Killing (my feet) softly

Okay why is it that new shoes always hurt? Like I buy a pair of nice new trainers - try them on in the store, they're the right size, feel comfy enough when i walk around in them, and the price is right.... so I think yay! Then I take them for their first long walk around the block and OUCH. So... my question is, how come I can buy a new tshirt or new pair of pants and they don't need breaking in, but shoes always do? Or is this a girl thing? Like does this happen to boys as well? Do they go through a week of 'breaking in' their trainers and work shoes before they get comfortable? Because it strikes me that this is a grand conspiracy and I want to see the shoe industry TAKEN DOWN for it. Yeah.

B.Y.O. Bomb

When will all this violence end? I am so sick of all this Bullshit going on in the world today. I just heard today that Benazir Bhutto was assassinated. And then another roadside bomb in Iraq killed another few soldiers. Has this world gone mad? I read this article in The Onion and it just...well it says exactly what i want to say except more eloquently. http://www.theonion.com/content/node/28151

Outta my Head

I know that Ashlee Simpson is hated by most bloggers out there, but I have always found her music to be annoyingly catchy. And her new single is my pick for "Rohan's Song of the Week". How awesome is this song? Kinda like 80's New Wave mixed with classic New Order. Ay ya ya ya YA. This woman can do no wrong.

Merry Christmas and all that jazz

Okay Okay peeps it is truly time to suck up some holiday spirit and be in the mood for christmas. And no, i do not mean in the same way that I did last weekend by inhaling far too many baileys on the rocks at that wonderful establishment known as Mo's. What i do mean is that this christmas has just felt far too blah and i am ready to be feeling some holiday CHEER! what i am not ready for is the incessant nauseating CAROLS. i hate snoopy's christmas. i hate you better not shout. i hate i saw mummy kissing santa claus. did you see him boning her biatch? and finally, i SUPER SUPER HATE the spanish one that i can't spell but sounds like 'felicenavida'. EYUCK. don't wish me a merry christmas. just don't. happy holidays y'all.

Thank you, Come again.

Okay I don't know whether to laugh at the cleverness of this or shudder at the racist overtones it espouses. ..meh....I will do neither and merely observe.

Case of the Ex......whatcha gonna do?

Having a 4 minute shower like I'm supposed to, yesterday, I suddenly realized that I had no Clearasil left. So I just grabbed the exfoliator sample that was lying around and used that instead. That day at work, all the girls kept commenting that i looked different and more alive and refreshed. At first I thought i was in one of those candid camera shows but then I realized that it was actually the bloody exfoliatior that I had used. Funny how only the girls noticed it. I actually did not see any difference at all. So all this time I have to assume that i have looked like shit and only now have allowed my inner beauty to shine out? Screw that. I cannot be arsed spending 30 more seconds in the shower to look beautiful. I will remain, UGLY. Brisbane needs it water.

Wish you would step off from that ledge my friend

I think i just came........wow. This movie looks ...wow. Even though it has the Manakin himself in it. Though it could end up being a total turd. Damn trailers always make me eager and then the movie is usually a big let down. Don't disappoint me manakin. oh and it looks like it also has that Billy Elliot kid in there. so it should be good huh?

I Fall to Pieces....

..each time i see you again. I fall to pieces, how can i be just your friend? I fall to pieces each time someone speaks your name. I fall to pieces, time only adds to the pain.

It is NOT okay to just be friends. It really is not.

I just called / to say / I love you

Monday morning, asleep, after a big Sunday. The home phone rings. I decide to let it ring coz no one except for the fucking telemarketers know my home number. Then a couple of minutes later my mobile starts ringing. I decide to answer it as it could be work asking me to come in for an emergency patient. So i pick up and then this person goes " Hello is this the Dr. R who looks after xxxx nursing home. Coz i am phoning up to let you know that my mother is at this nursing home and wants a new pair of dentures" ...and then her phone drops out.....

Meanwhile i am so confused as i am still half asleep and wondering how in the hell did she get my number? I have always thought that doctors and dentists who have an unlisted phone number were wankers but after this incident i totally understand it. I realize that her mother was in urgent need of dentures but bitch please. How rude is it to phone someone at home and ask them about things like this. Wouldn't it be more professional and polite to actually speak to the nurse in charge or even the practice manager rather than me? and at home too? Fuck. I am getting angrier the more i fucking think about it.

Honesty - The best policy?

I hate the fact that honesty never pays...for me anyway. I was at an interview for a super cool job that would have suited me well. Close to home and good working conditions. And what do I do but go and fuck it up by telling the interviewer about my future aspirations which don't really suit the super cool job. Now i could have lied and the job would have been mine coz lets face it, i was the best qualified.

But for some strange reason i decided that i should tell the truth. I am so bummed out that i just feel like playing loud music even louder and ...yet it still doesn't take away the pain. Adding to the misery is the fact that I have now got to start planning for my big move next year and I am in such a foul mood.

And you know i have even started playing competitive tennis just so my C.V. will not be a lie. I enjoy it but still. Screw this honesty crap. Next time I am gonna stick to the twisted half truths, pointed omissions and flat out lies to get what I want. Truth is for pussies.