MAKING ME PAY FOR IT WON'T MAKE ME GO MORE REGULARLY

since when do you have to PAY to get a pap smear?

this is a fucking outrage, i tells ya!

is this across the board, or just at the medical centre near where i work? even though 50% can be claimed back on medicare, $65 to have a stranger look up my hallway... i've never paid for the damn things before, why now? *grumble*

[EDIT: found out that it was just that specific doctor who charges for a smear. i ended up with another doctor on friday and he explained that a standard smear is free. YAY!]

RIP JONATHAN BRANDIS

I had the hots for Jonathan Brandis when he was on SeaQuest DSV. i was a bit of a sci-fi nerd and my mum and i would make sure we were always sitting in front of the tv when the show was on. mum would perve on that old guy from jaws, and i would perve on jon. i thought he was totally HOT.

then i remembered that he was in neverending story 2. anyone who gets who hang with falcor is fucking awesome. this brought him very close to being almost up there on my favourite men list in high school, right next to john stamos.

i found out on zgeek yesterday that he was found dead in his home on november 12. they still don't know how he died, maybe heart attack, maybe suicide.

like me, everyone at work who knew seaquest freaked out when i told them the horrible news. he was a heart throb of mine when i was still in high school, and the fact that he could talk to dolphins was far cooler than i could ever imagine. but now he's dead, and 9 days after the fact, they still don't know why.

i bought two baby snails for the fishtank at work yesterday, and we named them jonathan and brandis, in his honour.

SO POOR

i have $1.35 in my wallet and $55 in the bank. it has to last me until i get paid next thursday night.

FUCKITTY FUCK FUCK

note to wanky employers: i need a payrise.

USELESS FACT:

the number one ingredient in chicken twisties is CORN.

that's crazy shit, i had no idea.

second ingredient is vegetable oil, but hey, that's not exactly surprising, is it?

THE MONDAY RANT

how am i supposed to finish my project when you keep hassling me and asking if i've finished it yet?

quit with the emails and popping your head into my office, leave me the fuck alone and i'll have it done for you already! *grumble*

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i hate mondays.

NOT FAIR!

i just found out that my boss has won tickets to the australian idol grand final at the sydney opera house. he gets driven in a limo, front row seats, AND gets to hang out with the idol cast/crew!

*cry*

he's gonna see guy beat shannon (hopefully!), he's so frickin' lucky!

LET'S GET PHYSICAL

today is the fifth day of attempting a new and healthy lifestyle. i say attempting, because i haven't done too well.

but you have to start somewhere, right?

yesterday was a bit of good and bad. while 20 minutes on the bike at the gym and 10 minutes on weights (it sucks to only have an hour for lunch) was good, i also ate a bit of junk for the melbourne cup. who could resist cheese and cabanossi???

but i tried to make up for that by a 1 hour walk down to the water and back. it's such a nice walk, especially when you get to the park and you're surrounded by happy dogs chasing tennis balls. the view of sydney harbour is pretty spectacular around there too, anzac bridge is right there, with the harbour bridge in the background.

i'm going to take the trusty digicam when i go again (tonight?) cause i found some awesome angles of various bits and pieces and i really wanna get cracking on taking LOTS of photos so that i can try to get better than average photos on a more regular basis.

walking after work is so much easier when there's a mp3 player to keep me company. dan scored it through work and i've taken temporary ownership to hopefully get me to go walking more often. it's nice to go for a walk and listen to something up beat like an 80s flashback set :)

i've got the house to myself tonight (jane's working and dan's off to the movies with a mate — there's NO FUCKING WAY i'm seeing freedy vs jason!), so i don't know if i'll go for a walk or if i'll muck around with the fluffy boys and just do some mini exercises at home. Elvis thinks it's great when i'm working out or stretching on the floor, he's always there (in the way, of course) trying to work out what the hell i'm doing. elvis is awesome.

HAVING A .COM REALLY SUCKS

i've had a .com (or two) over the last 2-and-a-bit years. it started as a place for me to serve all my mini site projects (sites for friends and whatnot), then a blog-type site and various forms of something in between.

when i started my blog (again, i have a thing for starting a blog, then deleting the whole lot if i don't like the way it's going) in its final form on my site, i realised i wanted to use it as my online journal, to get a little bit personal to allow me to get things off my chest.

but then i realised that i had to give that up too because my friends, workmates and family know about my site. my brother-in-law checks it on an irregular basis and i know my friends visit it, even if they won't admit it. dan read it too, but that didn't bother me as much, it was only when he was reading over my shoulder when i was trying to write (it's very intimidating having a journalist/budding author as a boyfriend you know).

and now dan has his email address with my domain on his business card! i know there are sure to be other people who visit domains when they see an unusual domain (like mine, yayme.com), and i'm not keen on dan's work associates checking out my bitching and ranting AT ALL.

so it sucks, to put it bluntly. i have a domain, but it's too public for anything about ME to go on it. which is why i'm currently here on blogger. blogger is safer than a sub folder or sub domain on yayme.com and i'm safe from the prying eyes that know me while i get comfy in what is finally a real space for me to blog.

it's nice to get things off my chest, and to write a bit more than the tripe i have to rearrange at work; good for the soul m'thinks :)

THE UNHAPPY BEAR

today is a sad day for our little kitten. today is the first day he's wearing a collar.

dan has been very anti-collar since we brought bear home a couple of months ago. of course, i like hearing a tinkering bell so i know where the little fuckers are. then there's the Wear A Bell So You Don't Catch Birds, Motherfuckers.

then this morning i was witness to a little sparrow dying in our loungeroom, courtesy of bear's 5-month old animal instinct. i took the bird to our local vet to see if they could do a better job of disposing it than i could and when i came home gave bear a stern talking to.

i could tell that dan didn't want to, but he went and found the collar i bought for bear when we first adopted him and popped it round his little neck.

it took some treats to calm him down, but he seems alright with it now he's had a few hours to get used to it.

poor little bugger.

but he looks so grown up with a collar on... awwwwwww.