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Which is good I needed subject matter that wasn't pictures of shoes.

I copied the questions too, is that ok?

I chose Gwen Stefani or No Doubt

Are you male or female? Just a Girl
Describe yourself: Holla Back Girl
Describe your inner: Sixteen
Describe your outer: A Little Something Refreshing
How do some people feel about you: Marry Me
What about some others? Sad for Me
How do you feel about yourself: That's Just Me
How do you feel about pain: Stricken
Describe your ex boyfriend: Spiderwebs
Describe your current significant other: Brand New Days
Describe where you want to be: Greener Pastures
Describe how you live: Luxurious
Describe how you love: Danger Zone
Describe how you wish you were: Rich Girl
What would you ask for if you had just one wish: The Real Thing
The way you feel right now: Simple Kind of Life
Your life philosophy: Magic's in the Makeup
Your view for the future: Big City Train
Share a few words of wisdom: What you waiting for?
Your biggest fear: Trapped in a Box
Now say goodbye: End it on This

More shoes...

Unnecessary detail...

I'm obsessed with my boyfriend's tummy. I've been fantasising about it all day. Its HOT! Its flat and you can see the muscles underneith. It looks so good when he's fucking me. *sigh* I'm so horny. Sunday we were too hung over to have sex and Monday I was still feeling off and he was 'sore' from Friday and Saturday sex anyway. *sigh* So now I have to wait til Friday to fuck again. *sigh*

Enter fantasising about shoes and hand bags I can't afford.

Everyone do a happy dance!

Good news!
1. Got an interview for my job, you know that I had to re-apply for, stupid public service fuckers. So yay for me! I'm breeze through interviews like they're a walk in the park. Panel interviews or not. One of the women on the panel is an old team leader and someone I keep in touch with even though she works in a different department now. The convenor rang me yesterday and sounds lovely. The third panel member will be a man and as long he's not a humourless git I should be alright. I crack bad jokes when I'm nervous. Just cos I'll be nervous doesn't mean I'm not confident and don't know my shit!

2. I got an email from the bank that appears to mean my personal debt consolidation loan was approved. I have to double check on a computer that has adobe. Goodbye fucking credit card debt.

3. The fucker at work that has been making my life a misery for the last 2 weeks has left subject to the outcome of the recruitment. Hopefully if she is successful she will pick a different shift to me. In the meantime, I hope she chokes on her poor people food or on her scrawney hick-looking husband's load.

Procrastination much?

You are Brigitte Bardot

Naurally sensual and beautiful You're an exotic beauty who turns heads everywhere You've got a look that's one of a kind

What Famous Pinup Are You?

You Are Sexy Black Boots

You only look like you could walk all over someone...

What Kind of Boots Are You?

Your Life is Like

Say Anything...

What John Cusack movie are you?

Your Perfume is Pink

You're confident, sexy, playful... And anything else you want to be. You are the brightest star in many people's lives. You see life as an adventure - and expect the unexpected. Power scents: Juniper berry, violet, and manadarin

What Perfume Are You?

I originally got Glow but fucked if I put anything related to JLo on my blog.

You Are Raspberry Chocolate Lip Gloss

You tend to approach life as a fun game - being playful at every turn. You're a flirt with flair, and your the type most likely to surprise your date. But you're popularity doesn't stop with guys... you've got a great group of girlfriends too! You're fresh, aggressive, and more than a little sassy. The tangy taste of raspberry and watermelon goes great on your lips.

What Flavor Lip Gloss Are You?

Your Inner Eye Color Is Blue

You've got the personality of a blue eyed women You're intense and expressive - and always on the go You've also got a sweet, playful side - which draws men in

What's Your Inner Eye Color?

WTF? My eye colour is BLUE! Idiots. Oh this is so fun!

You Are Chocolate Ice Cream

Dramatic. Powerful. Flirty.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

Okay, okay. I'm done now.

On to things that make me laugh

My ex and I are having a google images war. It all started with my attempt to make that squealing noise that piglets make (don't ask) and it came out sounding more like a vulture. So he emailed me a picture of a mother pig and a piglet with the caption "a baby vulture with its mama".

Ex is self conscious about his ears. He thinks they're too big. I always said that his head was big enough to offset the effect but called him bat ears just because I knew it got to him. So in retribution for the first picture I emailed him a picture of the biggest bat with the biggest ears I could find on google images with the subject line: What big birds! (From The Temple of Doom if anyone didn't get the Indiana Jones reference.)



So ex stepped it up a notch with a very very bad attempt at photoshop. Backstory: I used to joke when he was poor that he had to buy me a Chanel handbag for my birthday. He used to joke that I had chipmunk cheaks and was always asking me where I hid my nuts.

This cheered me up so much last week when I'd had the shittest day at work ever! This is why I still love him so much.

Today this morning forever

I fucking hate getting up in the morning, this morning especially. When you’re as narcissistic as me its hard not to assume that everyone hates you. That you make people vomit at the idea of spending time with you. All I’ve ever wanted is to have people like me. I don’t need everyone to like me just some people I think are special. But I’ve never had girlfriends. I’ve never had a girl friend that I’ve trusted so much with all my feelings and not been betrayed or hurt by them. Is it me? Do I dare think that I do something wrong or should I be just like my mother and assume the problem must be with everyone else?

I’m sure a shrink will find the answer but I don’t think that expensive shoes and cosmetics are accepted as currency yet, besides I don’t think I could give them up. But there must be something wrong in taking pride in my frivolous materiality. There must be something wrong with me. I hate being emotionally fragile. I want to be strong and not need anyone at all but I need people: it is my weakness. I need someone to show an interest in my life.

I’m the kind of friend that changes plans with her boyfriend and her family to see you. I’m the kind of friend that leaves a party to make sure you’re ok. I’m the kind of friend that calls you the next day to make sure you got home ok. I’m the kind of friend that would never go anywhere near your crush or your ex or your boyfriend. I don’t even want to be their friend because I’d rather be yours. I’m the kind of friend that wants to get together for coffee every week. I’m the kind of friend that people cancel on but I never cancel.

I’m also the kind of friend that takes it the wrong way if you don’t call me or message me or email me occasionally to let me know what you’re doing. I’m also mercurial and sometimes I make mistakes but I think in this I might have a good point.

Poetry

Soft lips soft breath
A rainforest of sensation
The caked spiced scent of you
Coffee coloured smile
Melodiousness
Frantic clutching
Weather permitting
Down my neck
Break a button
Slam the door shut
Pull the covers up
Come here
Arms around me
Smell the hair on the back of your neck
I kiss your ear; you shiver
Mouth parted eyes closed
Empty promises
Leaving soon
I yield; I ache; I beg; I close down
What time is it?
Sometime I feel alone when I’m with you.

Tagged

Great meme... you know me too well...

1- How old were you when you lost your virginity? Who was it to? Describe the event.
I was 15 with my boyfriend who I continued an on and off again relationship until last year. We were in the hay shed on his parents farm. It was cold. That’s the extent of the exitement. No regrets.

2- What is the strangest place you've had sex?
Probably the hay shed or Bilgowla Beach on Friday afternoon ;)

3- Who would you consider "switching teams" for?
I second steph’s Jessica Alba and raise you Angelina Jolie’s lips and Jessica Simpson's body.

4-Do you prefer to give or receive?
I love taking turns.

5- One night stands- What's the protocol? Stay the night or get the hell outta there?
As a professed expert… she jokes… kinda… I say stay the night. If you’re comfy enough to take your clothes off, have a snooze, get up in the morning, round two… or three… or four… and head off.

6-Favourite body part/parts of the opposite sex?
Back of the neck, ears, arms, lips, bum.

7-quickie or long and slow?
I don’t like to be rushed, too much pressure.

8-Noisy or quiet?
Noisy but not like you’re showing off to the neighbours noisy.

9- Ideal amount of sex per week?
Depends, anything more than once a day is excellent. Remember, I’m in a distance relationship… its 15 times per weekend for me. :D

10-What's your number one sexual turn off?
Bad kissing, bad breath, bad fondling technique (you know, too rough, too pinchy, too slobbery) and bad BO gets no where near me.

11-Number one arousal trigger?
Great kissing and gentle caressing goes a long way. Oh, and I loooooooove having me neck rubbed and kissed.


12-What constitutes bad sex?
No foreplay, not long enough, too drunk to get it up.


13- Celebrity you would love to shag right now?
Been watching too much of the Bill but right now its Daniel MacPherson.

14- Define sexy?
Confidence. A quick smile. Great kisses.


15- Remember the best sex you ever had. What made it special?
Taking turns being in charge, giving and receiving. Taking our time. Kissing, sooooo much kissing.

I should explain...

Why I've been stressed, angry and procrastination to the max lately. I have to re-apply for my current position. Yes! That is correct people. I have been working in a job for approximately 2 years (and worked at a higher level for 6 months) and I have no rights to my position because I did not get the position on 'merit selection'. Stupid effing public service!!!

And its not just your run of the mill put-your-resume-in-with-a-pretty-cover-letter-and-see-how-you-go deal. No its a talk about all this 'selection criteria' for a bit until you've banged on about yourself enough to make even the most narcissistic bastard feel ill. Now I love to talk about myself but I can only talk about stupid things like "organisational and client service skills" for so long before I start to feel like a corporate monkey.



This little guy is pretty cute though.

So hence my distracted posts about lame things like designer clothes and shopping.

Also I didn't realise how much I missed SPB until I hadn't seen him for a week. I get my fill of cuddles and kisses from my boys and girls but I miss........ him. :( Yes, I'm a lame-o, I know.

Can’t wait to see him tomorrow.

I fucking hate flats

I know they're practical and goddam I hate tottering around uni with its fucking cobblestone-esque paths but I like towering in heals and they look way better under jeans. I tried on heaps of round toed ballet flats at Target and Wanted and Myer and they all look shit!

Now these I would wear! Imagine how good they would look under a pair of Midwash East Village Hipsters (yes these are the only jeans that fit me) with a nice black Country Road knit and a buttery leather Oroton Handbag...



But fuck me if I can afford them. I can't even afford a cup of coffee right now! (Possibly because I've been substituting shopping for sex in the absence of my boyfriend) Fuck my expensive taste! I wonder if SPB would mind me getting myself a sugar daddy?

I'm procrastinating... back to it I guess...

Web-based Personality Thingy

Hopefully people that love me read my blog.

http://kevan.org/johari?name=superluminous

Go here people! You guys know how to copy and paste, right?

xxoo

Love like want

I love soft cheese
I really like mangoes
I like velvet
I love Pleasures by Estee Lauder
I love kisses
I want more kisses
I love day dreaming
I love all my friends
I like lying on soft grass in the sun
I can’t live without coffee
I like baked blueberry cheesecake
I love coconut smell and taste
I can’t live without my jeans
I like having sunscreen rubbed on my back when its all gritty from beach sand
I love having my neck rubbed
I love leather
I like kittens, puppies, rabbits, guinea pigs, little frogs,
I like champagne
I want more silk
I like my big ass sunnies that cover half my face so I can hide behind them
I like going commando
I love cuddles
I love nutella on toast
I like seeing small children in prams at the supermarket that don’t cry
I love chocolate covered macadamias
I love getting dolled up with my gal pals and drinking cocktails
I like cold prawns with seafood sauce
I like doing nothing on the internet for hours
I like pink
I want white Chanel tweed
I want black Chanel tweed
I want vintage black patent leather Mary Janes with a stacked heal and a deep toe
I want another pair of satin peep toes
I love 50s skirts with lots of soft petty coats
I love my silver strappy stilletoes
I love pink croc leather points under jeans
I want furry brown wool tweed hipster wide leg pants that no one sells
I want DVD box sets of all my favourite TV shows
I love warm popcorn
I can’t stop talking about Cate Blanchette, red dress, Harpers Bazaar
I like lists
I love clean towels straight out of the dryer
Isn’t it funny how FHM air brush the men in the photo shoots as much as the women… plastic-looking people are so inspiring!
I want diamonds
I love pearls
I love plain white gold wedding bands
I love kissing ears
I like neat writing
I love avocado
I love lilacs
I like white roses
I love white lilies
I want olive tapenade on bruschetta
I REALLY like sex in the shower
I love Dido
I like evil plans
I love chocolate dipping sauce
I love yum cha
I want an omlette with mushrooms, shallots, tomato, parmesan, mozarella & blue
I want a coffee but I spent all my money on clothes! :(

Overdue randomness - this is the real me.

*Do you know that feeling? When you’ve been lying kissing… merely brushing lips… hours pass…. hours hours hours. It’s 4 am. Time eats away and you don’t care. Consequences nil.
Talking.
Whispering.
Hugging.
Touching.
More lips brushing...
Like you’re dreaming of them. Then you fall asleep and you do dream of them. I dream every night of you.
Alien landscapes. In my bed. At work. In the car. I dream of you…

*I dream of the perfect dress. Black, strapless, lace bodice, 50s style flared skirt to my knees. It’s a different version of the same dress I’ve been dreaming of since I was 16. In ‘98 it was long and bohemian. A short train dragged in the autumn leaves in a Bavarian forest. Jet Gypsy jewellery dangles from voluptuous model; pale as death skin and black wavy hair. The opposite of me.

*I love Sydney because of the anonymity. Being in Newcastle means everywhere I go people know me. Like literally. People I used to go to school with. People I used to work for. People that don’t even live here anymore! Even the people in the cafes and restaurants and supermarkets know me, even if not by name. They know I’m not with the boy I normally come in with. They know there’s this new person in my life that isn’t the old person that’s been in my life for my whole adult existence. Its making me paranoid because who cares? Whatever! But it fucking pisses me off. I just want to slink about and do my own thing without everyone fucking talking to me. “How are you? What have you been doing?” Don’t ask me that! You don’t fucking care! It made me fucking dream of high school. I have enough shit to worry about thank you.

*Sometimes Lagerfeld gets it right. Sometimes he is a fucking old man.



*Posting pictures of beautiful things makes me feel better and Lily Cole is divine.



*Cake!

Random Thoughts [rants]

*I'm so sick of gossip! I've been the victim of it. Its fucking lame. Who really cares? Get your own life and stop talking about mine.
*Does the Telegraph really need to keep printing photos of Amber fucking Penny known only for her role in Princess Mary's wedding?
*Paris Hilton was photographed wearing MY Vogue sunnies that I bought last year and love to death. Fuck you, Ho! Do you have to ruin everything for me?
*I spent all my spare money on a new Oroton Handbag. I saved 25% from a voucher in the latest InStyle. Yay! Will post pics later.
*My Linguistics lecturer has just proven that a person can absorb a whole shit load of information over years and years, with a lot of experience in a specialised field and yet still be a vacant fucktard!
*Why can't clothing manufacturers make pants (other than Sass & Bide jeans) that fit me properly? I kid you not. At Myer Burwood I tried on a pair of Country Road, Bardot, Basque, Wish and that brand next to Miss Shop that is kinda like corporate wear, suits and the like, pants and none of them looked good. Ugly as fuck, too tight or fitted but clingy in the wrong places - just not fucking good enough! I'm going to have to buy a fucking expensive pair of plain black pants just to wear to work, aren't I? Fuck! I just spend $375 on a bloody hand bag!
*I need to buy a new foundation. Girls, you know this is the hardest thing a woman has to do short of child birth.
*I'm such a cry baby, but sometimes I just need a hug.
*Coffee!