Dear universe...

Please help me land a job this week. I need to start planning my 30th Birthday party, and I simply cannot do it with no money.

Many thanks in advance,

The Opinionated Little Miss x

Good Morning World!

o_O

As if the pending 30th Birthday was not starting to make me feel a tad 'mature', the young fella at the Fish & Chip shop casually asks "Are you GiGi's Mum?"

If I was her Mum I would have been the sluttiest 10 year old going to have spat out a sproglett that young!

FML

Merry Christmas!

So, it's Christmas day in Melbourne, Australia. We hit a top of 31.4 degrees and then it hailed! What's up with that? In he midst of the hail storm/monsoon the Mobil Altona Refinery had some sort of incident that sent thick black smoke billowing out of one of the stacks within the compound!

In one day, I sweated my ass off in the heat, got a semi-white Christmas that I had wished for and could have been blown to smithereens by a petrochemical plant.

Today is my lucky day!

Wow, what a day!

What a busy day... Awake at 0430 to have a piss, can't sleep cos of the lebbos and their music. Sister comes home drunk at 0500 and pops into my room to say 'Hi", struggle to fall back asleep due to Lebbo radio. Alarm goes off at 0630 to do the airport run. Someone has a melt-down about a book being in a back pack b4 we leave. Zoom into the airport, struggle with traffic on the way home. Pop into Nan's to swap cars and end up staying for a few hours.. Get home grab tape measure and head off to Dij's place to measure a couch. In the car and off to Hoppers. Weigh up which foam option suits our needs and have it cut to size. No wallet. Drive home. Maccas drive thru and then to Clarke's pay for the foam. Head to the hong shop to find potential party supplies. Jar explodes in Dij's hand. Panic sets in. Put First Aid skills to good use and burn to Willi hospital. I need a smoke. Go outside and spark up. Hear strange noises coming from the leaf litter. Find a ring Tailed Possum with a baby on it's back and a fucked up leg. Call the council. Wait for wild life lady to pick up possums. find Dij in A&E. Make her laugh buy pretending to be a doc. Get in close to to see inside the finger flap. Stitches done time to go home. Drop Dij off home time now. 1730 Feed dogs. Feed Kelly. 13 hours, 4 cars and numerous kilometres later, nap time now please!

The Walls Are Closing In...

So, I lost another job two weeks ago. I had a shitty job in a call centre which made me work permanent weekends. I traded it in for a cushy Monday to Friday office gig. I started on a Monday and was made redundant four days later. Fuck. I'm unemployed - Again! I have really bad luck with jobs. I either get stuck in crap jobs that make me go crazy or, I get awesome jobs and lose them through no fault of my own.

I'm going to be thirty next year. I still live at home with my Step Dad. I have a huge debt. So basically, at my next Birthday, I will be a broke ass, thirty year old loser with no job, living at home still. Wow, I never imagined my life would have turned out like this. I guess I didn't get the best start in life. Coming from a fucked up broken home. My Mum dying of cancer half way through my last year of high school. I have never had drive or will to succeed. I've always plodded along. I always thought that I'd be dead by now.

I feel hopeless. Lost. Alone. I've never felt so alone in my life. I try to snap out of this darkness and hang out with friends. They are always too busy. There is always something on. I'm going here, I'm going there. I have to do this, I have to do that. None of this here, there, this and that includes me. I don't want to go out and about and hang out with my friend's friends. I'd be happy to go out or even stay in for a cuppa and a chat. I'm just sick of being on my own.

When I'm alone I cry. A lot. In two weeks I've gone through a box and a half of tissues. I don't like crying. My eyes get puffy, I get a headache and more often than not, my nose bleeds. I don't like it when my nose bleeds. It takes way too long to stop and then I feel dizzy.

I know people these days are busy. Living life in the hustle and bustle of the twenty-first century takes it's toll on everyone. I just wish that someone, anyone had a spare half an hour to pop in or call me and ask; Are you OK?

My answer would be simple. No. And then someone else but me would know. I'm not sure how much of this pain and despair I can take...

Stalker Alert?

What makes a part time special friend's ex girlfriend read and comment on my blog? She's no longer with my part time special friend, I've never met her but yet she seems drawn to read my blog about my exploits with him. Judging by how many comments she has left over time, she is quite a regular visitor. Why is she so preoccupied with me? Is she still into her ex even though she has claimed in a comment she has a new man. I don't get it. And why stalk my blog to get my perspective of time spent with him? Why not pick up the phone, call him and ask what he's been up to? Why does she feel the need to take digs at me on my own blog? I doubt very much he is trying to replace you. But then you'd have to ask him. Get a life lady!