I just noticed that i named a past journal entry, Nekkid Muffin Cakes.....

Sort of one of those strange compilations of words like, Blue Moon Cheese Pie...


Anyway, im sitting at home alone at the moment. Michael went off to wash the car and see one of his friends, but i didn't want to go. So here i am. We've had some problems lately. He's been annoyed at me for things which have made me just feel like shit cause i don't know why it was so wrong. But yeah, we'll start from the start.

I moved here and tried to find a job and started getting really depressed about not having one yet and having to go home soon if i didn't, and then i got a job, Hoopey-do. Worked out alright. I like my job, its hard and causes some injuries and its very painful, but i enjoy it, and everyone there is pretty cool. Im one of the three full timers there and well, lets facing, working for your boyfriends brother can be weird, but hey, he gave me a chance and i jumped for it.

In between all this, the boss put me in a class to do my Cert 1 and 2 retail. So thats good, and its almost done. Im getting paid and saving money so i can go into hairdressing the way i wanted to and get the rest of my qualifications. Anyway;

Not long ago Michael and i went to Mildura. And consequently, everything went fine! Until we crashed the car... I fell out after it and went into shock, being quiet and panicky, and then bursting into tears and just plain losing all sanity in front of anyone who happened to come by and stop to offer help etc. We were on the dirt road heading back from Mungo National Park at the bottom of NSW. We popped two tyres and did no major damage to the car, or ourselves, thank god.

We had to stick to 80k's coming back all the way though, that was like, 7 hours in a car. Not Good. Got home and everything went to hell. He hasn't been the same sinse and niether have i, he never wants to do anything and im losing my heart doing nothing. Work is just getting harder because the boss wants to let me in on how to run the actual business so that when he's away i can think about what priorities there are and deal with things myself.

Joy.

So yeah, im constantly on the verge of crying at home, so i've distracted myself by going frequently to the gym and working out and doing some laps, then relaxing in the spa and sauna before going home again. He never asks me if i have plans on the weekend or if i want to do something with him. This morning he told me we were going to Broomy's for a 'arty' tonight. That means boredom for me, and i ddn't even know about it, and next week apparently he and one of his friends had already arranged for his friend to come up and them to have a heavy metal fest all night and stay here the weekend. When was i going to hear about it? This morning. Right after i ask him if he wants to go to Melbourne with me that weekend.

So we're trying to keep things together, but we don't know how its actually going at the moment. We're trying though, and niether of us want to leave the relationship. So thats good. And thats about it.

Nothing much else to say. I was thinking about putting up a new poem but im still distracted and not too sure whether i should start doing that again. Been in a few chatrooms, and not much has been going on there either, it seems a bit lifeless. No more pure Aus rooms either...

Might make one to sit in when im bored.

So anywho, i'll see you all later i suppose.

Don't forget to drink your juice.

Luv,
~Wicked Mistress