In my head….

A vivid red wine drenched dream…

I’m running away, because a gnome is chasing me
He wants to eat the lip-balm off my lips.
He’s very horrible and I don’t want him to the eat the lip-balm off my lips because (1) ewwwww and (2) I don’t trust him and I think he’ll eat my lips, and then once he’s eaten my lips he’ll eat my face and then he’ll think “why stop there?”

I know, I know – another blog entry about a dream… Two in one week is a little boring, but I can’t shake the image of the gnome. He’s still chasing me in my head, even though I’ve been awake for hours now. I thought it might be cathartic to get it out into the world. Plus, if I’m lucky, maybe he can run around in your heads rather than mine for a few minutes. Because the “me’ inside my head who’s being chased, is getting exhausted…

So here it is folks.
The news I’ve been holding on to for so long (mostly because I would’ve been in trouble if I’d spilt the beans earlier…)

Drum roll…….

Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go!

My itchy feet couldn’t take the puddled pavements of Perth any longer.
And even though I tried to run away to the circus and failed, I’m moving to Melbourne anyway.
There’s a bit of a “someone”.
But we don’t talk about him here – he may be listening in.

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go!

There’s nothing quite like the rush of blood to the head because you’ve jerked yourself out of a deep dream, for fear you’re about to be hit by a truck because you’re driving on the wrong side of the road….

This is but a small taste of my dreams lately. Which is odd because I’ve never been happier. However the happiness has led me to make some serious decisions about my life, and changes are afoot. Big changes. Very, very big ones.

I thought decisions of this magnitude would leave me a little more confused – it certainly has in the past. But it’s happened fast, and furiously, and I’ve never felt more confident about taking the right path for me.

Apparently there’s more to me than meets the eye….

Why is that things you long for, seem to take ages to come along, and the things you wish would never happen, come along all too quickly?

I’ve been standing with my face pressed against the glass, waiting and waiting and waiting for what seems like an eon. A grown up part of me likes to think that “the waiting” is half the fun. But in truth, waiting makes me sick, and a belly full of anticiaption is an odd thing to want to throw up.

And on a completely different note (but I may as well bring it up, since I’m already complaining) what’s with people eating hot chips and chocolate in front of me when they KNOW I’m on the weetbix diet?!?!

An ode to my B-F

You laugh when I accidentally have entire conversations in my head, and then look at you surprised because you have no idea what I’m talking about when I blurt a nonsensical sentence at you in the rain.

You drive me everywhere… because I’m very bad at remembering to look at the road when I’m behind the steering wheel.

You love breakfast as much and as late as I do.

You let me be the third wheel to you and your mister very very often, and neither of you ever seem to resent me being there.

You give the best hugs.

If I haven’t mentioned it already – I’ll miss you when we’re not in the same city.
x

A Memo to Boys;

You silly silly beings.
You mad and unpredictable species.
You only want what you can’t have.
As soon as it’s taken off the shelf directly in front of you, THEN you get interested.

Note to self;

Being in love is doing wonders for your skin.
Stick with it!

Perth has become a little claustrophobic of late, and wherever I turn I’m tripping over the skeletal remains of the relationships I’ve murdered or been an accomplice in sabotaging.

I think the disadvantage of growing older is that every day you accumulate more mistakes to look back on.

It could be time to get the heck outta Dodge.

Melbourne, anyone?

When the day is bad and there’s no end in sight, I put on my ipod and go to the lalalalala place…
It’s a wonderland place in my head, of pretty words and pictures.
It’s an escape from those and them that harass and harangue me.
It’s soundtrack is the Frames.
There’s a tree beside a lake that I can lie under and be happy.

I wish I hadn’t had to go there so often today… it’s turning out to be a very bad day….

I felt this image was apt – I love the idea of lying around whilst men massage the different parts of my body to ease my tension. Plus it’s a detail from The Slave City Boardroom, which was suitable considering why I needed to go to my lalalalala place in the first place….

When the cards don’t reveal a definite response.
And I’m unable to ask my friends.
Sometimes I need to ask the city around me to provide me with an answer……..

Night time wanderings and musings changed a sign I pass everyday into exactly what I’m looking for.
It’s decision time folks, and I’m tackling the process head on.
I think I’m finally ready to jump off the bridge and see what happens next…..

Here you go boys. We now know the truth…. the only reason you’ve had more nookie than us girls, is that you’re paying for it (hilariously referred to as “the prostitute effect”). Or lying to us….

The crux of the article is; where are all these “so called partners you boys are doing it with?”

Apparently these mathmaticians never entered my brothers’ bedrooms – there could be anything in there, including waylaid women mixed in with the smelly socks on the floor, tasteful and not-very-tasteful magazines, smelly sports bags with 5 weeks worth of lunch building a city of fungus…. And at the end of the day, aren’t all boys the same?

The myth, the math, the sex – New York Times