Normally, I try not to write too much personal stuff on this blog. That's what LJ is for. However, I've made a few revelations about myself lately that made me think that, as I wrote to two friends of mine earlier today, self absorbtion is not attractive and I've been a little ugly of late.

Truthfully, I don't have much going on at the moment. Sure, there's uni part-time, work full-time, and the very late lead up to preparations for Easter, but compared to some, my life is pretty damn good. If you excuse the fact that my accounts are in the red and I don't have time to write as well as keep up the look I so meticulously started after my holiday that I'm quite proud of. Please don't get me started on my love life, whatever/wherever the hell that is. Meh.

I'm feeling so out of touch with the people I care about in my life. Even when I'm with them, I'm still thinking about my own shite rather than just enjoying their company. I have friends that have their own problems and they don't need me to add to them by all but ignoring their situation, that is assuming I even know they have a situation in the first place. I've been in this situation before and it wasn't nice. I don't want to visit that again. Unlike last time, now I have far too many pies for my fingers rather than one big, all encompasing pie and I need to rationalise a few things.

What I'm trying to say is that I need to get off my bum and stop feeling sorry for myself. The sub-title of this blog is "It's all about me" when life really isn't. Nothing will change until I effect that change. I ask you all to bear with me while I do it.

I love my sister. She sent me this last night.

Five tips for being a woman. It is important:
1. That a man helps you around the house
2. That a man makes you laugh.
3. To find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.
4. That a manloves you and spoils you.
5. That these four men don't know each other.

Continuing the vein of silliness for today, here's some beefcake for breakfast since it has been a while.


Gotta love the French. While on the rugby field, you may run the risk of racking and losing an eye, off the field they're a pretty all right bunch...

The Other Minogue

...was one of my favourite groups marching in the Mardi Gras Parade last night. They had placards that cried "I can sing too", refering to the oft forgotten Danii Minogue.

The parade was fantastic with it's fair share of political statements as well as pride celebrations. Next year, I'm going to volunteer and if I can't, I'll definately be seeing it again. Fo too long it has been on around my birthday and it was only this year I finally got to watch it. I think it may well become my birthday tradition.

This shot was stolen from Reuters and was taken at last years parade.

Before I forget to tell you Miss Honeydeath, it would appear that T shoes are back in fashion. I saw lots when I was shoe shopping (for a wedding, honest!) and watching Kylie's Showgirl Tour on telly tonight reminded me.

A very special, albeit early, thanks need to go to the lovely Taryn, who came to the party literally with a camera when I was a dunce and forgot mine and took a bunch to photos of the parade. Thanks gorgeous! I'll link here to a website when they're ready.

Even though I should be doing work, I'm going to procrastinate just 'cause. I got this from DV Not sure why questions 21-23 are missing though.

1. What is your occupation? Scientist

2. What color are your socks right now? Blue

3. What are you listening to right now? The sound of the fan from my co-workers computer

4. What was the last thing that you ate? Cake that my lovely co-workers organised for my birthday

5. Can you drive a manual car? Yup

6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Outragous orange

7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My mum

8. How old are you today? 31, but that number will change tomorrow

9. Favorite drink? Brown Brothers Dolcetto and Syrrha

10. What is your favorite sport to watch? Tragic as it is, I like watching cricket

11. Have you ever dyed your hair? Yes. Four weeks ago as a matter of fact. Must look at doing it again

12. Pets? I'm in my early 30's and single. Of course I do! The child substitute is named Hades.

13. Favorite food? Thai

14. What was the last movie you watched? The Unseen

15. Favorite day of the year? Any weekend, really

16. What do you do to vent anger? Vent at someone I trust who knows I just need a sounding board. Usually, that person is Honey-death. That woman is a marvel.

17. What was your favorite toy as a child? I had too many to just pick one

18. What is your favorite, autumn or spring? Autumn.

19. Hugs or kisses? Hugs from friends. Kisses from someone incredibly gorgeous even if I have to restrict myself to just kisses.

20. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate? Both, then add cream, berries and chocolate fudge.

24. Living arrangements? Me plus one cat, a JB a couple of nights a week

25. When was the last time you cried? New Years

26. What is on the floor of your closet? I don't have a closet. On the bottom of my wardrobe on the other hand...

28. What did you do last night? Ate comfort food, cleaned the kitchen and watched The Biggest Looser.

29. Favorite smells? Baking biscuits or cake and coffee. Rain.

30. What inspires you? Courage

31. What are you afraid of? spiders, seriously.

32. Plain, cheese or with-the-lot hamburgers? Cheese, but only proper hamburgers from wog shops, not wossy American style burgers from Maccas.

33. Favorite dog breed? Irish Wolfhound

34. How many years at your current job? 5, about 3 too many.

35. How many states have you lived in? Only the one, I'm afraid

36. Have you ever been on a motorcycle or driven machinery? I'm a damn good pillion if I do say so myself.

37. Favorite TV show? Queer as Folk

38. Favorite day of the week? Friday, because you have the weekend stretching out before you.

39. Is your house phone a cordless? Yes and it's red.

40. Ten centimetres of snow, or 40 degrees C? Give me snow.

I've decided to sell off some of my old garb. In the past, I've given frocks away, with the expectation that I would receive some form of fabric compensation from those to whom I have bequeathed my frocks, but have received nothing. One of the lasses has even yet to wear the dress I gave her.

So, a selling we will go. My Jacobian jacket, the Brueghel, a generic Renaissance Italian (if Fiora still doesn't want it) and an early 14th century ensemble (you know the one in which I look like a nun?) are all going to go. I'm not sure of the pricing yet and pictures will be on the blog soon. They would fit a size 14-ish. Any takers?

Of course, there has to be a pic. There was going to be a dishy guy Monday thing happening (Beefcake for Breakfast if you will), but I just didn't get there yesterday. So here's a guy for your viewing plllleasure.


It just goes to show that all men are not created equal.