Change.

What to take with you and what to leave behind?

I found out today that I am gaining a nephew. I wrote to my baby brother and his wife that I am looking into drum kits immediately.I figure the sooner we get him on the stool the better. I am so happy. One of each and I never had to go through childbirth.Bargain! I now have my beloved goddaughter and a nephew cooking as I write .That’s me covered then. Leeroy tells me that GG is carting round her hot pink ukulele (Courtesy of moi naturally ) everywhere and she is really getting into it.

Fruit not of my loins but born of my black heart. Peachy.

Stoked.

I am finally starting to look at some new options when it comes to my life and its definite lack of style.I asked Lilli if I could kill her brother tonight.

“That may take some explaining” she replied hugging me.

“Bullshit” says I “There are alot of holes in the desert…”

I venture out of my room today and there he is,retardation’s poster-child, parked on the sofa inhaling fast food. He thinks its funny. Tell you what I think, I think it sucks that I am going to have to be the one to leave after me and Lil have co-inhabited brilliantly for about a zillion years.

All my crap wedged into a million stripy bags and schlepped across town once again.Sigh.

But as my Foxcore keep drumming into my thick skull “Change is good”

Elvis only knows that I have been stagnant for long enough. I found out that OFF! are on the bill for the Big Day Out this year. Nine messages informing me of the fact on my phone when I woke up. So sweet.Which gets me to thinking that I really do have to get my shit together as the summer will be here before I know it.

Miss Blythe has ordered my new fox tail and that is always the harbinger for good times in my book.

That and getting Saint Cecilia war ready are all I have to focus on right now. I am finally getting thinner due to the fact that I am still a Dr Pepper and Red Bull free zone. Gets me to thinking if I can quit that carbonated devils piss that I can do anything…..

The gym are on my ass to pay my membership up so I will have to get onto that pronto. I have just been so bummed out at home that I think its a major achievement if I do laundry for Christs sake. I have been making myself sick ever since I moved in here.All I am doing out here in the suburbs is buying shoes and not training.This is not how the fable goes….This is not me in kick ass mode that’s for damn sure. And I need to be match fit so when the good times roll back around I will look and feel like the homecoming queen. hey,what ever gets one through the night right?

I am just nattering because I have to be up early tomorrow and of course I am not tired in the slightest. Appointments to be kept you see. Always the way. Gotta deal with ugly daytime dwellers and I am not a fan.Miss Nina and I were talking about how we always feel like criminals even when we have done nothing wrong when forced to deal with their kind. Outlaw sensibilities that hinder at the most inopportune times.

Strange days indeed.

Metz is sending me handbags. I question not and welcome the little orphans into my home. I am to accessories what Richard Burton was to drinking. What Jenna Jamerson is to porn.

I will be tired around the time that I need to be getting up.Shit.Shit.Shit.

Daylight burning my dishy blue peepers,the mediocrity burning my retinas to a crisp..

Ahhhh….wish me luck and I will see you on the other side.

Change is good. Right?