BAT??? i'll show u how to bat

Bat bat bat... this is what i do .. now that i am the proud owner of ARTIFICIAL EYELASHES!! Yea thats right.. i spend hard earned moolah on something i've always regarded as very superficial. HOw touche. i heart em. Pain in the arse when it comes to washing my face... but it does save me time... no eyeliner.. no mascara... =)

One more thing i have to show...

The front of my anniversary gift.. took me friggin hours... hand sewn beads, everyone of 'em. It is bloody creative, is it not

The Radio Nazi

Today was day one of the radio ban. Radio ban, u say?? Yea, thats right.. RADIO BAN.

Imagine opening up the lab... to eerie silence. Get about doing my work. Still, silence. No one's at work yet.. not for another half an hour anyway. Cool.. this means i have the whole lab to myself.... Are u thinking what I'm thinking?? Yes... yes.. Now is the time to practise my happening dance moves ready to kick it in Sydney and Melbourne.... yep.. Saturday Night Fever to the maxx.. aWWWesomeee moiiite..

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Wait... is that foot steps i hear... Shit i better turn the moosic off.. Act natural.. BREaTHE...........

ppfffffffffffft..

What kind of thoughtless bitchface decides on a bloody "radio ban". The vote was unanimously FOR some sort of sound to eminate throughout the lab, besides elevator music... but the airheads or should i say.. air HEAD.. that didn't want it on, wanted a two week trial. Jeezz.. is it THAT hard for you to think with a little background music? Everyone knows you have a bloody big butt missy, no need to get a big head too ok??? Is it ok if we just ban triple J with its shitty rage rock abomination crap.. I'll settle for 94.5.... Sunshine fm???..... Coastal fm?? yeeeaaa.. Meeeeeendurah radio..... i digs.

Now i was left with typical Shirley thoughts running thru little head... ALL DAY LONG.
" oooo... this guys got gono... the dirty doggggg.. only 17"
"a round of claps anyone??...."
"hrm.. lunch time"
"i wonder whats for dinner tonight.... i feel like chicken tonite.. chicken tonite! chicken tonite!!!
Then the spanish flee tune somehow made its rounds.
And then images of Homer, and what he would be thinking if he were in my shoes..
and then Homer humming the spanish flee...
and then Peter (Griffin) doing a rendition......
somebody. shoot me. Now please.
hrm.. maybe i can go buy me a frozen coke.. which i'll skull down.. thus giving me brain freeze.... that'll cause premature thought retardation....
ahh, no. Just shoot me. Haha... just shoot me.. elliott... the lil blonde twit... .... ...

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So as u can see... my mind. It OOooooozes intelligence. Too much inteligence, is a badd thing.

The day dragged on way too long. I'd eavesdropped more pathetic conversations than on a bustrip to the city and back. I had to hold myself back from downing the 70% ethanol we use to sterilse the benches...

That's it. I've squandered too long over this little predicament. Time for me to get on with things..
I've figured out what I'm do with no music to relax my mind. I'm just gonna have to karaoke it at work. And if they don't like it? Well, they can go stick it. No one has voted for a singing ban. Yet.

cheeseburger, anyone??

i've been with Mr Man (code for bf) for a year now, and its come to that stage in the relationhip where pretty much.. theres not much left to hide... until recently. No one, not ANYONE out of my family has been let onto my biggest secret.......

i erm.. develop flatulence.. big time (at times).. and... i find it FKN funny, not just mine.. but in general. The more i do, the more shits n giggles i get. How i've managed to keep this habit away from him... is bloody unbelievable. Until recently.

Heres the story..
i wake up one morning to Mr Man. A morning kiss and hug later her says.. "Baby farted in her sleep last night" ...
Thanks for just shattering a good start to the morning..
Me: Haha... (snickers to myself)
(silence)
Me: So... did it smell??
Him: umm.. i didnt lift up the quilt
Me: oh
(silence)
Me: Was it loud?? (snickers once more)
Him: the first one wasnt
Me: FIRST ONE??
Him: yea.. then the one after kinda went... BARRP.. and vibrated in the mattress
Me: (rolls around the bed in a fit of giggles)

i continue to find out all the specific details. And for the following nights, continue to pester him as to whether flatulence has erupted from my backdoor whilst comatose.

I think this obsession of mine developed as a kid. Now dont tell me that none of you have ever farted in your life. So yea, maybe you may be so GOOD as to keep that kind of stuff confined to the bathroom. But me, in my family home, you can forget that. I found it hilarious pumpin out my guts at the most inappropriate times.

I recall watching the Titanic with Mum..
"i'll never let go jack.. i'll never elt go..."
...... squueeeeeEEk..

So.. i'd let off one of those squeeky ones.. I seriously hoped that this one was gonna go unnoticed.. Perhaps the squeek could've been hidden in the midst of the tragedy.. or not.. a stench wafted across the room. Angry glare from my Mum.. Stiffled laughter... Sorry jack.. i had to let go.. couldn't hold it in... (snicker)..

Or there are times when I'm so totally peeved with my Mum.. Shes at the stove doing some stir-frying. I go grab a drink.. ask her whats for dinner.. Then let it rip. The silent one of course. So she'll never know what hit her. And at the same time, once the aroma hits her..she has nothing left to do but absorb it.. coz shes doing a stirfry.. and her hands are stuck to the wok.. muahahaha

Shit this is so totally gross.
i hope this hasnn't turned my fellow ppl away from me. Don't worry. if it took me a year to let loose (only in my sleep so far, by the way) with Mr Man.. then yooz got nuthin to worry about.

Don't hate, its natural
Be one with the wind ppl
=)

didicated to all kimMEH's within

So.... out of boredom... and mostly to avoid studying and to find more ways in which to waste my time... i've created this blog..

Just fer u kimmizzle... coz u know.. i know.. u got nothing better to do.... so ah.. yee hoo and giddy up ya'll, heres to such a BLOODY creative blog start. =S