*looks vague*
See, go away for a bit and I totally lose track of things. Ninjas. Goths. Xena Warrior Princesses. *laughs* That's just altogether funny really. But...
Okay, had a seriously bad night at work last night. If it could go wrong it did go wrong. Burnt my right hand and wrist after dropping fresh hot chili bean mix all over the floor and knocked a jug of red cordial off the fridge out in the back room. Dropped plastic ramikins everywhere (little sauce bowls) and I had a pile of dishes leading half way back to the door all night just balancing there next to the dishwasher. I was peeling carrots and the skin kept flying everywhere else but into the bin. The chocolate sauce for the deserts wouldn't melt fast enough (go figure!) and we didn't have half the ingrediants for prep so we had to improvise and that blows... I was supposed to be cooking last night but the other dishie didn't show, but given that I was having such bad luck all night I'm quietly thankful I wasn't on grill. Would have ended up looking like Freddy Krueger by the end I'm sure. It was a pleasant 41 degrees c there last night. Hot as all ****. I was breaking a sweat just standing there. My arm was killing me and when we got busy I just had to laugh or I knew I was gonna burst into tears. Lisa, one of the cooks, kept telling me that if I felt the need to go hide in the coldroom and scream until I felt better. I wanted to just sit in there if nothing else (everyone loves the coldroom in summer for obvious reasons) but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Did have a quick game of dunk the stale bread cob across the kitchen into the overflowing trash can with another waitress Sarah, so that was fun. But she whipped my *** after I told her she sucked and her aim was off. Oops, should learn to shut my mouth at times I guess.
Anyway, hand's still sore today but no where near as bad as it was last night.
Speaking of last night, had a fierce electrical storm after work and I couldn't even come home and vent my frustrations here like I'd been wanting to (which is why I'm doing it now at 1o:45am the following morning). Couldn't update or anything... trully sucks. But now... I guess I should shut the **** up and look for something more constructive to do than just sit here and moan all morning.
My ****'s sore from the leg press at gym yesterday. Very impressed with my progress there. Am pressing 45kgs each leg now, a vast improvement from the 15kgs I started with 5 months ago. But my friend Chrissy last night started calling me 'Nelly No ****,' *laughs* yeah, we Aussies are a weird bunch.
Plus, my washing machine is still on the blink. **** repairman disappeared like 4 days ago and hasn't been seen nor heard from since. Treating me like a buffoon just cause I have ******* *glowers at nearly all of maledom* You try washing smelly gym cothes and scrubbing 3 inches of crusty chili bean from your work clothes by hand in the middle of an electrical storm and see how happy you are! *sobs* Jesus... I hope today's better.
Anyway, back to it soon enough. My routine is fairly consistent. Get up around 8:30 - housework, feed pets etc, log on to LPF, sit here til like 12, have lunch, write, go to gym at 2:00 and then work at 4:00ish and that's about it. Come home about 11:00ish, shower, eat, get back on LPF, write more and crash about 2-3:30am in bed, ready to do it all again!
Yay. That's Rav's life in a nutshell. But what kind of squirrel bore a nut that size? *raises an eyebrow* Let's not go there. (Plus, don't think I've ever seen a RL squirrel outside a zoo before so *shrugs* Maybe be an impossibility there to track the little ****** down and WHOOP HIS ***! *cackles and
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Take care guys,
*squeeze hugs*
Talk again soon, eh? Um... okay!
-Rav
Oh, and as for Greyfoxx not being a twin? Um... well, to be honest, it never even crossed my mind. When Foxx asked in to this as Chas's kid I was like 'okay,' but the concept of having to explain 2 sets of twins to two different fathers would have been rather difficult I'm assuming. Plus... Fox is right... you Mel are Daddy's little girl but Fox isn't. *sigh* Cut her some slack, wouldja?
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- spoken like a true 'mommy' - hehehe!
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