Sooooooooooooooooo.
I fear my rubbish sorting career will be brought to an abrupt end on account of the fact that it's giving me the old attack of the yaks every other weekend.... not funsies! As you can imagine I'm not deeply upset by not having to fondle trash as it fair sux balls, but it is slightly disappointing as it pays exceptionally well, I'm saving $ like a mother bitch, and the people are fairly cool.... even the kid with the mullet. But I am a ValGal, and ValGal's were raised to never quit or at least to put up with an unsatisfying existence and take all your resentment out on your kids. Anywho, I'm gonna stick it out a little while longer with the hopes that I don't keep getting sick not only because I'm a money hungry bitch who has nothing but travel on the brain but also because I really can't be arsed looking for another job.
So travel eh? Fuck I swear i use the word travel more Jay says snoochie boochies. Turns out my sister, who supposedly sent our passport applications away months ago, is the one person in the world who procrastinates more than I do. She insists she did the deed the other day and that they take up to 6 weeks to return so if my calculations are correct I should have a passport by the end of June. Now the plan was to visit the states by the end of July, conveniently in time to see Rancid! That gives me about 3 weeks to plan a months holiday and get all the forms sorted out to actually be allowed into the U.S. I don't know if it can be done, as I've never done any of this before, but I guess I just have to wait and see.
If this vague plan all turns to shit, which if I'm being realistic is most likely, I'll stick out this dump til the end of the year and take a fair bit of time off and travel to the U.K and U.S. The more I think about it the more this plan seems better all round, it's just mostly I'm impatient! I'll try to work on that.
So continuing on with this pathetic rant I will now shamefully admit I am waiting up for a boy who broke my heart and that i occasionally get it on with now. He said he would be here at 9 and its now 11:30. It's not so much the being stood up that bugs me, its more that he's the one that calls me up and suggests coming over.... I would have just as easily had a wank then fallen asleep whist watching Scrubs and sipping tea. Seriously I get the kid out of my head then he calls me and fucks it all up and turns me into this needy bitch who wants cuddles. I really don't understand it though, either he's a complete asshole and just fucking me around or he's passed out in a gutter somewhere.... or both. I'm mostly upset that I shaved for nothing.
Also there are some friend issues troubling me.... I'm sure you wont mind if I express them as I am paying you a $100 an hour to listen to my shite, yes i tend to treat SG blogs like a shrink these days. For a more detailed description I recommend you read Amilie's current blog as I could not write it better if I tried. But also I would like to add that although I'm super happy for my friends finding things that fulfill their lives I can't help but be a little selfishly sad that were drifting apart and that I haven't found that thing in my life yet that makes me want to get out of bed... currently a full bladder is all that gets me up in the morning. Its all an inevitable part of growing up and it's all things we've been dreaming about for years but it for some reason still seems a little shocking and like it's happening so quickly. But none of this will matter when we reach the day that Amilie is just about to attempt a death defying act and I yell from the crowd "Circus Lady!!" and when I can point and laugh at the other one in her housing commission shack screaming at her 12 tinned mac and cheese eating kids. So much resentment, I told you that's how ValGal's were raised.
Finally between the squirty bums, depression, self loathing, more dreaming than doing, and sweet sweet bitterness, me and Amilie made a final attempt at shooting new sets to keep our free accounts on here, and I'm afraid to say it we failed miserably and we now officially give up. Oh how we tried though! We battled long aimless drives, chilling breezes, night fall, too much sun, potential snake attacks, scary abandoned buildings, pervy train men, and wasted weekends.... well we got delicious kebabs and felafels after we cracked the shits because we had put in the effort to attempt new sets and everything possible went wrong, so it wasn't all a waste of time. Our guess our hearts just aren't in it anymore.
Anyway just half way in between getting busted by the steam train fix it man and completely losing all light we managed to get a few good shots.....
To be continued
I fear my rubbish sorting career will be brought to an abrupt end on account of the fact that it's giving me the old attack of the yaks every other weekend.... not funsies! As you can imagine I'm not deeply upset by not having to fondle trash as it fair sux balls, but it is slightly disappointing as it pays exceptionally well, I'm saving $ like a mother bitch, and the people are fairly cool.... even the kid with the mullet. But I am a ValGal, and ValGal's were raised to never quit or at least to put up with an unsatisfying existence and take all your resentment out on your kids. Anywho, I'm gonna stick it out a little while longer with the hopes that I don't keep getting sick not only because I'm a money hungry bitch who has nothing but travel on the brain but also because I really can't be arsed looking for another job.
So travel eh? Fuck I swear i use the word travel more Jay says snoochie boochies. Turns out my sister, who supposedly sent our passport applications away months ago, is the one person in the world who procrastinates more than I do. She insists she did the deed the other day and that they take up to 6 weeks to return so if my calculations are correct I should have a passport by the end of June. Now the plan was to visit the states by the end of July, conveniently in time to see Rancid! That gives me about 3 weeks to plan a months holiday and get all the forms sorted out to actually be allowed into the U.S. I don't know if it can be done, as I've never done any of this before, but I guess I just have to wait and see.
If this vague plan all turns to shit, which if I'm being realistic is most likely, I'll stick out this dump til the end of the year and take a fair bit of time off and travel to the U.K and U.S. The more I think about it the more this plan seems better all round, it's just mostly I'm impatient! I'll try to work on that.
So continuing on with this pathetic rant I will now shamefully admit I am waiting up for a boy who broke my heart and that i occasionally get it on with now. He said he would be here at 9 and its now 11:30. It's not so much the being stood up that bugs me, its more that he's the one that calls me up and suggests coming over.... I would have just as easily had a wank then fallen asleep whist watching Scrubs and sipping tea. Seriously I get the kid out of my head then he calls me and fucks it all up and turns me into this needy bitch who wants cuddles. I really don't understand it though, either he's a complete asshole and just fucking me around or he's passed out in a gutter somewhere.... or both. I'm mostly upset that I shaved for nothing.
Also there are some friend issues troubling me.... I'm sure you wont mind if I express them as I am paying you a $100 an hour to listen to my shite, yes i tend to treat SG blogs like a shrink these days. For a more detailed description I recommend you read Amilie's current blog as I could not write it better if I tried. But also I would like to add that although I'm super happy for my friends finding things that fulfill their lives I can't help but be a little selfishly sad that were drifting apart and that I haven't found that thing in my life yet that makes me want to get out of bed... currently a full bladder is all that gets me up in the morning. Its all an inevitable part of growing up and it's all things we've been dreaming about for years but it for some reason still seems a little shocking and like it's happening so quickly. But none of this will matter when we reach the day that Amilie is just about to attempt a death defying act and I yell from the crowd "Circus Lady!!" and when I can point and laugh at the other one in her housing commission shack screaming at her 12 tinned mac and cheese eating kids. So much resentment, I told you that's how ValGal's were raised.
Finally between the squirty bums, depression, self loathing, more dreaming than doing, and sweet sweet bitterness, me and Amilie made a final attempt at shooting new sets to keep our free accounts on here, and I'm afraid to say it we failed miserably and we now officially give up. Oh how we tried though! We battled long aimless drives, chilling breezes, night fall, too much sun, potential snake attacks, scary abandoned buildings, pervy train men, and wasted weekends.... well we got delicious kebabs and felafels after we cracked the shits because we had put in the effort to attempt new sets and everything possible went wrong, so it wasn't all a waste of time. Our guess our hearts just aren't in it anymore.
Anyway just half way in between getting busted by the steam train fix it man and completely losing all light we managed to get a few good shots.....
To be continued
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shroom:
Road Trip. Sounds good. Make sure you have a continuous loop of Born to be wild, Magic Carpet ride and Sweet Home Alabama playing AT all times. Instead of Cunt Punching, just come and hang with me on my birfday! ...cunt punching can be done later 
I know a few cunts that need punts.
I know a few cunts that need punts.
amilie:
Oh yes tell me about the health issues just as I start at the tip. well ok so maybe you told me before hand but not in blog format everything seams more urgent in blog format. I spent the first night after the tip dreaming about convayor belts. I really must learn how to spell one of these days. I'm sleepy