I have today been pondering the Mysteries of Life as I see them.

I shall start with the Sandwich Phenomona. When I was a young girl, my mother would pack lunches for my brother and I to take to school. Each of our lunches contained one sandwich, and that was just the right amount to eat. However on the weekend, mum would make us toasted sandwiches, and she'd make each of us two sandwiches. This also was just the right amount to eat. Mysterious!

Next Mystery: Which came first, the chicken or the egg? It is an age old question to which there is no readily available answer. I began considering it in an evolutionary sense - presumably we all started as slime, so an animate creature had to evolve from that and be the first to lay eggs. So I guess the metaphorical chicken came first.

Mystery Three: Why do I dislike some people for no reason at all? There are certain people who have no particularly nasty qualities, who are generally very pleasant and kind people... but for some reason I just cannot like spending time with them. Time spent with them is invariably awkward, and begins and ends with me thinking "When is this person leaving???" Even though there is nothing tangibly wrong with this person. This is a Mystery to which I have not found an answer. I suppose that's why it's still a Mystery.

Fourth Mystery: Why do I have such bloody ugly knees?

I think I know why I feel compelled to constantly argue with Dave - why, in fact, I have always enjoyed arguing with him. It is because normal conversation with him is so utterly boring. He is not an exiting or stimulating person. He is dull. Arguing with him allows me to actually get something out of the interaction.

Well, Christmas was tolerable. A mix of the pleasant relaxation available only in the country, and the unpleasant disappointment of receiving a toolbox as a gift. It is a very comprehensive toolbox, including the humble stanley knife and going all the way up to the hole-borers and other gadgets of which I know not the name. But they did show some good sense, in getting me the Douglas Adams biography and a bottle opener.

So anyway, it was just the four of us, it was lunch at Haguns (far too crowded to be truely enjoyable, but nice enough food), and it was relaxing. I had awful hayfever the whole time and Brad and I got dreadfully mozzie-bitten. Just another bush Christmas!

Geez, what a day. I had this awful woman calling in this afternoon... Originally she'd called to complain about poor service at a particular post office. This was probably her third or fourth call to us. She wanted to speak to Waylon specifically, but it was 5.10 when she called and Waylon finishes at 5pm. She didn't like that at all - I'd had to put her on hold for a while to find out about Waylon or see if any other supervisor type person was available, and when I got back to her she claimed that she'd only missed Waylon because I'd had her on hold for so long. I was like, "You called at ten past five, ten minutes too late to catch him", and she insisted that she'd called before 5pm. There are many words I could use to describe this lady, and here they are:

Unintelligent
Stubborn
Emotional
Vocal

You get the picture, I'm sure. I couldn't get a word in edgeways. I started off trying to be apologetic and nice, as usual, but I ended up having to get very firm with her. At one point she demanded that I page Waylon at home and have him call her immediately - how stupid is this woman? As if somebody's going to go out of their way, unpaid, to call her and be abused and berated for half an hour. It was at this time that she said she knew my name and was going to take action against me, and hung up.

Spent most of yesterday at Michael's. That was rather fun. I introduced him to Sexy Losers and now he's addicted!

I've also been trying to remember the name of another online comic/cartoon. I only remember one of the pictures, and I remember somebody telling me that that particular cartoon is the only thing he'd seen online that disturbed him. It was a picture of a guy strapped to a chair with the top of his head cut off, and these two old people were eating his brain. He was thinking something like "I've just lost my dog's name", and the caption was "If you think this is disturbing, you're not nearly hungry enough". Weird shit, but funny, and I can't bloody find it.

Right. Saturday. Totally kicked butt. Cossack's christmas party. There were about 25 people, mostly drunk. I don't know that there's much I can say - somehow his parties always just work. All he has to do is tell a bunch of people to turn up with booze, and they all do, and it's always fun. I have to get him to organise my 21st next year! Oh, and I beat up Darren again, and so did Brodie.

Today. Today was ok. Just another day at work - I can't believe I'm saying that, it's only my fourth week there. I remember starting work at TeleTech, I was looking forward to work every single day for months. Or rather, to seeing the people at work. The job sucked.

Two days off work sick. This sucks. I hate being ill. And the work Christmas party is tonight. I really really really wanted to go. My stomach feels like a couple of ogres are dualling in it, and my eyes can't focus properly, and my back is totally out because I slept oddly (that is, for the time that I was actually asleep last night which wasn't much).

Went to Michael's place last night - him, me, a bottle of vodka, and his sister who doesn't drink. Lets just say there's not much vodka left. Lots of fun, though. Yeah.

I had an odd dream last night. I don't remember a lot of it, but I remember feeling like I'd eaten too much, and then looking in a mirror and thinking I looked pregnant. Not just fat, but actually pregnant. I don't know who was there, but somebody was there. Whoever it was told me that I looked fantastic. Weird.

Mum came to the city today, it was mostly fun as usual. Except for the bit when she told me about an old family friend having the untreatable kind of leukemia. That bit kind of sucked. This guy and his wife were like grandparents to me when I was a kid. They lived just down the road - our closest neighbours out in the bush. I think they still live there. I remember their house perfectly - they had this really cool little room upstairs where Joan did all her craft and sewing and stuff, I had lots of fun playing up there. It was nestled up in a corner of the pointed roof - stand up straight at one end of the room and you'd hit your head on the ceiling. I remember their old dog, too. Chumley! Chum was a great old thing, even though he stank something terrible. Friendly, disobedient, big and hairy. They had some terrific barbeques over there, and dinner parties. Oh the dinner parties! Robbo and Joan of course, my parents, and Helen and Steve. Robbo and Joan got more and more argumentative as they got drunker, Helen's voice went up by about an octave, and Steve... well, I don't remember how Steve was when drunk, but he was a darn cool guy in general. Helen and Steve had some great dogs too, now I think of it, including a big old Airedale terrier called Tike. Those were the days. The dinners were great fun. Those people were great.

Not for the first time, I wish I could travel back in time. Erase all events and memories from the last ten years or so. Be truly innocent again. Be unaware of Robbo's constant troubles with skin cancers and the fact that he has skin from his bum grafted on his face.

Life ain't fair. Poor Joan. Her first husband died of cancer... now she faces the same thing again. Neither of them deserve that pain.

Quoteable Quote of the Day:
TerrysAlt: My knowledge of sex is more or less limited to "I know which of my things goes in which of her things."

Rebel Without A Pause says:
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TerrysAlt says:
Aww.
TerrysAlt says:
If I save the porn as .bmp it takes too much room.

It's nice waking up early. I can get ready for work, and then just chill out for a while, turn the music up, and relax.

I took some international calls yesterday, with Carol's help. Carol really is amazing - she's a lovely lady, and she knows so much! She's so willing to give her assistance, and to share her knowledge. Buddying with her was great.

Anyway, I suppose I'd better get a move on. Trains to catch, etc.

Quoteable Quote of the Day:
Joe: Cornflour kicks arse.

I was thinking earlier about how little I really know people. I can get along incredibly well with a person, and consider them a great friend, but when it comes to who they really are and what made them how they are today, I'm clueless. I think it's party because people who ask too many questions annoy me - if I want someone to know something, I volunteer the information. I guess I expect everyone else to be like that too, and I don't ask a lot of questions. I pick up bits and pieces as I go - "Went to visit mum" means the parents are separated, for instance. So I have best friends who, in truth, I barely know. I know I can say anything to them, but it seems that honour is not returned and I am left in the dark. Ah well. They know I'm here if they want to talk. They don't want to? Not my concern.