I'm back in the country, I'm basing myself here for a month or so coming down to sydney once every week or so to make some cash and spend it on going back home,

Last Tuesday, knowing that I was going back home, I asked 'Evil' to the movies, he said ok, then changed the day to Friday then called and asked if I wanted to go after work on Wednesday, so I was in my disgusting commuter clothes (jeans and a hot pink t-shirt saying 'Just smile and say... Yes Mistress') And everything was typical and fine oh wait let me tell you something he's dating a girl with the exact same name as me, and so he wanted to talk about that and I have been out of it with 'Dead Dad related Depression' so I was all uh-huh and yes-siree and we watched Dodgeball and I gave him these lovely english chocolates called 'Walnut Whip' because I had a few in bag to ease my 'Dead Dad realated Depression' ( I shall now refer to it as DDD) anyway if i ate one I'd have to offer one and bah Movie chocolates are sooo expensive anyway we saw 'Dodgeball' and yeah I had seen an illegal copy ages ago but I pretended I didn't but yeah I was all 'sigh' instead of my usual effervescent self.

But at the end 'Evil' offered to drive me home, but I am staying in a suburb almost an hour away from the city, so basically just to spite him and I knew if i was on the train I would burst into DDD like tears on the train like I had been for the last week, anyway I accepted his offer which took him by surprise, and hahahahaha serves the bastard right for offering free transportation to me.

Fathers Death has been this incredibly surreal experience, I was totally all fine about it but then Last month it was like, oh he's really dead isn't he? Are you sure dad hasn't gone into hiding from the Mafia and he just can't call us? Really I mean when we saw his body he had just really perfected the art of lying still, right? or maybe the people that are hiding him got Madame Tussards to make a cool wax model of him for the funeral... I mean thats the only logical explanation.

I will go through this bizarre questioning everyday and and will end up with the same "I'm going to be alone forever and ever and my dad is dead and i'm fat with frizzy hair" and then the tears start flowing.

I need a husband, I've decuded to forgo the whole boyfriend/dating bullshit, I need a husband... any takers? you don't have to like me, I mean so many couples take years to form a relationship based totally on mutual hatred see how much time you would save by just marrying someone you held in contempt... you don't have to marry me, but please just think about it... I make a kickass roast potato salad.