Everything I Know...

Wow, I had forgotten about this little blog o'mine until I checked a really unused email account. Re-reading my old posts made me smile. The man I spoke of in the last few posts has asked me to marry him and of course I'm going to. Planning a wedding has been loads of fun and not half as stressful as everyone makes it out to be. The next big thing on the list, (before or after wedding - doesn't matter) is to get a baby in my belly. We're trying really hard! But fingers crossed it will happen soon. Well, perhaps I'll be posting more often now! I wonder if anyone will read it...

Why is it that the TV guide says Judge Judy and all I get is a "Gunnar Peterson's Core Secrets" advertorial?

Why is it that the size of clothes I buy fluctuate from extra small to large and back again with every different thing I try on?

Why is it that the Advil is not getting rid of my headache?

Why is it that the thought of moving again after only 6 months LITERALLY makes me feel sick?

Why is it that the travel agent is closed when I need to organise my visas TODAY at the LATEST?

Why is it I have so much to do before I go, but have zero motivation to get off my ass to do it?

Why is it I go away for the festive period leaving my house mate's boyfriend staying here and come back to dishes on the sink and my first cockroach sighting in this place?

Why do I feel disappointed when I don't have the right to because you've done all you can and helped me in every way possible?

It's a weird situation I'm in.. I can't remember the last time I was this happy. I catch myself smiling to myself about weird little things I see and small memories of the day, week, month before.

I love him and am in love with him, but this is not the only reason I smile. I smile because it seems that no matter how bad life can be, there will always be these moments of pure blissful contentment.

I could easily buy a house, marry him and have his children. Just as easily I could buy a ticket to a far off country and take 6 months off work. And just as easily again, I could just BE, like this, the way I am.

I know this happiness caper is a fickle thing, so I'm holding on to it with both hands, leg wrapped around it.

Have you ever orgasmed in your sleep?

I know guys have wet dreams - do girls do it too?

In the past it has happened sporadically, once every few months. At the moment, it's a nightly occurence. Intense orgasms rip through my body and wake me up panting.

Funny, seems as though the more sex I have, the more it happens. I guess I'm a little greedy, but am in no way prepared to have it stop. I've become an orgasm-addict.

"My name is A and I'm addicted to orgasms"

You know what I love? Cordless phones. I've just been on the phone to my bank, phone company, internet provider and airline organising an overseas trip that I'm taking next week and conducting business in bed. Naked. Love cordless phones.

Hmmm, so what is going on in my world? I'm in love again. I'm quitting my job soon. I'm organising a one year travel-a-thon which will hopefully get the travel bug out of my system so I can get back to Australia and become an adult. I'm in love again - oops already said that. I'm generally loving life!

It helps when I'll be in Europe this time in 2 days. Oh, the life.

How can I make this more interesting to you three readers (that's how many regular check-backers I have according to my stat monitor thing)? Post pictures of my boobs and ass? Reveal my true identity? Throw in a bit of sauce and write about my recent sexual escapades? These things and many more can be done. I just need to find the time...

... but this has made me laugh more than anything I've seen in the last, like, month..

hmmmm, home alone and on a sat night...

according to blogthings... i am 48% gross, 32% a lady, I should spend my summer at the beach (duh), I belong in 1972, my personality is like acid (the drug), I am Guinness, my german name is Stella Catharina, my element is air, I'm 4% shy, my eye's should be violet, i am a Bostom creme donut...

I love to read and when I find a book that I like, I'll read and re-read it five or ten times. My favorite feeling in the world is soap suds running down my body as I rinse them off. I often soap up three or four times in one shower. I collect quotes that I like from movies and song lyrics. I LOVE to crunch Autumn leaves under my shoes. I had mini-affair on the internet with a friend's brother. I hate it when a person can't budget. I've always been great with money, and can't understand people who can't manage it. My favorite movie at the moment is Garden State. I'm a messy, messy person, but I'm very clean. I'm the messy, but hygienic one, while my best friend is really dirty, but kind of neat. Like a warped Odd-Couple. I don't have any hang-ups about my body. In fact, I really like my body. I'm tall and slim with perky boobs which unfortunately are shrinking due to loss of weight) and a cute butt (so I've been told). I want to get married, but I tell people that I don't. I enjoy helping people that want to help themselves, and in my field of work they're few and far between. It makes me bitter when all they do is hold out their hands, but bitch when you want them to do something for the money you give them. "You want me to what? Fill out a form? Bitch, all you wanna do is make trouble. I have 4 kids, I have to pay rent and I have no food for my kids." Erm, then fill out the fucking form and I'll give you some money. I'd happily eat take away every night so that I don't have to clean up. I was described as 'quirky' in my college year book. I am in no way quirky, I mean I have quirks, but does that make me quirky?


All this and I'm still not sure where that leaves me...