Fuel light? What fuel light?

...what the lovely Rachel deserves for being my knight in shining armour today, and rescuing me from my conked out car. After an exceptionally shitty week, it's so nice to smile because she took the time out of her day for someone she barely knows, when I had a crappy-old-car-dying-for-no-reason emergency. The follow up text message to make sure I was safe was beyond sweet.

...In other news, things are a bit crap, hence the lack of posting. I'm in the middle of trying to decide whether to break my lease and move out, and where that might leave me if I do. I've had a year too many of unwashed dishes, smelly socks and a lack of respect cluttering my life, and it's time to stand up for myself. Which I'm finding easier said than done, what with two dogs, very little money and the fact my car magically disappears every morning along with said dirty sock wearer, without my knowledge. Le sigh.

You may now call me Laticia.

My dream came true.

Strange Bedfellows.

To lighten the mood a little...

My lovely day @ the beach.

Arse crap bum shite pillock etc.

Upon finding there was no clean teaspoons left in the house, (how? why?) I resorted to using the half teaspoon plastic measuring spoons usually reserved to baking. Why? I NEED coffee. Why? I am in SUCH a foul mood, not least because the idiot Chef just wrote his car off, and I know full well I will now lose my car to him. Who the hell doesn't see a ditch? Why do I lose my independence and life because of his repeatedly stupid actions? The cost of his insurance + excess for having an accident will be well into the $3000 mark, money which could have been used going to Fiji, if we even had that amount floating around. In the last 3 months, he's spent that much again after his last accident with our garden tap, and the car is still un-roadworthy and un-registered, meaning he drives my car and I have none. I am so. Freakin'. Pissed off.

*devours the remaining American chocolate in a fit of emotional eating*

I sometimes think it's a miracle there's no hard liquor or illegal substances in my house.

before I go sleepy byes...

Parting with Tiny Kitten was so hard. Yes, she's clearly posessed by the devil, and no, my curtains will never be the same, but I kinda got used to her using the hallway as a Nascar track and my undies are her play things. Even harder to be told she's most likely going to be euthanized today. I told them to call me immediately, and I will go pick her up and bring her straight home if they think her rattly chest is non-appealing to the kitty-wanting public. Dying on the operating table or not being fit enough adoption, my arse.

I'll wait and see.

On a positive note, I had the joy of TGI Friday's with Sarah - dear, sweet Potato Twister-y goodness. I think I may need to roll myself off to bed, I'm so full. *salivates just thinking about it*
It was a good catch up, made better by my all time favorite food group, starch.

Night night :)

Tiny kittens and rings.

Tiny Foster Kitten is going back to the RSPCA today, as she's reached the right weight. She's currently destroying things in my bedroom - just for a change - and I am looking forward to the peace and quiet, and mending all the shoelaces/curtains/laptop leads she has maimed in her stay. Having said that, she has developed sinus problems, and I'm concerned she wont be able to be re-homed. If this is the case, she'll be back here like a shot, happily wreaking havoc on anything delicate, with me cursing her to hell and back. Remind me again - why do I get involved?
My new ring. It's massive and tacky. I heart it.

There's still leftover Reeses Pieces sitting next to me, saying, as clear as anything, EAT ME.

I dare not defy them.

slurp, munch, drool, crunch. Continue.

One of the best things about dating an American? Discovering the above.

Hot diggity damn, I am in love.
I can't get enough.

The sad part is they're so hard to track down, but good Lord, they are worth the wait.

Creepy.

I totally just got the random, bizarre urge to crimp my hair.

No! I said SEVEN eight two, you robotic moron!

I'm having to deal with some truly crap customer service today. I've had a list of things that needed to be dealt with, and true to form, I've put them off til the last minute. So while I'm on hold for the next 35 minutes (and intermittently swearing at the robotic machine lady who asks for my details repeatedly and never understands a word I say) I will eat a massive bowl of Fruity Bix, do a quick post and completely forget everything it is I am calling about.

Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous, and the first nice weather I've seen for about a week, so I packed the dogs in the car and went on a nice road trip to Mums, and of course to the beach. Other than nearly losing my ears to frost bite, it was divine. The dogs had a ball, and didn't manage to roll in anything too revolting, which was handy after their hours of grooming for the day before (see why here).
I (again) had a discrepancy with my new 'healthy eating' diet, and wolfed down several batches of home made fries for dinner, while Mum and I watched dodgy Robbie Williams videos. Ahh, I love going home. It's so nice to have a mother who truly appreciates crap music videos from my childhood in England as much as I do.

I am also happy to report I found several links to trail rides along the beach left on my mac this morning, so I'm hoping I'll be whisked off for a 'secret' horse ride very soon :)