My body is incredibly limpy…. it always comes down to these goddamn big breast that I have on my chest. They’re really inconvenient for a 151cm girl. I’ve always been a super active individual, competing in state finals of the 100m sprint, state champion high jumper and state finalist for shot put. I also competed at state level for triple jump, long jump and relay. Recreationally, I played basketball, at YMCA motivated more by the boys that I saw there than my love of the sport, but I was always an aggressive and high competitive sportswoman. All this happened until I grew… exponentially from my chest. They just kept growing and I even  suspect stole some minerals and vitamins from my vertical growth.

Now I can hardly run, I cant sprint for the fear they might turn loose and slap me across the face, now that would be embarrassing! Nevertheless my point is that I feel I have had to change my lifestyle due to these puppies overgrowing into dulux dogs… when they’re only suppose to be chihuahuas.

Today I’m in physical pain because this morning when I sneezed in the bathroom, I pulled a muscle in my shoulder and now I’m disabled. I cant turn my head, and I cant relax my shoulders. I’m going to look like a retard when I meet up with ‘da chick from the local council’ for a coffee…

Yesterday I walked 6 city blocks in high heels after another interview and when I got home I was physically exhuasted. I know that looking good requires much sacrifice, but dang these shoulder neck issues are physically debilitating! Sometimes I think these babies need to be adopted out, they’re crazy nice to look at and touch but damn they’re hard to maintain! Should I or shouldnt I cut these bastards off!?

I’ve heard that the proccedure can take years to heal and that scares the crap outta  me… maybe I just need Mot to make more money so I can schedule in a spa/massage session at least once a month, that would definitely help the maintenance process… anyways its he who loves them more than life itself so why shouldnt he have to pay maintenence money! I shouldn’t have to bare them on my own!

anyhow….I have to painfully limp around today and probably tomorrow… but hopefully it will get better soon!

My car is finally back in my possession, ready, set and go!

It’s had a complete make over…the interior is sooo clean I was tempted to lick it just to prove to myself that it was super clean, the engine has been refurbished, new breaks installed, oil full to the brim and even the engine has had a good squirting…so clean.. everything is in working condition and CLEAN!

You never realise how much you love something or need something until its gone…. that is the truth of life… and even though going through experiences where you lose things before you realise how much you love and need it… we never really learn the essential truth of life…

Not having a car for over 6 months and being forced to catch the train+tram everywhere, I at one stage thought I could really live without a car. But once I was in her (my honda… my dear dear honda) drivers seat, speeding along a leafy street in McKinnon away from my mechanic, I started to realised how much I loved my sometimes limpy beast.

Programing abc classic fm and 3mbs into the radio, I was driving along Nepean Hwy without a care in the world.. I took her for a scenic drive through Albert Park (i know she wishes and dreams about the day her dinted ass can park under a tree in Albert Park somewhere..), around the lake… through Victoria Ave to my favourite book shop to pick up Ian Klause’s text that I’ve been eyeing for sometime… then we went down to Port Melbourne for some private one-on-one time with ice-cream in hand… All in all, my car and I had a wonderful time together and I know now that I’m not really an independant women.. because I rely on my car to take me here, to take me there… take me everywhere… oh how I’ve missed you dear old car!

It seems finally things are settling down and everything is slowly falling into place… I’ve started to realise how little things can bring exponential joy to ones life… like the simple act of getting your car back can motivate you to look at life differently.

I’m thinking it’s not really worth stressing and fussing over life, because there’s a time and place for everything. And regardless of how you do things, the universe is this big massive unpredicted stadium that we play life in, and we cant control everything or anything. We just have to sit back and let good things happen.. and take the bad things that come with it…

Thank you prelude, you have made me much money and been there for me when no one else has…. (i guess you’re the only one willing to wait for me outside a bar for the countless hours im in gossiping and enjoying myself) and I just want you to know i promise to take better care of you and not abuse you when you’re sick. I promise to groom you and polish you when you’re looking your age and I promise to forever give you premium unleaded even if that means I have to sacrifice Pho day each week. I love you and until you move onto a better place I will be you bestest friend!

xox

godess