Do I really need that skin on my heel? No? I didn't think so...
Does anyone know of a less painful way of breaking in shoes? They are excellent in everyway except they are rubbing the skin of the back of my heels. They are men's size 8.5, which is supposedly quite large for my feet. So I am sure it's not that they are too small. It could be that, I am a growing girl!
I survived the night shift. I started a cross-stitch of eeyore. The people I was working with and who came on at 7 were amazed that I could still do the cross stitch at 6-7am. I got rather tired around 3-4 which is a notorious time for me to be tired anyway, so I had a nice big cup of milo! Eat that battery down!! Well that's what it looks like on the ads 
I eventually "crashed" at 11am. And when I say crash I mean crash. I was at the car dealership with my dad and I was literally falling asleep with my head resting on my hand. You know how sometimes you can fall asleep and still hear what's going on around you? I heard nothing but my dreams. So rather than buy a new ute he decided to take me home. Good choice I say. My dad wants to buy a new ute, but each time we go they seem to try and rip dad off with his "trade in". So I have given dad my stipulations for taking the ute off his hands. It works out the same if I take over the mean green machine and dad just buys his "dream ute". Ridiculous? Ridiculus? Reeeeedickyoulas? 
I am highly distractable atm.
The other night, can't remember which one, but I was at work at the time. I met a girl who I have "known" since I was about 6/7/8 and she was 3/4/5. Through the church I used to previously attend as a child. Her older brother was in my class at high school. And I remember her face from high school, which blew her mind that I even knew who she was. Not that I knew her name, but that I was able to remember her face from high school seeing that we are about 3 years apart. (I think). She knows people that I know and who I knew. Like for instance that guy who I was looking for earlier, she knows him. It was amazing to talk to her about people who I used to know, not in a gossiping he said she said, but to know who was still there and how they are. I told her about one guy who is my 2nd cousin and she was amazed. It's a very small town Ipswich. And yet it's quite large in that there are people who I may never know/meet in my/their entire lives, while people who I know from anytime in my life, continue to come back into my life!?!?! How remarkable. But then if they are apart of God's family I am going to run into them in the end anyway. People are dying to get into heaven you know
My brother has opened up a can of kippers and I can smell them... why eat something that smells that bad? Though I don't eat seafood so that would be why I don't eat it. It's not that I don't like seafood, when it doesn't smell (like the kippers) bad and I am quite tempted to eat it. It looks nice when cooked well, even rollmops (eyeballs) catch my tastebuds attention. But I am unable to swallow, and if I can I have about one or two mouthfuls and that's all I can eat. My body doesn't seem to want to eat it. I can eat the prawn chips from chinese takeouts *drool* and if I can stomach it, a nice piece of barramundi or swordfish. Trust me to be able to eat the expensive stuff. So when my parents have fish and chips, I have steak or chicken. Or a hamburger with the lot. Back to the eyeballs: my mum and brother LOVE rollmops and the other night there was one left in the jar. The way that the rollmops were in the jar when I first looked I thought it was an eyeball *faint*
...*thinks*...
It's quite frigthening to be walking around work with a michael (forgot his last name, the english guy who was caught in a bathroom doing things you don't want to be caught doing) song in your head, when you know you don't have any of his songs or albums etc. I walked past the TV and heard the song on an ad. Which explains it. {I have no idea what the point of that was}...
Hero: Onwards dear!
Dimwitted lass who needs saving: Oh we are going somewhere?
Bad guys fast approaching...
Hero: *dumbstruck look*
Dimwitted lass who needs saving: *blank look*
Bad guys resting, and mumbling: why can't those two get it together, there's no fun without a chase...
Hero's Horse: neigh!!!
Hero: Oh yes that's right...
Our hero grabs the dimwitted lass who needs saving and rides off...
The bad guys throw their cigarettes to the side, swearing as they realise the hero has just ridden off with the dimwitted lass who needs saving. Each bad guy mounts his horse only to realise they have mounted them backwards which causes the horses much anxiety and they run off in all directions but the left one.
As the sun slowly sets over the southern horizon, our script writer realises it should have been north and his scream is heard for miles around....
THE END