Woop final arrangements are being laid today for the move next week. A final inspection and key handover has been organised  and everything is falling into place, I have a couple more things to sort and then I am done. Thank fuck. My stress levels have been sky rocketing and it’s not been good. Very little sleep, trying to work inbetween everything else and honestly with everything that needs to be done I’ve barely left the house. And the stress is showing cause my psorosis is flaring up and I haz  icky zits

My best mate has been awesome as far as helping me out with a few things and taking the little one off my hands so he gets a bit of  funtime outta the house so I can concentrate on things that need doing. Another trip up North to drop off a load of stuff into storage on Thursday will then leave me with very little in the house. Carpets get cleaned next Tuesday and a final inspection has been arranged with my asshat property manager on the Thursday morining I move out next week. I am NOT looking forward to dealing with him. They want me out that morning if possible and to hand over the keys as the new tenants are moving in on the Friday so it’s all go.

The joys of being a sensitive wee soul means when my routine and quiet space is fucked up I react. I am needing so major Zzzzz catch ups and some much needed calm and quiet. I am already beginning to worry about my social life expounding tenfold when I move up and I am hoping they will understand if I lay low for a little while. I have alot to sort when I do move up so I am not going to be the best company until things have settled a little. Scatterbrained comes to mind. I am going to be very wary of spreading myself too thin. I like being busy but it’s getting a little insane right now.

Molten and I will be looking for a bigger new home for all the fluffie’s  hehe we have a nice long list of must haves and wants to go by. Getting the little one in school is my biggie and making sure he’s settled and secure, it’s going to be a huge adjustment for him, something I am very aware of.

A good friend dropped in last night along with my old flatmate I kicked out. He owed me money and the dumb git has avoided me for the past two months, I kept a few off his things and the deal was he got them back when I saw money pass my hands. The silly twat says last night “So do you want money?”  … err wtf?

I replied “Nope I haz your shit, it’s over with, I’m done with that bullshit. Too late.” … it crossed my mind how fucking useless he is. So that was sorted. Money would be good but umm I have already packed everything and half of it is up north now LOL. My other mate is awesome, he’s been storing his vintage car in my garage and he’s bummed because he has no where to put it now but kept going on how grateful he is for me helping him out the past year. I do things for people I like. I don’t mind and hell I wasn’t using the garage … and he was flicking me a bottle of wine every now and then (and some green stuff hehe) so all good. They are coming to clean out the garage this weekend and take a load of rubbish to the dump so he’s helping me out. One less problem for me to deal with. I haz minions

I’m impatient for this part to be over with, I’ve had enough. I really need a couple good days of total relaxation and sleep. Not gonna happen for a while LOL. A holiday would be nice *sigh*

I am going to try keep up with the blog and HNT’s but things may take a wayside for a couple weeks. So yea there’s alot on my mind atm.

If I am not my usual self right now you know why …

It surrounds her
Smothering her
Fighting the urge to seek air
A fist wrapped in her hair
Movement sharply upwards
She splutters, gasping for breath
Limbs thrash wildly
Wide eye, mouth agape
Drinking in air
He smiles “Again?”
She nods panting hard
The fist forcing her down again
Into the cool waters
Her cunt wet
Not with the liquid visible
It comes from something deeper
Her trust

I did it … I culled my link list. And I’ll probably kill some more. I can’t fucking keep up and I refuse to get involved in this whole popularity contest. I’m not going to join the crazy linkfest or the weekly posts that the sex bloggers do, it’s not my thing.

I see it on twitter and I see it in other places and hell if it pisses someone off or upsets someone I don’t care. I am starting to get annoyed with twitter. I just don’t have the time to sit on the damn thing 24/7. It’s in my browser and I do read the convos that go on occassionally but half the time I write random shit there and don’t expect a reply.

I write. I love to write. I am not here to write to be popular or try and keep up with the latest bullshit. I write because I have things to say. This is after all my journal.

I do HNT because I want to, because I enjoy doing something nice for myself. I am completely humbled with alot of the comments. But I don’t expect them. I love perving at people’s pics … hehe yep ima pervert.

Wtf is it with all this link whoring? I didn’t start a blog to impress anyone I did it because I neeeeed to write. And I’m not insulting anyone who thinks it’s important. That’s your thing. Not mine.

So yea my blogroll is my bookmark list, it changes. Don’t be bummed if you ain’t on it. If you don’t write enough I prolly won’t have you on here. If you write sporadically but write decent shit that I like to ponder on then you might find yourself on here. Just don’t expect it. If you continually post boring shit and don’t actually write from the heart then I won’t be putting you on here. I appreciate people who write from the heart.

I feel bad enough as it is that I can’t chat to the people I want to talk to because I just don’t have enough time in the day. I get stretched too thin. So I still love you all (you know who you are) I just am a little snowed under right now.

If you only comment to get linked … think again. The majority of the people on my blogroll I like to talk to on occassion outside of the blog and usually because there’s something we have in common and can help each other out. I just simply don’t have enough time in the day to keep up with all the madness.

So there. It’s getting smaller.

That way I won’t go crazy, oh wait, I already am … ummm less insane

I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:

I do physical labor.
I work at great depths.
I plunge headfirst into everything I do.
I do not get weekends or public holidays off.
I work in a damp environment.
I work in a dark workplace that has poor ventilation.
I work in high temperatures.
My work exposes me to contagious diseases.

Sincerely,

P. Niss

The Response

Dear Penis:

After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the administration rejects your request for the following reasons:

You do not work 8 hours straight.
You fall asleep after brief work periods.
You do not always follow the orders of the management team. You do not stay in your designated area and are often seen visiting other locations.
You do not take initiative – you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to start working.
You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift.
You don’t always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the correct protective clothing.
You will retire well before you are 65.
You are unable to work double shifts.
You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have completed the assigned task.
And if that were not all, you have been seen constantly entering and exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags.

Sincerely,

V. Gina

Wow. It’s all I can say to an amazing movie. I have gone through a range of emotions watching this movie. One of those movies that makes you think. I highly recommend watching it if this kind of thing interests you. It stars Kate WInslet who I have always admired as an actress.

The Reader (Der Vorleser) is an award-winning novel by German law professor and judge Bernhard Schlink. It was published in Germany in 1995 and in the United States  in 1997. It deals with the difficulties of subsequent generations to comprehend the Holocaust; specifically, whether a sense of its origins and magnitude can be adequately conveyed solely through written and oral media. This question is increasingly at the center of Holocaust literature in the late 20th and early 21st century, as the victims and witnesses of the Holocaust die and its living memory begins to fade.

The story is in three parts, Part I begins in an unnamed West German city (Heidelberg) in 1958. After 15-year-old Michael becomes ill on his way home, 36-year-old tram conductor Hanna Schmitz brings him to her apartment and cleans him up before bringing him to his parents. He spends the next several months absent from school battling a pre-existing case of hepatitis.

On a subsequent visit to thank her for her help, he realizes he is attracted to her; embarrassed after she catches him watching her get dressed, he runs away, but he returns at a later date. After she asks his help retrieving coal from downstairs, he becomes dirty and she bathes him; afterwards, they make love. He begins returning to her apartment on a regular basis, and the two take part in an affair. They develop a ritual of bathing and making love, before which she frequently has him read aloud to her, chiefly from works of German literature. Both remain somewhat distant from each other emotionally despite their physical closeness. Hanna also is at times physically and verbally abusive to Michael.

Months later, Hanna suddenly leaves without a trace. The distance between the two of them had grown while Michael spent more time with his school friends, and so he feels guilty and believes it was something he did that caused her departure. The memory of Hanna taints all his other relationships with women.

In Part II, eight years later, while attending law school, he is part of a group of students observing a war crimes trial. A group of middle-aged women who had served as guards at a satellite of Auschwitz near Cracow are being tried for allowing Jewish women under their ostensible protection to die in a fire at a church that had been bombed during the evacuation of the camp. The incident had been chronicled in a book written by one of the few survivors, who emigrated to America after the war; she is the star witness at the trial.

And I won’t tell you the rest as it’s worth watching yourself. Here’s the trailer…