flensing for idiots

What could be the first of many, or just another shot in the dark.

meganlala — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 16:08:06 +0000

I think, that I should try and write everyday. Not about anything particularly interesting, not to gather a following to rival dooce, but to “get it all out, what’s in my head”. And realistically, I probably won’t even do that, just in case some one I know finds it. Or I write too much and become friendly withn someone that has read it.

It happens.

I currently refer to myself as misery guts, so that should give you a good idea of just how uplifting this blog is likely to be.

Remember Judy Blume books as a teenager? Most likely, they’re hopelessly outdated by now. But when I was a teenager, they were “grown up”, a sign that you were becoming a “real” teenager (Oh joy), and they were a little bit risque.

Now I guess we’d read them to eight year olds.

Anyway, there was a kid in one of her books, and her costume for Halloween (yet another American holiday I have no real grasp of, I file it in the same mental file as “snow”) was as a flenser, the person that cuts the blubber off whales.

I’m an Australian barmaid.

Do you think it might be sarcastic?

New Year, New Start….

meganlala — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 14:06:02 +0000

I feel kind of… um… ridiculous even writing this post.

The obligatory New Year, what do I plan to do with it post.

To be honest, I’d like to be a woman that meets her obligations.

So. This coming year. The Plan (note use of Capital Letters).

Lose Weight.

Pass Uni.

MOVE.

Get hot dirty dirty sex from random strangers.

Take holidays.

That’s it.

I like it.

I’m watching “The Small Faces” sing something called “itchypoo” on rage.

meganlala — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 16:54:57 +0000

Something always has to be the start.

And while I’d love to start this fresh blog with some sort of inspirational verbosity it’s just not going to happen.

The last time I felt inspired I had someones balls slapping against my bare arse, and just quitely, that’s sure as fuck not happening right now.

Usually, I’m obsessive compulsive about my online privacy. I rarely reuse blog names or email addresses.

I am generally paranoid about my real world life overlapping with my online life.

This time, strangely unconcerned.

Perhaps, not entirely the truth. I have concerns, I’m just ignoring them.

I should warn the unsuspecting public now, I am an excellent STARTER. I’m a shithouse continuer or finisher.