
I waited until my walk back from Safeway to take this photo because on the way there, a man would have seen what I was doing, and I didn’t want him to judge.

I waited until my walk back from Safeway to take this photo because on the way there, a man would have seen what I was doing, and I didn’t want him to judge.
Are you tired of seeing me type ‘Antipodean’ yet? Well too fucking bad.
Here’s the layout:
Antipodean slang word:
Approximate English meaning:
Why it makes me Sad:
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Yay! Blogging from afar! (G – we need a Sad.Sigh Abroad category.)
11.15.08 – NYC, Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean.
But first, a small tangent. So, prior to my departure from JFK to SYD, I’d received a text message from my Magic Phone Panel telling me that they were disbanding the panel immediately, and that my phone service would be shut off on November 20th and that I would have to switch my service to an account of my own name, or be faced with account termination. (I love when they use such mean, forceful language. It makes me feel like I’m being abused, and I like that.) So, Friday night at 11:30pm, as I’m sexing up my boyf, (in this case, sexing up = watching Ugly Betty), I get another text message and e-mail with instructions on how to switch my account over. I was relieved at this, as I thought they weren’t going to get it to me in time before I left for the wonders of Down Under, (I promise this will be the 8th to last time that I use the phrase ‘Down Under’). However, it turns out that, because I tried calling on Saturday, and my account was solely handled by AT&T’s Small Business Unit, I couldn’t get anyone to make the switch for me. I tried their main number, I tried the number that was supplied to me by Magic Phone Panel, Inc., I tried a corporate store, I tried the main Transfer of Service line. All to no avail. Perhaps it’s time for me to try switching to a different provider? The stupid fucking lowdown is that I’m going to have to stupid fucking do the whole transfer from Australia, and negotiate the dumass time differential, which is complicated for me, because I’m dumb. Feel sorry for me. Tangent done. Continue reading
Okay folks. I’m on hiatus.
But not really. I’ll be gone for 3 weeks, traipsing my hot ass all over Australia and New Zealand. Given my penchant for hot accents, my boyf’s permission to go about kissing Antipodean strangers, (seriously B, what were you thinking??), my terrifying fear of long flights, (my stupid fucking direct flight from JFK to Sydney is 22-and-a-half-hours! Makes me wanna die!), and my lack of tact, I’m sure something SadSigh worthy will come up, so I’ll be using this blog as a staging platform from abroad to fill my useless friends in on what is going on. Check back, often! (If only to drive our ad revenue up.)
Oh, and since my hot ass will be missing for several weeks, you should all know that I still hate you in the interim.
Much love,
Chinese.
Today I found myself home alone and watching bad t.v. That isn’t uncommon but what made it worse were the texts I got from my brother who is currently taking over my old life in California. Ok so he is not quite taking it over since we share a lot of the same friends (although I think living in my old house and playing with those friends is pretty close to taking over). Anyways, he texted me that he and “our” friends were all together in “our” house. Ann apparently measuring Grace’s crookedness with Caren’s Pinocchio tape measure…
I guess the sad-sigh part is the fact that my friends were all together dorking it up, meanwhile I was home alone because my boyfriend is on some creepass “camping” trip (don’t ask) in New Hampshire. I guess I thought that moving to New York would mean I would always have something to do. Which in theory is correct but it would be nice to have people to do stuff with. Pretty much all my people are in California and I guess I didn’t realize how much I was leaving behind when I moved here until today when they sent me that rude picture that you see. I couldn’t help but think that I should be the moretti creep in the picture! Or at least alongside Daniel…