This is kind of scary. The last few weeks, I have had about twelve people come up to me and say they have seen my glamour shots all over Victoria. So I know that they've gone up in Victoria at least. Then yesterday I got a message from a mate in Brisbane to say that my photos are up there as well. Unfortunately the 'before' shot is really really horrible - obviously they try to get an awful one so then you look better once all done up. Still, they are nice shots. And most of the ones up are ones I haven't got, and want, and so far I've had no luck stealing the one in Melbourne Central. Frame is bolted to the wall.
Went away camping over the long weekend with my rovers, event called Mudbash out of Yea. We raced our little buggy Angry (a bright orange Volkswagon Beetle - he is rather cute) and actually made almost every event before the starter motor died. Filling it with mud hadn't helped, surprisingly. Was an awesome weekend, kind of uncomfortable though as a lot of mine and my ex's mutual friends were there, and it was basically a unanimous 'fuck off' on their behalf...no one would talk to me except to tell me to get fucked etc. On the Sunday my ex Pete himself rocked up, he came over and gave me a big hug and we talked for about an hour. All's basically good there. He had previously ran into Adam, my current beautiful boyfriend, and had a good chat to him also. Adam was surprised. He was sort of expecting Pete to punch him or something, not be nice and friendly and stuff. But it was good to catch up with him. Once I can be arsed uploading my photos to my laptop I shall post some, and thou mayest all see how adorable Angry is. I'm not into cars normally, but the buggy is different. It was great this year. Two buggies rolled, rather exciting, including God's Gift, the car everyone hates.
So we all managed to get rather smashed, including my little brother and his best mate. It was their frist ever rover camp, and they went insane. Obviously, being 17, they've done their fair share of drinking, but they thought they were all big and tough, and proceeded to thus make complete fools of themselves and entertain us all immensely.
Today the coronial inquest into my cousin's death two years ago finally ended, thank god. It's been on TV and everything, I'm glad that it's almost over. Still have to wait between two months and a year to actually get the results, but hopefully all the details will no longer be bandied around everywhere. I wish my aunt would realise that she still has two kids who need her and stop being so selfish. Ok, it sucked, and we want answers, but this is just her way of keeping busy and avoiding moving on with life. She built a house when her husband died, now its local government and the inquest. Fucking "Justice for Mark." I'm sick of it. And the tree that I planted for him died. Typical.
Went away camping over the long weekend with my rovers, event called Mudbash out of Yea. We raced our little buggy Angry (a bright orange Volkswagon Beetle - he is rather cute) and actually made almost every event before the starter motor died. Filling it with mud hadn't helped, surprisingly. Was an awesome weekend, kind of uncomfortable though as a lot of mine and my ex's mutual friends were there, and it was basically a unanimous 'fuck off' on their behalf...no one would talk to me except to tell me to get fucked etc. On the Sunday my ex Pete himself rocked up, he came over and gave me a big hug and we talked for about an hour. All's basically good there. He had previously ran into Adam, my current beautiful boyfriend, and had a good chat to him also. Adam was surprised. He was sort of expecting Pete to punch him or something, not be nice and friendly and stuff. But it was good to catch up with him. Once I can be arsed uploading my photos to my laptop I shall post some, and thou mayest all see how adorable Angry is. I'm not into cars normally, but the buggy is different. It was great this year. Two buggies rolled, rather exciting, including God's Gift, the car everyone hates.
So we all managed to get rather smashed, including my little brother and his best mate. It was their frist ever rover camp, and they went insane. Obviously, being 17, they've done their fair share of drinking, but they thought they were all big and tough, and proceeded to thus make complete fools of themselves and entertain us all immensely.
Today the coronial inquest into my cousin's death two years ago finally ended, thank god. It's been on TV and everything, I'm glad that it's almost over. Still have to wait between two months and a year to actually get the results, but hopefully all the details will no longer be bandied around everywhere. I wish my aunt would realise that she still has two kids who need her and stop being so selfish. Ok, it sucked, and we want answers, but this is just her way of keeping busy and avoiding moving on with life. She built a house when her husband died, now its local government and the inquest. Fucking "Justice for Mark." I'm sick of it. And the tree that I planted for him died. Typical.
lelaina:
they obviously liked the pic enough to stick your face around the place! they should have asked you though. but take it as a compliment and 15 minutes of fame 