Slumpy Strikes Back!

Just now, tonight ... I have decided that doing this dance is officially number one on my bucket list. My bucket list only has one thing on it at a time ... that's how life is - fickle. No point putting 100 things on there, that's greedy and full of expectations. One at a time.

One day - soon, I promise ... I will go to the steps of Town Hall in Sydney - hell, maybe even the Opera House. With a boom box, and someone to film me from far away so it looks like I'm by myself. Woogs, you in?

From one of my favourite films of all time:



I'll just put curlers in my hair the night before .... and use the glasses I still have. The ones I wore in 1987, the same year I was wondering why I had no boyfriend.

I'm learning this dance. There's online tutorials. You know I'm not joking, don't you?

Why? Because the world is too hard. We need more ridiculous things.

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Think I'm digging my way out of my latest slump, finally. These comments on a post written by one amazing woman to another helped.

It's not often my jaded mind gets blown away.

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I am a woman who has over THREE THOUSAND emails in her inbox.

The only way I can admit that is by writing it in the third person. If I owe you an email, I'm sorry. If I haven't commented back .... I'm sorry. It's me, not you. I'm an arsehole. I fail at life.

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But the good news is ... at the bottom of my otto bin is a packet of cigarettes filled with water. With only one missing! I decided to take up smoking again but couldn't do it. I win at life!

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Blogger Australia recently asked me to come and talk to them about .... blogging. I'm waiting for them to find out what I'm *really* like, and they'll mysteriously never contact me again. I hate myself. I lose at life!

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Tonight I cleared out my office for the first time in six months. It was a start. That Woolf woman was really onto something.

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I wrote a product review here. Dave thinks that Kmart will be cranky at me for giving the product away ... I think it only makes them look good. Swear to God Max found ten bucks straight afterwards.

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Tonight, I made Dave clean up Rocco's poo (in the shower). Dave was aghast. I welcomed him to my world.

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Lisa Stone has beautiful hair. She is also the boss of BlogHer. She asked me to write a piece on what it was like as an Australian - a foreigner, attending the conference last year. You can read it here.
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It's midnight, so I guess that makes it Australia Day. Or, depending on the colour of your skin ... Invasion Day.

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Wherever, whoever you are .... you have the right to remain ridiculous.

Sometimes it's the only thing that gets us through.

Peace.