Now it all makes sense......
During the week i scored about 50 text messages going back about 3 months, hence my last of communicado with absent friends....Milly- love to do the gig, Auntie B- football good, where were you thinking. Must apologise for general slackness in communication in general, life has taken over a little bit.
I have been interviewing potential applicants (that makes no grammatical sense!?) for my own job which is a little odd. I don't want anyone smarter than me or funnier than me or better looking than me (say Vanity....) for fear of destablising my position in the company pecking order. People put the weirdest stuff on their resumes and some people actually send their high school reports in. Maybe they took their teachers at their word that school reports are actually important. Buggered if I know where mine are.... It also brings out your prejudices in all the wrong ways. Oh you live at Salisbury, we'll call you......
Hasn't Big Brother this year been an emotional roller coaster and a publicists nightmare? Don't care? Me either. Am looking forward to Australian Idol this year. I love the way they include some "alternative" kids as cannon fodder for the first few weeks. They are soon sidelined for another backstreet boy or jessica simpson. Not Ashley Simpson, she's ok. Not too sure about the new nose though.
On celeb news great news that Bono has bought a Maserati, way to help those starving kids in Italy.....
Still on celeb news, what the fuck is "Skye Mangel" doing releasing a single?
Local celeb news now... The Creeps are having a rest and retooling. We have got rid on the rhythm section and running our own version of Creep Idol. We have a couple of shows to finish off in this incarnation then we start all the work again. Of course all your favourites like "Psycho Bitch" will be retained! Maybe we'll throw in some Yes covers or something...... Now i need to find something elso to do on Tuesday nights, will be a bit lost without band practice for a while. If anyone knows of a girl bass player send em over.
Have been asked (picked last just like school) to join the work netball team. Not sure if they know just how unfit I am, or the fact i don't own sneakers, or shorts, or any form of sporting inkling. Wonder how long this will last. At least the games are close to home.
