I came to Sydney, I worked, and then I left, it was a pretty average weekend, punctuated with some cute catch up with friend moments. Sunday I caught up with Steven (remember cute chef former playmate of mine) and crashed at his new house with his new gorgeous fluffy white dog, but he said to me "you should not be wearing a singlet out in public like that!" and I said "yeah because I am fat right?" znd he said "um no, it's because you would give people bad ideas!" I was so ready to jump him but I kept to myself and stuck to my knitting... Do you know how hard it is to be a good girl when deep down you know you are just a raging nympho, with no morals?

Saw Richie this morning, we caught up for a quickie coffee (would of preferred another type of quickie...damn libido shutup!) But yes it's official I suck as a friend, it was Richie's birthday on Friday (I know you might be reading this so HAPPY BIRTHDAY RICHIE), and three days later and I still have no idea what to buy him for his birthday, which sucks because I always suck at gift giving for my good friends the ones I hardly hang out with are so easy because my knowledge of them is so limited, but when you know someone properly it gets harder because they reveal so many aspects of themselves that the whole gift giving process becomes a mess of sleepless nights and ill fated shopping trips,

I will be back next weekend for Richie's Birthday party which will be fun and I havent been to a birthday party in ages (is pin the tail on the donkey still considered the standard party game?) and I will know nobody, lets hope I don't embarrass myself.

I saw Collateral last friday, and then made brother take me and see it again this afternoon, damn it was good.

I need a man right now who will cater to my every sexual whim (conversational skills optional)