The new love!

Ok, so maybe not so new.. but relatively new to the blog, in that he hasn’t featured all that often. Mainly because he’s the reason I haven’t been writing.. We have way, way, WAYYYYY better things to do in our lives than write blogs. Heh, heh, heh (*dodgy cackle alluding to wanton bedroom activities).

Anyway, so, I have never told previous relationships about this blog – could you imagine if the bad, farkwit ex had the address? If it wasn’t all true, he could have sued me for defamation of character (except that he is, actually, an arsehole, a cheater, an abuser and an all-round loser. And the pot-head bogan was never going to find out about it – you can’t write things about someone and then have them read it (and I’m sure he would have once the haze/pot cloud lifted. So perhaps I’ve broken the cardinal sin – in that I have told my man about my blog. I referred to him as “K” in a previous entry and it stands for Kiwi, for those who have been brain-straining to work out if his name is Kevin, Keith or Koichiro Kawazaki – none of the above, btw!

So, now I have to say nice things.. Because not only does he KNOW about the blog – he asked me to feature him. And how could I resist when he looks at me with those gorgeous brown eyes, and flashes me his gorgeous smile.. So, my lovely K – this one is for you. You have that gorgeous Kiwi accent, even when you are being a duck (think about it people!), and I’m so happy we’re living together (in sin) in Sin-dney. I especially love that you are as dodgy as I am, and I’m still going to have lots of material for my blog!

Big love BB. x x

A long overdue update..

Forgive me brothers and sisters for I have sinned – it has been AGES since I my last confession.

So here goes. I met the boy, we lurve each other, we did the back and forth, back and forth, and I mean in the interstate-romance-kinda-way for those of you with your mind in the gutters. I moved to Sydney, the job is going well, my car made the journey and is fabulously enjoying being driven around Sydney-town, the friends are all glad to have me back, Ma and Pa are fine, my bro gets more in love with god and the baby jesus every day, my Grandpa is still alive, the crew are all rocking along, Azza G had a nose job (and it is as FABULOOSE as he is, btw), Ellareah (flatmate-that-I-love) is missing me in Melbourne, but I’m heading down this weekend for a music festival and some QT with her, my ex-flatmate Philomena has moved back to these fair shores and my two gorgeous Irish princes are staying with me at present.

So, in a nutshell, life is good. Headline of the weak is that the turtle is trying his hardest to commit suicide off my new balcony. Everyone keeps trying to convince me that he won’t.. but I know one thing that they don’t. And that is – that the turtle is really not that smart. Actually, his brain is about the size of half a cheezel, and he doesn’t get the concept that the four metre plunge will result in his untimely death.. all he sees when he pokes his little head over the balcony edge is adventure, ADVENTURE, ADVENTURE!! Not the smartest creature on god’s earth, that is fer sure! (I used the G-word for you brother!)

Anyway, I’ve been inspired by my friends new blog – well done Pandora – keep up the good work. I’ve added a link to her page so please check back to see what we’ve both been writing. Big love to all. x