alice in Wonderland I think something along the lines of a jig or a reel would have been more appropriate, but no. It’s american, so you get pretty much what those orange things were doing during David Bowies Labyrinth…. heads coming off and spinning and everything. Only its Johnny Depp nearly 25 years later, doing the same thing with more technology and less style and a kind of retarded look on his face, he perfected it during Edward Scissorhands and for this movie did the same thing with yellowing gappy teeth and an overly frizzed orange wig. Oh, not to mention that old green grin Johnny was apparently the love interest for the sweet young Alice? Pffft. He’s a bit past love interest stage, with the healthy glow of a mouldering corpse… Supurb…. no hang on, thats not the word. Stupefying, thats the one lol.

Anyway, my cat is having hysterics because I committed the cardinal sin of running out of the tinned stuff last night, and dry food for breakfast is apparently a grave insult if you are a spoilt lil fluffy white cat. If I don’t go to the shops  she’ll start getting narky at me soon… Bossy lil cow she is lol. She’s going to be a crappy super villian cat (think inspector gadget or Austin powers lol – super villians need a fluffy fat white cat ) if she doesn’t learn her place as sidekick before she gets fat….

I’m sure anyone who’s been following my blog knows I’ve been feeling a bit off colour lately… I’m not sure if I’ve had one particularly sneaky and nasty flu for the last month or so, or a series of different ones, each popping its head up just as the previous one seems to be just about done with me.

I’m usually full of rude health, and just rudeness in general, so this is irritating the hell out of me I can tell you. I’ve had to cancel more bookings in the last 3 weeks than I have in the 6 months before that, which I hate doing (I feel like I’m letting people down, never a good thing) because I keep thinking I’m all better, and then feeling awful again. This morning I was all full of vim, and now I feel headachy and tired and generally yucky. And I didn’t go to the beach yet or anything

I’m going to see my doctor tomorrow morning, it was the first appointment I could get. I’ll get my iron levels checked and make sure it isn’t that, make sure I don’t have swine flu or monkey flu or whatever the latest mutation is, hopefully it isn’t zombieplagueflu, I’ve heard theres a bit of that going around and I don’t know anything about it but I bet it isn’t good for your complexion lol. Got this picture of reginald shoe from discworld in my head for some reason lolz.

In the mean time I’ll keep myself occupied sorting out all the tours I have coming up – I should be visiting  most corners of the country sometime by July – I think I’m skipping the far north and the far west in the first half of the year, and covering Melbourne, Canberra, Adelaide, Hobart and possibly Brisbane and the Gold Coast if I can squeeze it in

The schedule at this stage is looking like:

• Melbourne – dates not set but somewhere between the 5th and the 18th of April
• Canberra – 23 – 26 April
  
• Alice Springs – 5 – 7 May (not set – depends on interest, email if you are keen)
• Adelaide – EITHER 5 – 7 May if Alice Springs doesn’t go ahead OR 8 – 10 May if it does
• Hobart/ Launceston in June or July, with a side dish of Hannah available for connoisseurs….

I’ve still got a packed out inbox, and it’s something I really need to get to work on. If you’re reading this and wondering why I’m blogging instead of answering your enquiry, I havn’t got a good answer for that lol. I’ve got the really honest crappy one tho…. this is fun and inbox is appallingly overstocked and a little bit intimidating. Sorry. Not really good enough, I know. In my defense I do feel pretty terrible and I’m generally OK with keeping email under control when I’m in full health, even if the phone is an epic fail most of the time.

I’ll get on top of it at some stage I’m sure, but it probably won’t be til my mouth stops tasting like kitty litter and the drum and bass band currently bashing out a fairly terrible set in my frontal lobes gives up and realises that they were never cut out for the music scene. Hopefully that will coincide with the sinus gods smiling upon me once more, and maybe then my ears will finally pop and I will stop impersonating a deaf old lady….. “whaaaaaaaaaaat? Speak up, I can’t hear you!!  Don’t mumble!!”

Mind you, this morning I felt fine, could have sworn I was back to 100% and that the flu had been conquered and I was all primed to hit the beach…. weird and disappointing, all at once. To make matters worse, I was guaranteed a good park, everyone would have been at the Newcastle Show today… Normally you have to take pot luck and hope to hell theres a free space when you get there, but I did a lap this morning* while I was still feeling awesome and it was all eerily empty and quiet and deserted and just gorgeous. Stupid flu, I hate you. The beach would have been alllllllll miiiiiiiiine lol.

Ok, enough whinging and procrastinating. I am gonna knock my inbox down to 13 pages before 4pm, that is my mission for today. Wish me luck, I think I’ve got 18 pages at the moment.

Lani xx

*for those not familiar with Newcastle, a “lap” is a quick tour of the inner city beaches, usually from the Foreshore near Newcastle Train Station, past  Horseshoe Beach, Nobbies Beach, Newcastle Beach, Susan Gilmore Beach, Bar Beach, Dickson Park Beach and Merewether Beach, ending in Merewether Heights…. Highly recommend this for tourists, its super super pretty and one of my favourite things about living in Newcastle.  Happy to include it in bookings for interested peoples if we have time

Ahh frustration. There’s nothing like coming out of a full on busy week with a full inbox to attend to when you get home.

I don’t mind emails, there is something a bit therapeutic about turning a full inbox into a full calendar, but I have to say that realising that about a third of the emails are questions/demands/complaints about why I havn’t yet attended to the other 2/3rds of the emails can be a bit ummm……. depressing.

I do try, really I do, its just that I don’t have any clones yet, and all this stuff has to be done by me lol. I have had assistants for all this in the past, but that wasn’t working very well really. For one thing, it does lack that personal touch. The other thing was that I had to provide rosters and pay wages and work out taxable income and superannuation and all this other stuff, and really, it wasn’t that great a timesaver.

So what we are left with basically, is me. And I am timepoor… its a fact. My calendar may not reflect that on days when it seems that all I have to do is a couple of hours work, but my calendar doesn’t show preparation time for bookings or time spent on admin or anything other than actual sessions with clients, which is the best, easiest, most fun part of the job, and the part that takes up the least time lol.

So on the one or two days a week I try to leave free for getting through a weeks worth of admin, I do my best. I’ve given up trying to be superwoman, partly due to stress management and partly due to not owning a cape. And I changed my contact page on the website to reflect that, so I don’t think I am being terribly unreasonable, just more practicle.

I’ve found that most of the time people are under the impression that I have a carefree life with no responsibilities, and I have all the time in the world to be answering emails, and having steamy conversations on the phone. Also, I wake up looking like someone spent 10 hours restyling me in my sleep, in designer knickers with fresh breath and a full face of make up, ready for a big porn style shagging, after which I will still be sweet smelling, sweat free with makeup unsmudged and hair perfectly coiffed.

I wish lol. I’m just a normal girl with a cool job. I still can’t answer the phone and talk about blowjobs at Coles or at mums place during dinner, I still get colds and flus and days when I just feel rubbish, I still have days when everything goes wrong and the world is conspiring against me. I’m currently working on the theory that I may be the Bridgette Jones of the sex industry. It’s defenitely a possibility.

Anyway, the moral of the blog is Duuuuuuuuuuuuude, I’ll get to you when I can. Enough with the whinging lol. I do want to meet you, I’m sure you’re an awesome guy and we’ll have an amazing time together, but right now I’m trying to find my keys cos I’m 15 minutes late already… Next time I sit down I will def answer your enquiry but that might not be this week. Sorry if that is an issue….

Lani xx

This morning I rose at 6am on purpose… I had a booking organised for 8.30am in a town an hour away. This booking was organised over the phone a few days ago, the conversation had been lovely, and I’d recieved a text not long after the call from the guy saying how much he was looking forward to seeing me.

So I get up early, in the dark, have a coffee to break up last nights spider webs, turn my workphone on, and there is a message from last night wanting confirmation. Phone is turned off at night, being as that’s when I sleep and stuff. Especially if I have to be up at 6am for a booking.

I sent a text back confirming that I was about to leave, and got one back saying I hadn’t confirmed last night so he was halfway down the freeway and wouldn’t be home.

WTF???? Who does that? I have to say I am far from impressed, the sun still isn’t quite up yet and I’ve already been stood up. And this is after getting stood up yesterday afternoon as well…. Well, all I can say is I really don’t like having to get up early for people who think I can magically answer the phone 24/7  and that if I have your number and your address and a time and place to be there I will show up when I bloody said I would, and that texting after business hours and not getting a response probably means I have a life and I’m off living it, and will get back to you when I’m back in work mode.

Garrrr. People shit me. I need more coffee.

Grumpy Lani xx

OK… its 7am. I have to be somewhere that is one hours drive away at 8.30am. I have to arrive looking fantabulous. I am however still in my pyjamas with a rather impressive freeform birds nest in my hair. Blogging even. Totally not get off my ass and getting ready.I have managed to polish off my first coffee though, and I am out of bed. Surely that counts for something…. I seriously have to get up, hey.

I’ll do it in a minute, I swear.

This is Alexa’s fault… she asked for another blog and I find it soooo hard to say no to such a pretty lady

Ok ok, I’m going…

Lani xx

So the week didn’t start off well… I havn’t blogged at all due to the fact that I was a bit of a smartypants on twitter and demanded that the cold that was lurking in the background of my sinuses either strike me down or bugger off. Silly me… of course it took the first option lol. It even struck down my lovely flatmate, whom I call Wifey, the next day, making it impossible for me to beg for sympathy and chicken soup. Unfair I say.

I spent most of Monday, all of Tuesday and a good part of Wednesday regretting my rashness, and hoping with all of my might that I would be 100% better by Thursday, when I was due to spend the night with the lovely gent who gave me those gorgeous chocolates I showed you last week. It seemed to work…. by Wednesday lunchtime I was running around the house searching for the perfect dress to wear to Lady Gaga that night

I went and saw Lady Gaga when she was headlining for the Pussycat Dolls last year, and she was amazing. I left last year when the Pussycat Dolls were playing as there is only so much you can take from glorified strippers who can’t sing, and in my opinion the star of the show had already left the stage – Gaga put the Pussycat Dolls to shame. I was really really excited to be going to see her as the headline act, and I wanted to look amazing – which is why I stupidly went with the killer 5 inch heels. Epic fail number 2 for the week, the first being daring fate to bring on the flu. I had to leave half way thru the act due to my inability to stand on my sore swollen, still kinda weak from the flu feet

I did see her cry when she was telling us how much she loved us though… that was really sweet

On Thursday night, after sleeping the day away, I had to meet my date for a mystery dinner – my only instruction was to “dress classy”.

I settled on my purple dress from Cue – it’s one of my favourites. It has very structured shoulders, a plunging, eye popping neckline, the kind you need hollywood tape for unless you’re a big fan of wardrobe malfunctions, a tiny little waist that I belted with a black patent leather skinny belt, and a bottom hugging knee length skirt… I wore it to my date at the Taj Blue the night that SDU had their drinks down stairs.. some of you might have already seen it. I paired it with my black studded heels, the ones I wear in most of my photos (incidently, the ones that did the damage at Gaga too), did my hair in a curled side part, and I was feeling pretty hawt all round when I met my date.

It turns out the mystery venue was the Summit restaurant, which was gorgeous as promised Not as gorgeous as the surprise he had waiting for me in our room though….. I will show you

more Cacao prettiness

We had an amazing dinner, as expected… Michael Moore the TV chef is name dropped all through the menu so I was kind of hoping for something a little bit spectacular. I went with the twice cooked pork with toffee apple glaze – heads up ladies, there is no polite way to smash the toffee layer without spraying your dress. Epic fail number 3.

Despite my inability to eat without making a godawful mess, dinner was great…. At least until we looked out the window. The Summit is a revolving restaurant. It was making me feel a bit ill, watching the city slowly spinning underneath me. That should have been a hint, in hindsight. I’ve eaten in lots of revolving restaurants, and they don’t usually make me dizzy…I knew it wasn’t that I was drunk – I had to drive home the next morning so I’d only had a couple of glasses of wine.

At this point I wasn’t feeling all that great, and it was starting to affect my mood. I’m ashamed to say that over the course of the night I degenerated into a snarly little cat, and eventually went to bed after confessing to my date that I just wasn’t feeling it.

Unlike most girls who advertise a girlfriend experience and offer an amazing service regardless of how theyare feeling, I am really bad at putting it on. Faking just isn’t my forte, and unfortunately I felt about as sexy as your average piece of roadkill. As dinner progressed I was feeling short tempered, sweaty, nauseous and generally like 7 kinds of awful served on burnt toast.

I tried to push through it – often when I am feeling a bit yuck I can get over it by concentrating on improving my mood and doing sensual but calming things like giving a massage. It’s amazing how often something as simple as that can change how I am feeling. Not this time however… All it achieved this time was a sweaty, queasy Lani dressed as a French Maid covered in Pjur trying not to fall over due to shaky legs.

I admitted defeat after my date gave me permission to go home – he thought I hated him. Epic fail number 4. I don’t hate him, I just can’t fake very well at all. I actually quite like him, and think he has a charming accent and an extremely kind nature, and is an all round amazing guy, especially seeing as he is still talking to me after what followed. Besides, I couldn’t go home, even if I’d wanted too – 2 glasses puts me over the limit to drive, and my car was downstairs.

What followed was terrible. It was worse than terrible. It was violent, obnoxious, noxious and viscous all at once. It was one of the most humiliating things that has occurred in my working life. Forget working life, lets include actual life as well. It was worse than the time I farted really loudly in year one, and that scarred me for the whole of primary school. It was worse than the time that year 12 kid pulled down my pants in front of the entire school when I was in year 7, and they all called me “3 hairs”…. and that was pretty bad.

I suppose I should tell you all what actually happened. I don’t know if you want me to though. I mean, it’s pretty gross. It starts out all innocent… and then gets nasty. Which is what you would expect in a good booking where dinner in a nice restaurant is involved, but this wasn’t a good booking. I would have to admit that this is possibly the worst booking I have ever had with  a nice client. Here I have a lovely man, who is witty and clever and funny, buys me amazing gifts, someone who is an absolute joy to spend time with, and over the course of the evening I have not only been short tempered, clammy and a slight bitch at him, I have also completely and utterly failed to put out, not buggered off when given permission to do so, I havn’t even had the decency to shut up and let him go to sleep.

Really, you think that would be enough, wouldn’t you? But no.

I suppose I have to tell you. I really don’t want to. Anyone who wants to pretend I’m a glamorous little plaything who smells like vanilla essence all the time had better stop reading or your illusions will be making sharp little tinkling noises all over the place, because what comes next isn’t pretty, or delicate, or vanilla scented, although I’m positive everyone involved wishes like Christ that it had been. Especially the vanilla scented part.

Well, you were warned, that’s all I can say.

I was snuggling down into the pillow when all of a sudden I didn’t feel good. My poor abused date was at my side, despite the terrible time he’d been having, trying to get to sleep when I told him I really wasn’t feeling well. He asked if I needed a bucket, to which I gave a solid yes, however, I have to say that while the gent in question is getting quite good at distance running from what I’ve heard, he has some work to do on his sprint. He didn’t make it. He didn’t even nearly make it, and I think it’s probably for the best all round that he was as far away as it was possible to be when the inevitable happened.

There have been movies with similar scenes in them. The one that immediately springs to mind is “The Exorcist”, only in that case they had the luxury of working with nice inoffensive green pea soup. Lucky them, that’s all I can say.

“Inoffensive” was not a word that would accurately describe any part of what happened. A way to accurately describe what happened would be to say “The front of my face exploded, forcing my hand away from my horrified mouth, reveiling what would, in slow motion, be shown to be a foul miasma, a reeking, splattering forcefield of spew that arced across the room, coating in its path the bed, the floor, my bags, the windowsill, the blind and curtains, and possibly a few things I didn’t notice as my soul recoiled from both the smell and the horror. I watched in earburning embarrassment as my poor date tried his best to clean up the mess while gagging and turning his head away from smell.”

THAT would be accurate. Unpleasant yes, but highly accurate. Epic fail number 5.

What followed after that was me being possibly more embarrassed than I thought it was capable for a human to be. I apologised so much it started irritating my date, who did comment at one stage that now he understood why I was being such a bitch (lol) all night. I admit it, I’m a narky cow when I’m ill, I can’t help it.

OK, I think we all know that booking someone for an overnighter and ending up having to change rooms because she hurled and the smell was more than any living thing could bear (I keep wanting to insert the “smell bad” clip from the labyrinth but youtube let me down this time…. lol) and not getting any sex at all and also she was cranky all night is pretty much the definition of “nightmare booking”.

There is no way I am going to let someone leave under the impression that that is what a booking with me is all about, so my date and I agreed to call it a sleepover and do a make up booking in the next few weeks – personally I am amazed and grateful that he wants to see me again after the incredibly unsexy show he got the other night.

There is a small issue though. He is from out of state… Melbourne to be exact. Now, I wasn’t really planning on going to Melbourne just yet but then again I have never planned to introduce Exorcist style antics into my bookings, so my thinking on this one is that plans change lol.

The plan at this stage is to visit Melbourne to kiss and make up sometime in the 2nd or 3rd week of April, so it looks like a whirlwind mini-tour might be in order before I head off to Canberra for Anzac Day to visit the gorgeous Ambrosia Rose And because it’s always nice to end on a good note, here are some pics of Amber and I getting our tits out for the lads

lol……. Ending the week in style. The pics refused to upload. Please refer to my facebook if you’d like to ogle at me and Amber getting our tits out for the lads lol. Epic fail number 6, and hopefully the last one for the week lol.

Signing off before I bugger anything else up,

Lani xx

I found this on the web somewhere and didn’t source it unfortunately – I just found it in an old email and thought it would be a good thing to share here This is the most accurate all round personality horoscope I’ve found for me. I made bold all the points I thought rang particularly true.

Scorpio/Sagittarius
November 19 to November 23

Scorpio is the eighth sign of the Zodiac; Sagittarius is the ninth. Scorpio is the sign of sex and death, the beginning and ending, and they explore these ideas from an emotional standpoint. Sagittarius uses knowledge to understand the world. Sagittarius is the sign of philosophy and religion, and people born under this sign are the scholars and learners of the Zodiac. Those born on the Scorpio/Sagittarius cusp seek the truth and the meaning of life, and they love to explore through knowledge. They are investigative and probing, often strongly intuitive and penetrating.

The astrological symbol of Scorpio is the Scorpion. The astrological symbol of Sagittarius is the Archer. Scorpio/Sagittarius are very determined, and once they’ve made up their minds, they are unlikely to change them. Expressing the fixed quality of Scorpio, they tend to be stubborn, refusing to give up when others have long since become bored and abandoned a project, and they get things done when no one else thought it possible. Even though Scorpio/Sagittarius are likely to remain true to their opinions and judgments once they have settled on them, they are not necessarily fixed or opinionated. They have no set plan or bias but seek to learn new ideas as they come. In this way, the mutable quality of Sagittarius is exemplified. They desire the freedom to do what they want when they want, and they tend to be impulsive and independent.

Scorpio/Sagittarius people tend to be concerned with deeper and focused learning. They are versatile and progressive, but at times they can be impatient and pushy if something isn’t getting done the way they want. Those who wish to change a Scorpio/Sagittarius mind often have trouble because they can never be sure what their motivation is; they are too complex and sometimes too secretive to be understood easily.

Scorpio is ruled by the planets Mars and Pluto. In ancient Roman mythology, Mars (and his Greek equivalent, Ares) was the god of war, and ancient astrologers assigned both Aries and Scorpio to this Planet. Pluto (and his Greek equivalent, Hades) was the god of the underworld, and when the planet Pluto was discovered early in the 20th century, astrologers assigned Scorpio to it. Scorpio’s modern ruler, Pluto, represents death and endings; it’s the sign of rebirth and regeneration.

Sagittarius is ruled by the planet Jupiter. In ancient Roman mythology, Jupiter (and his Greek equivalent, Zeus) was the king of the gods. Jupiter represents expansion in all its forms, including the mental outreach so prominent in Sagittarians, but it also may invite excess. It is the planet of luck, and many people born under Sagittarius do experience good luck. Scorpio/Sagittarians are interested in thought and outreach. They are intensely powerful, good-humored and generous.

The element associated with Scorpio is Water. The element associated with Sagittarius is Fire. Scorpio/Sagittarians tend to respond to the world through emotion and action, rather than practicality. They are eager and inspirational; they are about action and getting things started, but they can also seem irresponsible or tactless if they jump in too quickly. They want to experience life, rather than read about it, and they are outgoing and friendly. Scorpio/Sagittarians are motivated and loyal, but they are often misunderstood, and others may see them as dictatorial or sarcastic. They are broad-minded and enthusiastic, but they may sometimes seem to have foot-in-mouth disease, as they may talk too much or speak before thinking. Scorpio/Sagittarians are both mystical and scientific, a combination that makes them very aware of what is happening around them; they are a sign of great depth. Many enjoy travel and spiritual study and have daring and adventurous spirits.

Scorpio/Sagittarians aspire to be the phoenix or eagle, rising above the ordinary world and into something extraordinary. Their suspicion and jealousy can pull them down, but their passion and awareness can help them rise above this. They also love to have a good time and are outgoing and friendly. Many are natural comedians, sometimes exaggerating their adventures to entertain others. Their innate self-confidence may make them argumentative or blunt, but their intention is to learn, not to offend. They are high-spirited and enthusiastic, often flirtatious, and they tend to enjoy social life immensely.

In their leisure time, Scorpio/Sagittarians enjoy competition and challenge. They aren’t satisfied with moving along at half speed or lowering their abilities to let those with lesser skills beat them. Personal challenge is always appreciated, and they tend to prefer solitary or one-on-one sports that stretch them to the limit, such as skydiving and big game fishing. They tend to be lucky and may enjoy gambling. Their philosophical side makes them enjoy drama and debate, as well as most other mentally challenging pursuits.

In love relationships, Scorpio/Sagittarians are flirtatious, playful, caring and possessive. The great strength of the Scorpio/Sagittarius-born is in their determination to see things through to the end. They refuse to allow boredom to turn them away from projects, and they are committed to accomplishing what they set out to do. Their philosophical and exploratory nature makes it important to live life to the fullest, experiencing everything they can. Their great love of knowledge and exploration makes them one of the most learned characters of the zodiac.

November 19 to November 24

Individuals born on the Scorpio-Sagittarius cusp like to rebel against authority. Ironically, some will find themselves in positions of authority in later life, and they will use their authority with skill. They fare very well when they own their own business. If they work for others, they do best when they are allowed to work on their own.
Scorpio-Sagittarius may be wild, especially when young. This may be due to them feeling different from their peers. They may choose not to bother learning a trade so they can live a conventional life, but on the other hand, they may experience circumstances when young that may give them a sense of purpose.
To succeed, Scorpio-Sagittarius should follow their vision. They should remain honest and pure in their motivations. They need to learn to be objective, so they can stand back and observe how they are doing. They need to learn to forgive others and be less possessive.
Scorpio-Sagittarius can be very suspicious and jealous if they are not careful. This can keep them from attaining their potential. If they focus on their passions and awareness instead, they can learn to rise above the pettiness and do well. They are friendly and outgoing. Many have a terrific sense of humor. Some may find them a bit argumentative, but they really want to learn not offend others. High spirited and enthusiastic, Scorpio-Sagittarius may be flirtatious and fun to have around.
They love competitions of all kinds, especially those that pit them against one other person. They may enjoy gambling and seem to know Lady Luck personally. They enjoy debate and drama. In relationships, Scorpio-Sagittarius is playful, caring and may become possessive. They don’t allow boredom to affect their projects, and they truly want to see every project through to the end.

The Cusp of Revolution is progressive, powerful, determined, honest, independent and good humored. They may be playful, loyal, confident and generous. They are also known for their stubbornness, possessiveness, suspiciousness, impatience, vanity and temper.
Those born on the Scorpio-Sagittarius cusp learn quickly and well. They are fearless. It is very difficult for them to wait passively. They may be annoyingly pessimistic. They appreciate it when they receive praise for a job well done. They may have an incredible academic mind, and would make a good teacher, researcher or consultant. They may also excel at writing or publishing. They are adventurous and courageous, so travel intrigues them. They may also show interest in the occult and other similar subjects. They are very sensitive, but they don’t like to show their vulnerability.

Scorpio-Sagittarius cusp

November 19-24

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They weren’t just any old chocolates you know… I’m great at eating chocolates, but these ones are even prettier than Haigs Chocolates and thats a pretty big call. One that I realise I need to back up – so here are the pics

ok i admit it. I ate one.

OK… have been putting off starting this thing because I didn’t know what to write about. Well.. that’s not very productive at all, so here goes.

*POP*

There goes my blogging cherry… that should fix my issue of what to write about for my first blog… which incidentally coincided with my first bloggers block lol.

Now you can expect to hear about whatever is bothering my pretty little head… In the next few days that will include the Lady Gaga concert in Sydney, the answer to whether I’ll be able to eat the too pretty chocolates I’ve been hoarding in my fridge just in case I get another box of same, some musings about plans for shenanigans in the nations capital, and undoubtedly some whinging about technical issues as i get used to the blogging software. For example, I wanted the popping of my blogging cherry to be huge, but for some reason I can’t change the font size lol.

Right now I have to finish my coffee, get out of bed, find some tissues (still suffering from some stupid head-cold that’s been annoying me all week), feed my annoyingly persistent cat and go move furniture – I’m expecting a delivery of new wardrobes today, which is awesome except that it means i have to get rid of the old ones…..

Talk to you all after I finish lugging large objects around the house

Lani xx