I wonder...

...when it became socially acceptable, or even 'normal' to request lifts from perfect strangers.
When exactly did it become appropriate to stagger drunkenly up to an unfortunate individual, trapped in their vehicle, and tap on their window "hey love, give ya 20 bucks to take us to [insert random bogan location here]". Yeah, right.
Cos, you know, I can't think of anything I'd enjoy more than soiling the interior of my vehicle with everything your typical bogan australian drunkard has to offer (not to mention the potential dangers of travelling as a lone female). I had, in my hospitality blindsighted haze, forgotten the downsides to being available for outings on saturday nights - all of a sudden, you have the usual boring 'going out' issues again. Who drove, who doesn't feel like drinking, and who point blank refuses to go to certain places. Then there's the whole 'where do we go' issue, not to mention the 'inbetween clubs' phase where you freeze your arse off in (what feels like) -10 degree weather, tossing up whether it's better to line up in the cold for half an hour to get into a reasonably good club, or get into a shitty (albeit warm) club straight away.

Still, it beats the crap outta having to work every saturday. I'll take an ass-freezing moment outside a crap club over working anyday.

Love Chol.

So.

So.
I'm not in Sweden anymore. Der.

Back in good ol' Australia, hanging out with the boyfriend, the kitties, and the girls. Am going back to the blog thing because I like it, despite the stigma associated with bloggers these days. Meh.

Hannah came back from Canada! Tis wonderful news indeed, everything is back to normal now in terms of girly get togethers, except our group is now a little more worldly, and a little more confident - a welcome change. Though I'll admit that it's still hell trying to get everyone together for a night out every once in a while. Why is it that I have to work 5 nights a week just to be able to pay stupid bills and rent? Is it really so important for me to show up when I'm rostered, just to serve drinks all night for alcoholics and compulsive gamblers who complain about forking out a measly dollar or two for soft drink?
Well, that's all about to change, because I have a new job! I start working for a bank in 2 weeks, boo-yeah!
Sigh. It's going to be brilliant. I get a chair, I don't have to look at customers, I get to wear jeans to work, I get to work 9-5, no weekends... Simple pleasures.

Oh, and the cats are driving me nuts at the moment. I busted my balls last week cleaning the damn loungeroom rug, and the damn bloody cats have messed it up shedding their winter coats! The furniture's shot to shit too! Dagnabbit.
I reckon Jasmin's the culprit... all that black and white fur...

Chlomoe