Me Me Me Me Me Me

You know, sometimes, it really is all about me. I could try and lie and say that I am a fairly generous spirit, a good listener, a people person - but lets face it, only OTHER people can truly say that about someone, you cannot say it about yourself. Where is this leading, I don't know.

Actually, I do know, my mind just went on a little tangent. The other night, I was listening to a CD and I thought to myself "oh my GOD! These lyrics are about me." Now I was not thinking this in a "don't you love it when you can totally 'get' what an artist is trying to say" or a "I totally connect with this song" kind of way - no, I really was under the impression that I was the "you" in the song....maybe because I know the songwriter...see - all about me. SO? Conundrum. Should I ask? No. I mean, its easier (and more fun) to just assume....isn't it.

Two more sleeps and I am off on my trip abroad. Its going to be fab! Once again, all about me...but then again, who else would it be about?

Mandy Warhol

Say no more. No really, say no more.

Slap Happy!

I slapped a man last night....and it felt good.

Allow me to elaborate, seconds before going on stage last night for an impro show I am performing in, my colleague Cale Bain said "If any one of you ladies is going to slap me in a scene, really slap me, I mean, feel free to have a go...." So I did. It was quite fairly exhilirating actually....

I have only ever slapped one other person and, due to the emotional circumstances under which said slap eventuated, I cannot actually remember what it felt like - afterall I had just been pushed against a wall by a male friend, called a slut and narrowly escaped having my face raped....(what can I say? I was young and not a great judge of character!?!)

So without further ado, I say thank you Cale Bain. Thank you for putting your cheek out there to feel the weight of my hand - oh yeah, and I hope your jaw has stopped clicking.

Positively Negative

I had my first ever pregnancy scare this week.

It was not so much that I thought I was pregnant but that I thought about "being" pregnant....and I was frightened.

I am so completely committment-phobic that the idea of being pregnant, which would ultimately suggest a man in my life, brought on a panic attack of sorts.....I am sure one day I will meet someone that I am so enamoured with that I will look back on my thoughts of today and laugh.....but not yet.

Meanwhile, my days of carefree splendour continue and the countdown to the "AB: Lightning Tour" is on - 17 days to go.

AB and AB

I just realised that Arj Barker and I are both AB's. Not that this is some sort of profound discovery or anything, but its just something I suddenly noticed when reading his blog about being in Letterkenny. This is only remotely of interest because I have also been to Letterkenny - its in County Donegal in the top end of Ireland. They have a HUGE Tesco there....which makes shopping fun. Especially since in Oz we cannot buy our alcohol in the same aisle as our biscuits.
Anyway, I thought to myself, "oh Arj, we have so much in common, like Letterkenny and our initials." OK, so thats only two things in common. How many do you have? OK, so probably more than two....it was just something that I thought of. And two is better than one, and SO much better than none.
I like this photo of Arj and I because I have good hair and we are both wearing happy colours. His hoodie was really soft and smelt of fabric softener actually, I found myself in a strange moment where I was feeling the fabric of the aforementioned hoodie and Arj was like "yeah, its soft man" - and then we both realised the time for me to stop touching him had come....and gone....and I was still touching him. Ahhh memories.

Nothing more than feelings

This week, I have experienced the following emotions....

- Anxiety
- Jealousy
- Lust
- Guilt
- Joy
- Delight
- Frustration
- Giddy
- Content

Its been a good week.