Archive for June, 2010

Slept in again. No time to blog. Catch up later.

Lani xx

PS I love you guys, thanks for sticking up for me against “mark”, but you know he’s addicted to this shit right? He gets off on being a piece of excrement. Look for common words in negative posts, his vocab is pretty limited. You guys are smart, go back through the comments, there is a pattern Have fun hehe.

I will be contacting the police after work today to deal with the fuckwit who copied pics of my family off my real facebook and sent a threatening email.

This is not on. I know who you are, I am not putting up with this shit, and you just crossed the line by dragging my family into this.

OOOOhhhhh whos a clever fuckwit? Loooky at this, he found a stalker email he could use, like one of Gadget’s, it self destructs….

If you do, he’s apparently nicked off and given my number to a debt collector on the way out…. That’s not cool.

Anyway, if you do know him there is a reward for his phone number/contact details which I am quite happy to pass on for any information – I don’t like people trying to pin their dishonesty on me.

Let me know…. we can play at being like detectives or bounty hunters I’m pretty sure I’ve got an outfit like that somewhere hehehe.

OOh, it’s decided. I’m Bunny, Bounty Hunter heheheh.

Mini update – Johnny , can’t publish your comment cos my butt might get sued, but WOOOT!! good work finding him

Had a mini meltdown (clutter and dirty laundry induced if you must know – Lani likes things spick’n'span) and am not going to work today because I need to fix this disgusting hovel of a house.

It is too little, and I have too much stuff, including a veritable mountain of dirty laundry to wade through before I can reach the washing machine to get my clothes done. And I have to peg it out when its done cos the bloody drier is still fucking broken. That is ghey imo.

If you don’t hear from me again, I may have been smothered in an avalanche of not quite clean knickers. Look for hot pink polar fleece, I am still in my dressing gown as I didn’t have anything sexy and clean to throw on for work.

So….. I threw a tantrum and now I am not going, but since I am not going I figured I had better get stuck into all this or Wifey is going to glare the house down when she gets back. She went out because I was being a knob at her…. Fair enough I suppose.

Look out house, you are about to get cleaned so hard your head (roof?) will spin.

Lani, woman on a mission. No time for kisses today lolz.

And here I was hoping for another hilarious injury lolz.

Alias took lots of pics while we were away so I’ll be uploading some new photos to the gallery when I get some free time.

We went and did a body balance class together (I had fun, Alias had issues with lycra girly bottoms staring at his lack of co ordination hehehehe) and then went to a petting zoo where Alias got frightened by a cow and a daddy kangaroo growled at me and slapped my on the hand with both huge clawed paws…. oopsy lolz. I wasn’t handing over the food fast enough.

I think Alias enjoyed both things more than he said he did. We made friends with a tiny pony

Then we had a really nice massage and facial before we went home. We were supposed to get scones and a hot chocolate with the treatments but we missed out, so the lovely girl from reception chased us out to the car and gave us a little box of chocolates each instead. How nice is that? Remind me to ring her boss and put in a plug for her

We shagged as well but I’ll let Alias tell you that part

OOpsy. Running late again. Talk later, Bai….

Lani xx

So, I was being all good and stuff, and then these apartment people moved me over to Beaumont St. It’s Newcastle’s cafe/boutique shops sort of place, there’s Darby street as well over in Cooks Hill which is just as bad as far as I am concerned, but anyway, talk about being dropped into temptation central.

Anyway’s, thank fuck I’ve had a good week. The credit card has copped an absolute bashing, but at least all the stuff I got can be claimed for work, 90% of what I bought this week was from Naughti and Nice hehehe. I made Wifey change my add in the herald to something about Costume Queen

I’ve now got  -

• Naughty Nurse (which I had before but it was too big)
• Delivery Girl (khaki tie up shirt and shorty shorts)
• Hawaiian girl
• Teddy Bear – it looks like something Rainbow Brite would wear
• Victorian lady in french lace, complete with matching parasol
• 3 new bikinis, one fluffy black, one fluffy pink, one red tartan
• lots of school girl outfits
• a mermaid costume (it was for a party, but its there lol)
• a wedding dress

The very talented Alias has booked me for this weekend and assures me he is bringing his camera so I might have some new gallery pics for next week

We’re staying at one of the resorts in Port Stephan’s, which was the inspiration for yesterdays splurge… a peach tulle skirt with satin lining and a black waist with a  bow and a little cute black cardigan with a bow sewn in black sequins on the front Also a blue top with a kinda pharoah-ish neck piece with blue crystals that can be removed

And the two dresses I had put away for me Which are so hot I’ll just show you I think… next week maybe

I will be so fucking glad when I get the Charlestown place back. There are no shops within walking distance hehe. Also Wifey packs me lunches when I am working there, and sometimes she puts treats in

I want more teddy cakes with the chocolate bases nom nom nom.

And now I am hungry. Damn. Ok, I need breakfast, I’ll catch you guys later.

Lani xx

Ok… several of my more fatherly friends have been ringing or whatnot “to make sure I am ok” after the blog about the mechanic. This is not the first time people have misunderstood my intentions in blogging while angry.

Let me state this very very clearly, for the record. I am not crying out for help. I am not about to go off the deep end. I am getting it off my chest, that is all. I felt angry then, now I feel like it has been dealt with, at least partially, because I have written about it, thrown it out to the universe, and it isn’t just my problem anymore. Problem shared is a problem halved and all that.

I find venting absolutely necessary for me. If I don’t release negative energies like anger or pain or frustration, they make me sick. No joke. I start getting tension headaches and digestive problems.

I am an extremely loud person, I need to occasionally scream at the sky, and while this is definitely disconcerting to others, it makes me feel 100% better. I find blogging about whatever is pissing me off to be just as cathartic, and also it doesn’t bother my neighbors anywhere nearly as much.

I find it to be as necessary to me to vent my emotions as it is for me to vent my bowels (not pretty I know, but altogether vital to healthy living) – Again, if I don’t do it, I get sick. And everyone knows how good you feel after a nice trip away from others with a newspaper. I do both of these things first thing in the morning usually, and then go off to have a happy and carefree day (well, that’s the plan anyway) with all the shit from yesterday flushed out of my system

So anyway – Moral of the story. Lani is tough cookie. Lani is fine, thank you for asking. Lani is already over it, so don’t go upsetting yourself over yesterdays news…. Lani is undoubtedly off finding new and interesting ways to injure herself or amuse herself or both.

That’s it really. Chill, people.

Lani xx

PS just call me Ms Independant

AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!

Now I am, running late for today. Crapsticks.

That is all.

Lani xx

But first things first….

Yesterday was a really good example of me in defensive mode. I had received that email and responded straight off the top of my head. I didn’t take time to digest the content of the email, or I would have noticed that it wasn’t an attack. I felt attacked…. I felt a few things that in hindsight were not rational. They are – attacked, insulted, like my space was being invaded…. Like there was a good possibility I was about to get hurt. On the defensive.

That’s probably got more to do with the circumstances surrounding the breakup than anything he said to me, immediately after we broke up I had the absolute worst weekend of my life. I think a lot of the feelings from that weekend bubbled up when I read the email, which possibly led to me over reacting the way I did.

Anyway, I need to say that on re reading the email I could see that I had over reacted. The email was well written, even funny in places. It was not written in anger or spite but was a way for him to seek closure. He isn’t going to get it from me, but the vitriol I was spewing yesterday isn’t helping anyone either.

Hey, mechanic… You said in your email you are working towards becoming a good person again. That’s how you get your closure. I don’t have it in me to forgive you right now. You really hurt me – I didn’t deserve what you did and you know it.

Calling me a siren or blaming the way I look for your reactions and actions is immature and denies you the chance to own your decisions. You decided to be with me, don’t blame me for that. Don’t blame my looks, don’t blame my job, don’t blame poor fucking Aeryn – she’s never even met you. You need to accept that our major issue outside all the situational stuff was your inability to accept me warts and all.

He said in his email that you can take the girl out of the brothel but he wondered if you could take the brothel out of the girl…. Dude, that was an eyeopener in itself. If you love the girl, you shouldn’t want to. You should love her just the way she is. You knew before you made the decision to be with me who I was. I never lied to you the way you lied to me.

Good luck with your life. I hope you are a better person than you make yourself out to be. You could be, you had me fooled.

Ok, that shit is dealt with. Done, over, never to be mentioned again. Phew. *wipes brow*

And on to what I did yesterday that would be cranking on youtube if someone had filmed it. I did a backwards somersault across the bed…. earlier in the day I had managed to do one and get my knickers off at the same time.

Because I am a dickhead who likes to test her luck I tried it again in front of an awesomely cute boy…. bom bom bom… epic fail. I backwards somersaulted my forehead with great force onto my kneecap. Don’t ask me how, I don’t know either. End result, Lani has a shiner

For those of you wanting battered wife fantasies, I’m your girl. Rescue me from my nasty (imaginary) husband, I’ll be very grateful I promise You can kiss me better and everything I don’t have any white knight costumes, but maybe I should hire one for the week lol.

And I already know I’m a dick, and I already know that was a dumb thing to do. Next time I try it I’m getting someone to film it for sure. That way if I crack my head again it isn’t just me and a cutey laughing about it.

Apologies to Bob the Builda… He had a booking but then I cracked my self in the head and had to go home early. My bad. I’ll make it up to you.

And in other news, the apartment people fucked up somewhere and I have to move to Hamilton for a week. What a pain in the ass that is. I hate moving all my stuff. So anyway, I have to go do that now and shift over to the new place in Beaumont street. The parking situation, I am not sure but fairly certain it is going to be crappy, but we had a look at he pics online last night and it looks like a very pretty apartment.

Sorry about the fuckaround, but there isn’t much I can do I’m afraid. Back to Charlestown next week, and then hopefully I can stay put for a good long time.

Robyn – in case you think I am being hypocritical about the apartment, I thought of a way around the DA issue – serviced apartments with no lease. If I am booted I don’t lose any money except for what I’d lose if I was in a hotel anyway I don’t lose a lease or have to move furniture or anything. On the down side its pretty expensive.

Ok, I gotta get a wriggle on. Moving house again today

Lani xx

Entries seem to be drying up. Get to work slackers!!! Nah, kidding lol.

I’ve seen a few good ones, would love to see a few more I like seeing what you guys think of – Gens has speech bubbles for example, with me saying funny things I never would have come up with that on my own

Doop de doo, that is all

Lani xx