<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250</id><updated>2011-08-16T05:53:05.963+09:30</updated><category term='sad'/><category term='incorehent'/><category term='Gym'/><category term='Homicidal lesbian supermodels'/><category term='life is unfair'/><category term='really mind numbingly stupid'/><category term='Pinyata'/><category term='Comeback'/><category term='Stolen number plates'/><category term='karking it'/><category term='ramble.'/><category term='over this'/><category term='too many baked beans'/><category term='tradgedy'/><category term='Cold'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='Google'/><title type='text'>"Blog" just sounds Dirty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-1603853653039292828</id><published>2010-11-18T13:22:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:29:17.900+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Home again Home again, Jiggity Jigg</title><content type='html'>Yeeeeah.   Its been ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling crappy.  Diagnosed with Post Viral Fatigue Syndrome (PVFS).  Its kind of nice to have a name for it, but still sucks that there is no cure, only time, and even then there is no definate time period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm back now and in the warm cuddly arms of my blog, enveloped by the love only the internet can give. &lt;/sarcasm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but its an off day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-1603853653039292828?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1603853653039292828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=1603853653039292828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/1603853653039292828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/1603853653039292828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-again-home-again-jiggity-jigg.html' title='Home again Home again, Jiggity Jigg'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-291924339486719915</id><published>2009-08-15T01:48:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:01:13.156+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays birthdays everywhere</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISTAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i an awesome girlfriend or what?  i drove clear across 3 towns and across a river just to get my mista a perfect pressie for his birthday... metallica guitar hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made him the best cake of all time!  chocolate, whipped cream, and chocolate frosting!  mmmmmmm calorific!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was also sneaky sneaky and made him a pressie from myself and eskimoo, a photo album of all the photos of eski from when she came home till now.  SO CUTE! needless to say he LOVED IT!  it totally shows how much she has grown in such a short time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of eskimoo, she finally graduated from puppy school!  she was the top of her class!  To graduate, they had to obey at least one command in front of the whole class, eski completed the sit, shake, drop, bang! and roll over! BEST DOG EVER!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the obsticle course, which if it wasnt for some persons son....... (not saying anything) eski would have won. but was pipped at the post by the dog that came in half way through the course.... ( im so going to be one of those overbearing mums, cant you tell?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the "Recognition" test where the vet took our pup out too the  holding room, and all the other owners and dogs stood around in the other room,  and we stood in the furthest part of the room, and we had to call our pup and they timed to see how long it took for eski to come to us... 5 seconds!  best ever! ( but the dog that joined 2 weeks in beat her with 4 seconds..... still not saying anything....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still an awesome ending to the school, and we got a certificate and a class photo out of it!  totally worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, its like 2.30 in the morning, and i am totally not functioning right, so ill call it a night/morning and say night night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-291924339486719915?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/291924339486719915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=291924339486719915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/291924339486719915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/291924339486719915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthdays-birthdays-everywhere.html' title='Birthdays birthdays everywhere'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-1178402800469762325</id><published>2009-07-21T21:49:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:56:39.228+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Airline Earphones...just stupid by design? or a perfectly good torture device...</title><content type='html'>now i have a question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the little earphones that you HAVE to by from the airlines, because normal ones wont fit into the little two pronged holes?  are they not the WORST designed earphones ever?  Its like if micky D's started giving them away with their happy meals... I wouldnt be too happy then!  they cause severe ear pain after about... oh 10 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, im not going on, or have recently been on a plane, but chatting with my partners parents who are off to england in 9 days, i was wondering if they will have to endure those little forgedbysatanhimself ear savagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i started to think... what happens if you are hearing impaired... say... with a hearing aid?  you cant possibly be expected to use those, they wouldnt fit.... and it would also be discrimination against the handicapped to say that there was nothing else available to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was brought up that they could just ask you to use the subtitles for movies.... but as far as i can see, that would be like saying to a parapalegic... oh we dont have a wheelchair, but we could just roll you along the floor... yeah your going to get to your destination, but its going to be painful and humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the moral of this rant is.... the next time i fly with any airline, im going to tell them that i am deaf, just so i can have a really good argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least get some comfortable earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly pilly&lt;br /&gt;x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-1178402800469762325?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1178402800469762325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=1178402800469762325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/1178402800469762325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/1178402800469762325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2009/07/airline-earphonesjust-stupid-by-design.html' title='Airline Earphones...just stupid by design? or a perfectly good torture device...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-681819006556674481</id><published>2009-06-28T18:01:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:04:47.757+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Nuff said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/Skcq2KfPKSI/AAAAAAAAADo/937OTw5BQvg/s1600-h/fluffy+stop+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352293792169797922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/Skcq2KfPKSI/AAAAAAAAADo/937OTw5BQvg/s320/fluffy+stop+it.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just replace 'fluffy' with 'Eski' and its so funny its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-681819006556674481?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/681819006556674481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=681819006556674481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/681819006556674481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/681819006556674481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/nuff-said.html' title='Nuff said'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/Skcq2KfPKSI/AAAAAAAAADo/937OTw5BQvg/s72-c/fluffy+stop+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-5146136739356625090</id><published>2009-06-21T19:26:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:44:13.477+09:30</updated><title type='text'>snuggled down with a nice glass of red</title><content type='html'>what a lovely end to a busy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Grantus for the B-E-A-U-tiful bottle of red.... its just lovely.  Nothing better than snuggled down on the couch in your PJ's with a nice glass, especially when it Fur-Fur-Fur FREEZIN outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very busy weekend.  Lots of doggie beachin for Eski, and lots of time spent with my parents old dog mollie (a.k.a Nanna *reference to peter pan books... she really is Nana, i swear!) she is such a good old dog, cant think of anyone better to get my pup socially adjusted to other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought myself a book to make up for the fact that I wanted to go crazy and get my hair done this pay, but just couldnt financially find it feesable since my car died and i had to fork out for a new battery! (yuk!) Bought Bark Busters the guide to dog behaviour and training, cause Eski is like no other dog I have had to train in my life! (being about 2 ive had a hand in training, and 1 I have trained)  She is being quite difficult, and Mista just feels like he just isnt getting it with her training and its stressing me out massively! (the dog more than mista!  worded that wrong!)&lt;br /&gt;The book is really helpful, and it was hard to choose with all the books available, but this one seems just right, especially with lots of case histories of pups and dogs with the kind of problems they are guiding you how to fix. I am almost halfway through, and its really making sense!  apparently my dog is the one out of the litter born to be a pack leader, and is one of the hardest pups to train!  lucky us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll stick to it and she'll be right as rain in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo mister is pestering me to finish so he can read it, so i will finish up by saying... geez this is a lovely glass of red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-5146136739356625090?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5146136739356625090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=5146136739356625090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/5146136739356625090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/5146136739356625090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/snuggled-down-with-nice-glass-of-red.html' title='snuggled down with a nice glass of red'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-8521155026810282839</id><published>2009-06-19T11:42:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:53:06.956+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Why god gave us muscles....</title><content type='html'>TO MAKE THEM HURT THATS WHY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you havent already guessed, im in a bit of pain here today... luckily (or unluckily if you see it that way) its my RDO today so i can slum it at home in pain, but then there is only to dog to bitch too (hahaha i made a pun... didnt realise it till just now) and she doesnt seem to care all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts in my arms, and i couldnt figure out why, since i havent done anything out of the ordinary in my gym routine... and then it came to me.... it was at work in theatre when I had to hold this guys arm up in the air whilst they plastered it from fingers to under arm, and to make matters worse he was under Anasthetic so it was a heavy son of a gun, aaaaaand even worse was the fact that they put plaster on it and that makes it heavy as a lead ballooon... try holding that in the air for the time it takes plaster to set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, I made the surgeon laugh when at about the 10 minute mark stated&lt;br /&gt;"anyone with a broken arm raise their haaaaaannnd....NOW!"  I didnt think it was all that funny... inappropriate... but not all that funny...  But he thought it was hi-larious.  well... it had been a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So push comes to shove... i hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go now, gots lots of things to do (BILLS!!! DAMN BILLS!!! I HATE YOU!) and i might take Eski down to the dog beach... at least one of us will have fun today :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers big ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-8521155026810282839?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8521155026810282839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=8521155026810282839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/8521155026810282839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/8521155026810282839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-god-gave-us-muscles.html' title='Why god gave us muscles....'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-8381679972963056826</id><published>2009-06-18T22:46:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:55:40.390+09:30</updated><title type='text'>We were the losers of a grandfinal of the losers of the top division.... (?)</title><content type='html'>I know... i dont get it either....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball grandfinal tonight.... we lost (wah wah wah...) I dont think any of us could really take it seriously when we as a team have only one 4 out of like 15 games,  and yet we made the grand final.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a specky fall... RIGHT ON MY &lt;em&gt;ASS&lt;/em&gt;!!!  Now my neck and back rather hurt... might have to go see the physio bout my neck... its been giving me grief for a few days now, and it hurties so much i just cant get comfy tonight.... ive even resorted to two panadiene and it hasn't even touched it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im gonna cut this short today.... I kinda need to pee ... and ill be damned if im going to be one of those people who take the lap top with them to the bathroom (EW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nighty night people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-8381679972963056826?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8381679972963056826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=8381679972963056826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/8381679972963056826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/8381679972963056826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-were-losers-of-grandfinal-of-losers.html' title='We were the losers of a grandfinal of the losers of the top division.... (?)'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-8803480297564556227</id><published>2009-06-15T21:58:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:17:58.623+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Feelin so good, I'm starting a health kick</title><content type='html'>Thanks yal for all your kind words when i was sickie poo, but im feelin much better now, sept some dizzyness (its very disturbing to turn around and reach for something and find you have over shot the mark by at least half a meter...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now im feelin better, and since it is winter and like 5 months away from my 25th, im on a health kick (again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doin well, went to the gym today, and my food wasnt ALL bad... so i guess im off to a pretty good start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for my 25th! im gonna start a list of all the crazy things i want to do in my life to LIVE IT!  I thought of a good one today, I want to go to europe, and while im in London, i want to take a picture of myself (and mattie!) at every place in monopoly so that we have our own personal monopoly set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooot! got my first thingie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im pumped for my fitness!  Im pumped for my birthday, and Im just generally pumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is today, and there is always what tomorow brings, hopefully it wont bring me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-8803480297564556227?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8803480297564556227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=8803480297564556227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/8803480297564556227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/8803480297564556227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/feelin-so-good-im-starting-health-kick.html' title='Feelin so good, I&apos;m starting a health kick'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-864853498486366239</id><published>2009-06-11T16:46:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:06:54.136+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Under the Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/SjCyMqO6KZI/AAAAAAAAADY/ujeeKne7qNM/s1600-h/P6020155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345968688253774226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/SjCyMqO6KZI/AAAAAAAAADY/ujeeKne7qNM/s200/P6020155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling unwell today (haha very funny, no its not swine flu, &gt;:P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My car is dead, so I had to taxi it to the kingston Med center and back, not to meantion the $55 fee for the 5 minutes with the Doctor. At least he was a smart Doctor. He wanted to give me today and tomorow off, but I said I probably wanted to go back to work tomorow, so he wrote me two certs so if im still not well, i can use the second. And he wrote me a script for antibiotics just incase, since we were nearing the weekend and all and so i didnt have to come back if i didnt get better. Smart smart smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still dont like feeling sick. My throat is all icky and my head... it aches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my pupper is still cute! While waiting for the taxi to come home, i stopped in at the vet to enquire about their puppy school. Wont it be sweet! my little puppy all growed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345968689932209506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/SjCyMwfFDWI/AAAAAAAAADg/WePHqMmcuFg/s200/P5310134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to teach her not to bite at the moment, which isnt going so well for Mister.  She just looooves him and loves to play (which for her, involves biting) and dadoo mister just doesnt have the heart to disipline her when she does... He's trying though.  When we get her enrolled for her obedience training after puppy school, Mister will be the one taking her, so that hopefully, they both learn a thing or two!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well must get puppermoo in to feed her, hopefully she doesnt bark cause mummy's head hurts!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya all, hope your all feeling better than me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Lilly xoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-864853498486366239?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/864853498486366239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=864853498486366239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/864853498486366239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/864853498486366239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/under-weather.html' title='Under the Weather'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/SjCyMqO6KZI/AAAAAAAAADY/ujeeKne7qNM/s72-c/P6020155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-7186329307761493732</id><published>2009-06-09T20:50:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:53:49.259+09:30</updated><title type='text'>aaaw back to work</title><content type='html'>I am tired.... I am sore.... mmmm yep, its the day after the long weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its been raining non stop for 5 days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares out of window at wet soppy darkness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-7186329307761493732?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7186329307761493732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=7186329307761493732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/7186329307761493732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/7186329307761493732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/aaaw-back-to-work.html' title='aaaw back to work'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-4648761998165835574</id><published>2009-06-03T20:24:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:21:02.488+09:30</updated><title type='text'>MY 100th Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe its been 100 posts of .... well... absolutely nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to me, I'm awesome, yadda yadda yadda. Now on with the news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Allierufus came and stayed with us on the weekend, cause mum went away to sunny (wet) and warm (humid) Townsville for a bit of snuggle time with my dad as he is away on business for 5 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an awesome time playing wii, watching movies, playing board games, shmearing on chocolate mud masks whilst trying to eat m&amp;amp;m's without tainting it with the muddy mess on our faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on the first day of winter (a rather chilli morning, i might add, we had a super duper frost!) when we opened the curtains to find.... Ducks... (?!?) 2 ducks... we have no lakes, no rivers, no nothing that ducks would be living at.... and they where on our front lawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when i opened the window to take photo's, the little cheeky buggers came running to the window looking for food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343063070915206786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/SiZfjeJonoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3HZfcuvdvWo/s200/P5310146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343061699305099986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/SiZeTogTUtI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y5b8dFrksf8/s200/P5310144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAAAAnd it wouldnt be a blog post without a cuuuute picture of our puppy-moo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343066211609093218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/SiZiaSJaJGI/AAAAAAAAADA/YfuQF-YBaCk/s200/P6020163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343066219260790290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/SiZiauptxhI/AAAAAAAAADI/9lfTgMJdLJ4/s200/P6020170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343066222167887474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/SiZia5e0jnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NMOJVlIybxk/s200/P6020171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyhoo have to go, dog's a Whinin and wants a hug.... or to chew me, not too sure yet,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love ya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lilly x0x0x0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-4648761998165835574?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4648761998165835574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=4648761998165835574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/4648761998165835574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/4648761998165835574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-100th-post.html' title='MY 100th Post!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/SiZfjeJonoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3HZfcuvdvWo/s72-c/P5310146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-3012170051383025313</id><published>2009-05-30T21:26:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:30:38.407+09:30</updated><title type='text'>more puppie foetoes!</title><content type='html'>I do love my goofie puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/SiEfoledMmI/AAAAAAAAACo/z118mvYFggw/s1600-h/Nom+Nom+Nom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341585415153201762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/SiEfoledMmI/AAAAAAAAACo/z118mvYFggw/s320/Nom+Nom+Nom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-3012170051383025313?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3012170051383025313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=3012170051383025313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/3012170051383025313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/3012170051383025313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-puppie-foetoes.html' title='more puppie foetoes!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/SiEfoledMmI/AAAAAAAAACo/z118mvYFggw/s72-c/Nom+Nom+Nom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-557928526657600576</id><published>2009-05-29T10:55:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:12:24.816+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comeback'/><title type='text'>I'm Back Y'all!</title><content type='html'>Ha! and you thought i wouldn't be posting again! well this will separate the men from the boys to see if anyone notices that i have started posting again, as it has been aaaaages and if your still checking it, then you are a greater man than i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whats been up in my life.... hrrrrm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to bring you up to date i will do it in point form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I passed my EN course! WOOT TO ME! (it took way longer than expected and way too many sleepless nights and tears, but I DID IT!) Thanks to those who were there for me&lt;br /&gt;*I applied and was accepted into the Transition Year for Enrolled Nurses! (also my momma got in too!)&lt;br /&gt;*I was that impressive that I was offered the one of three positions in the main operating theatre! AWESOME!!!!! ANOTHER WOOT TO ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Mista and I took the plunge and bought our very own beautiful house!!! ANOTHER WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;*The fiance of a good friend of mine is MIA after he threw himself into the surf to save one of the two autistic children in his care after he ran into the waves. It has been more than a year now. My heart breaks for my friend and his and her family. Very sad&lt;br /&gt;*Mista and I took another plunge and rescued a beautiful, if not a little spastic, puppy from the doggie home! Her name is Eski, and she is Husky x Rottie, but the dog's home vet assures us that she is Kelpie x... well whatever she is, she is going to be beautiful in our eyes! Love you, you insane, chewing and pooping machine!&lt;br /&gt;* this isnt a milestone in my life, but worth mentioning, our bronze comet fish, affectionately known as The Chief, did the impossible and actually changed colour from brown, to gold!! WTF?the only brown left is a smudge on his tail! Who would have thunk it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all i can think of at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to go pick up my itty bitty sister who is staying with me for the weekend cause my mum is off to townsville to gallavant with my dad who is working up there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We is going to have soooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, love you and leave you, and a warning, the hangman game i installed at the bottom of my site is rather addictive, you have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly xoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-557928526657600576?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/557928526657600576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=557928526657600576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/557928526657600576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/557928526657600576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back-yall.html' title='I&apos;m Back Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-3559769660611435880</id><published>2008-05-27T14:48:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:51:56.269+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Sick and has exam tomorow and on monday</title><content type='html'>the title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me all luck tomorow for my scenario exam, then on monday for my medical calculations exam, and wish me luck then 7 weeks after that for my prac placement in the GSU (general surgical unit + Gynocology) at the royal for 6 weeks after that. (nobody get sick, i warn you)\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry's here, so i gotsta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-3559769660611435880?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3559769660611435880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=3559769660611435880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/3559769660611435880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/3559769660611435880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick-and-has-exam-tomorow-and-on-monday.html' title='Sick and has exam tomorow and on monday'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-9088043215598588958</id><published>2008-03-19T12:57:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:16:28.178+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradgedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is unfair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Crisis of Faith- Why life is as unfair as it gets</title><content type='html'>Why such a morbid title? well I havent slept properly in 3 days, I have been crying my eyes out, and I can't seem to get myself together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friends Fiance, who is also a good friend, is missing, presumed dead.  He most probably went to save one of the autistic children in his care.  Lord knows that he would be the person to risk his life for those children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I cry.  This is why I have been asking myself why someone who is probably the best human being in our lives, and not some low life tosser.  There are so many bad people in this world, why him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had only just really become engaged.  I remember how happy she was, how she reconed that she had to drop massive hints, along with his and her family.  But it finally happened on a short holiday to bruny.  It was so terrific.&lt;br /&gt;I remember having one of the best times going out for dinner with the two of them, what a joker he was and how i have never felt as relaxed and laughed as much as i have that time.  I remember running into him at zone three, and nearly breaking my arm because he was such a giant guy, and him apologising and asking if i was alright, even though we were on different teams.  I remember play bitching with him about how all we ever heard from our partners was about work, and how we knew everything that ever happened there thanks to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how we joked at the christmas dinner, because we didnt get anything from secret santa.  He was such a friendly guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved him, we loved him, and i dont know any person his life touched that didnt love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never truly believe he is gone, not until the very end.  I wont, I cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant even do my normal life, everything makes me cry, and people dont seem to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant function not until i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I havent blogged for a long time, and that this blog is a sad and painful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need my friends right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-9088043215598588958?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9088043215598588958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=9088043215598588958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/9088043215598588958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/9088043215598588958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/crisis-of-faith-why-life-is-as-unfair.html' title='Crisis of Faith- Why life is as unfair as it gets'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-5534795586942962954</id><published>2007-10-19T08:34:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:42:56.263+09:30</updated><title type='text'>WOOT BIRTHDAYS!</title><content type='html'>So my birthday has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I totally won the birthday game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what I wanted by my sister, I told her I wanted some money to by new sneakers, as my old ones dont look to good held together with gaffa tape. (true story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did she get me?  A money tin entitled "New Shoe Kitty"  So cruel its GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my littlest sister got me some really nice white wine glasses (what does that say about me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mattie got me a Fobwatch (i dont know if that is how it is spelt) It is the pin on upsidedown watch that NURSIES WEAR!! OMG its AWESOME!!! Thanks MATTIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma got me this awesome book called the Cookie Sutra.  Its adorable (and practical!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Binty got me SQUIDWARD TO SPEAK ON MY PHONE!!! how uber awesome is that!?! I am the envy of all the grade schoolers in the WORLD!! IN YOUR FACE KINDIE KIDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emi Got me a necklace holder thingie that is ever so bohemian and gorgeous.  My maw gots me nutrimetics (GASP) still uber awesome though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kel also got me a little human anatomy figurine.  WOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh!  and Mattie also took me out to dinner at Blue Skies, and the poor little bugger had a really bad cold/flu.  And he also arranged for Cherry and Ghenkis to come too without me knowing!  It was the best surprise EVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all up, uber awesome off the wickedometer Birthday of ALL TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does little pointy finger dance of birthday extacy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all that made it Awesome!  You guys rock so hard sometimes you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-5534795586942962954?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5534795586942962954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=5534795586942962954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/5534795586942962954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/5534795586942962954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/10/woot-birthdays.html' title='WOOT BIRTHDAYS!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-1920884043967174174</id><published>2007-09-19T17:08:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:14:40.297+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>Its my birthday soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday rocking around again just points out to me the fact that I havent seen, nor spoken to a hell of a lot of friends in the last year. I miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my friends who still read this, It has been a pretty F**ked up year to two years. Im sorry I havent spoken to alot of you, But money is pretty much a urban legend made up by all you other people in the world to make me think that It exists, but I have really seen no proof of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I am too poor and too many unlucky events have slammed their shovel of fate into my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a side note i find that last metaphore thingie quite illustrative of my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, all i really want for my birthday is too see you all. Mister Nate, I still havent given you and your lovely girlfriend your christmas pressent from last year... its not as funny anymore, but im sure you both will find it rather amusing still. God, I havent even MET her yet! how depressing is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah you probably are too afraid that she will be overcome by my whimsickle charms and fall for me... yeah... it happens.... I cant help it... I oooze sexual-ness-ness. The ladies cant help themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I cant help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry, god i have seen you like, what? twice?  Its not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poor Seige, havent seen her in probably forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Birthday.  Too poor.  Missing people.  Whinge whinge... yep, a tick in all boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*Last Minute Update*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yes, Brent, I miss you too, But If I hadnt of left it out, how else would I know that you read my posts? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-1920884043967174174?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1920884043967174174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=1920884043967174174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/1920884043967174174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/1920884043967174174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-1892047494882695368</id><published>2007-09-13T13:53:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:02:15.209+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Dont let your life waste away....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"I choose to live my life and walk to that garden and to travel the world and not die at the age of 26 because... I don't want to."  Clare Oliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Im sorry to say that Clare Oliver died today.  She died from Melanoma.  I dont know why I am crying, its not like I knew her.  But I saw her on 60 minutes, and the quote above that she said just struck home.  I could just see me in her shoes, absolutely shattered that the things that I always thought I would acomplish in my life, that I thought I had all the time in the world to do, that I have just put off and put off, just wake up one day and find out that I will never be able to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I dont want to say that I feel sorry for her, but I feel a real connection with her.  I am sorry that she died though, I am sorry that she will never get to do the things she always thought she would be able to do.  I am sorry for her family, and for a life that will never be lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its such a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think we should all think about our lives, and strive to do the things we always wanted to do, but were just do lazy to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You touched the hearts of many, and your death will not be in vain, as you did not want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:167.25pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\LILLYP~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLILLYP%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_image002.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1025" height="148" width="223" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-1892047494882695368?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1892047494882695368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=1892047494882695368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/1892047494882695368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/1892047494882695368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-let-your-life-waste-away.html' title='Dont let your life waste away....'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-8151228004202952182</id><published>2007-08-06T14:54:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-08-06T15:04:23.371+09:30</updated><title type='text'>When Relaxation CD's Attack</title><content type='html'>WHY WONT THE WORLD LET ME SLEEP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been since the start of my course that I havent been able to sleep properly.  We are now into week 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God at first I thought it may have been cause I have been studying and maybe i was stressed... but now i think it is because fate hates me and happens to be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt sleep at first cause Mattie would make a noise... not a loud one, just any noise... and It would drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put on a dvd and listened to it until i fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the possum cause the Asian students next door are lying to the council about the amount of people they have living in one domicile, and the council have only given them a small bin. which they overfill, and the possum eats it.  And screeches, and spits and is looking at its last days if i get a hold of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the upstairs people started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have some people who must have just moved in down the road and they party all night long (especially sundays for some reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my legs got all uppity and wont sit still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided that I would listen to a hypnorelax tape as i went to sleep. FAT EFFING CHANCE!! First it was the party down the road with drunk girls screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Asians next door tried to sneakily (at 11.30 at night) pack their rubbish into our bins... overfilling them noisily and so they wouldnt shut anymore. (we watched them do this, and they saw us watching them, but they still did it anyway, bastards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Upstairs was watching a DVD with MASS SURROUND SOUND that made my windows rattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a Taxi pulled up with its lights blaring through my bedroom window, and it flicked its highbeams for 5 minutes before blaring the horn to say that it was there (12.30 at night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS GONNA KILL!!!  So as revenge, mattie took the rubbish out of our bins and put it next to the cars (pretty new bmw's) next door, and that hopefully attracted the possum who subsiquently destroyed their cars (heres hoping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he hit the roof with his cricket bat to get the guys upstairs to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, off to sleep in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya&lt;br /&gt;lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-8151228004202952182?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8151228004202952182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=8151228004202952182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/8151228004202952182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/8151228004202952182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-relaxation-cds-attack.html' title='When Relaxation CD&apos;s Attack'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-3346061759407325806</id><published>2007-07-27T14:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:46:38.865+09:30</updated><title type='text'>My Brain is so full its leaking out my ears</title><content type='html'>Hey yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back!  finally!  so tired! So much study.  I am so not used to sitting on my ass for such long periods that in the first 4 weeks of study I whacked on 2 Kilos!  EEEEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, with the help of NASA, we have implemented a plan to be known as "Operation: Stop expansion of Lils Ass, before it reaches astronomical proportions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was formerly known as "operation: Lils Ass Invasion" but a porno of a similar name threatened to sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It mainly consists of Walking in the morning, lunch time, and afternoons.  And resisting the almighty call of the snack machines that can be located in EVERY FREAKING CORNER OF THIS PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study does maketh me hunger for meats though... I shall call them Brain meats.  Yes, i hunger for brain meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo an update on what I have been doing so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law&lt;br /&gt;Legalities&lt;br /&gt;Acts&lt;br /&gt;Regulations&lt;br /&gt;Manual Handeling&lt;br /&gt;Medication Management module 1&lt;br /&gt;Dementia&lt;br /&gt;Bed Making&lt;br /&gt;Hand Washing&lt;br /&gt;Cultural diversity in the healthcare field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my worst subject ever...&lt;br /&gt;Communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont get it.  I thought I had a pretty good understanding of communication, but this just has no logical answer or meaning behind it, and therefore, I struggle like a cat in a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw well, Ill wing it and see how I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hungry, tired and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, also, I have started working sat nights at the glenorchy football club as a bar tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have new respect for bar persons now, as The nights i have worked so far have been;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies Night (over 200 drunk women in the one place with a football team doing half montie strips for them.  Not good, If i ever see another bacardi breezer in my life, it will be too soon, and i have the bottle opening scar on my hand to prove it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo night (free booze to the patrons and their wives, not to meantion the whole football team that showed up to take advantage of this, then half price grog after that.  Many a fight insued.  And no, you really are not that suave, and no, you will not get another beer if you keep asking me over and over and over again, the bar is closed, now GET OUT DAMN IT I WANNA GO HOME!!!" .....sorry, flashbacks from 'nam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, this sat, im only working from 4 till 8 but its my mums birthday dinner that I am going to be over an hour and a half late for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is gonna be pissed at me.  But I need the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, thats about it.  There are other things I could say, but I cant warrent saying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xxoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-3346061759407325806?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3346061759407325806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=3346061759407325806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/3346061759407325806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/3346061759407325806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-brain-is-so-full-its-leaking-out-my.html' title='My Brain is so full its leaking out my ears'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-6435289058498698784</id><published>2007-06-27T12:33:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-06-27T12:41:56.401+09:30</updated><title type='text'>NEW FUTURE! HERE I COME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RoHVQWgxaVI/AAAAAAAAABU/cOQzulI5DqA/s1600-h/Tatty+Teddy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080576331548289362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RoHVQWgxaVI/AAAAAAAAABU/cOQzulI5DqA/s320/Tatty+Teddy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, I did it, I finally did it! I resigned last Wednesday, And I finish up work this Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then come Monday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;IM STUDYING NURSING FULL TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WOOT!!! IM SCARED AS ALL HELL BUT ITS SO WORTH IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So just to let you all know, I may not be posting for a while anymore, cause without work, comes the almighty pain of no internet, and I certainly cant afford it if I am not working!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So it will be back to smoke signals and telepathy im afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wish me luck though my friends, cause Ima scared but excited and will probably be in for the emotional rollercoaster ride of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Im going to miss the people I work with though, They were awesome bunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyhoo, must dash, I have to fill the heads of two lovely ladies with my job stuff, and I think one of them is about to cry with the amount of stuff she has to learn in 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love you all and will try to keep in touch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lilly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-6435289058498698784?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6435289058498698784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=6435289058498698784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/6435289058498698784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/6435289058498698784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-future-here-i-come.html' title='NEW FUTURE! HERE I COME!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RoHVQWgxaVI/AAAAAAAAABU/cOQzulI5DqA/s72-c/Tatty+Teddy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-6676500909988438089</id><published>2007-06-14T16:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:38:07.840+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I'm still sore.  Tried to play netball on tuesday, and made it half way through before I just couldnt do it anymore.  My knees shook with the pain from my tummy seam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my loving mummy-kins said that I should be able to play now alright and that I should be playing so that my seam doesnt get all stiff and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm... believe my pain receptors, or my mum.... hrm that is a tough one, and I dont care who you are, you would be torn in this situation too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Cherry over Sat night with Ghenkis for dinner and drinkies.  She brought over her latest creation in Swarkophski crystal (or whatever it is called)  IT IS B-E-A -U-tiful!  if this doesnt win the Crystal park thing, We will all have the answer that we pretty much already knew... that damn thing is rigged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please oh please everyone, go to &lt;a href="http://www.crystalpark.com.au/"&gt;www.crystalpark.com.au&lt;/a&gt; and vote for Emma Jenkins "Indian Gothic Bridal" (number 39 at the moment, but it does change from day to day, cause they caught on to me just going to that number and voting..... these are some smart crystal people... maybe they have an all knowing crystal ball or something..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wont let me vote more than once for anything now, the bastards caught on to me... So I am using the power of suggestion to go forth and multipy the votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Feel my awesome throbbing powers of suggestion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, im poor, i need to buy lots of expensive books for Tafe, and also pay for my Tafe course.  and Resign.. oh yes... must remember to do that.... bwahahahahaaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-6676500909988438089?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6676500909988438089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=6676500909988438089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/6676500909988438089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/6676500909988438089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-im-still-sore.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-960944025600085958</id><published>2007-06-07T13:06:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:32:44.570+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I have seams... so I guess Im like a Teddy bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RmeDWcrWSrI/AAAAAAAAABM/euFZ7H2rfrs/s1600-h/Tatty+Teddy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073167926934522546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RmeDWcrWSrI/AAAAAAAAABM/euFZ7H2rfrs/s320/Tatty+Teddy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im back! I didnt die!! WOOT!!! Viva life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The op went ....well. It wasnt what they thought it was (endometriosis... if you dont know what that is, google it... its not pretty)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on the other hand, everything wasnt hunky dory either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was funny when the doctor delivered the news, at first i was like "HOOHAR!! its not endometriosis! I can still have kids!!! No more pain!!! IM NORMAL!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was apparently a Pollyp (wikipedia it or google it, im not fussed) that would have been caused by something foriegn (ew) that they have removed which would have been the cause of my problemo's. So finders crossed that nabbs this in the budd!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it doesnt stop there, then she kinda blahzayed out "but your left fallopian tube is blocked." Continue on with medical jargon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this was me "WOO!...wait, what? how can that have happened?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh, probably from that infection we had to fix ages ago (that spawned from another thing ages ago that I will never speak of, and if you know, please keep it to yourself for my sake, thanks) continue on with medical jargon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was me "......um..... cant this be fixed??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was her "oh... no...." Continue on with medical jargon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was all like "wait, stop there, say again? my what is where now? it cant be fixed? so my left ovary and fallopian tube is what? for ever? like, permanently?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was her "oh yes, but thats ok, cause you have your right one." continue on with medical jargon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was me "..........................................................................*sqeak*..................................."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went from the most extaticly happy that I have been in my life, to so crushed that I wept unconsolably in a record time of.. oh... about 0.03 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love that bedside manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know, everyone has been telling me, "oh its not like you cant have kids, you still have the other one, this is nothing. At least it wasnt endometriosis! Lots of people go through life with only one and they are just fine."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you, if you were male, I ask you, how would you feel if the doctor took one of your testicles? not quite manly now are we? Wouldnt feel right again ever huh? Feel like a tear is forming? yeah i thought so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, loose an arm, meh, thats nothing, you still got the other one... Lots of people go through life fine with just one arm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you cant tell, the fact that everyone keeps telling me that its nothing and everything will be fine, isnt really comforting me as much as you would think. A little the first time I heard it, but it sorta jades me every other time it is said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've cried all the tears I wish to cry, Ive stayed at my mums and had her cuddle me, Mattie bought me an angel bear from the teddy bear shop that is so soft and cuddly it makes you wanna never let it go, and flowers from matties parents and their dog stating what a brave girl I am (that made me feel quite empowered...yeah.... i am a brave girl, arent i? *insert muscle flex*grrr!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thanks to all that sent me messages, and emails of well wishing, it was nice to hear your support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had my four stitches removed now, and feeling a little sore, but should be back to as normal as possible quite soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im off to have my cornflakes (aka - Lunch at work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-960944025600085958?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/960944025600085958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=960944025600085958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/960944025600085958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/960944025600085958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-seams-so-i-guess-im-like-teddy.html' title='I have seams... so I guess Im like a Teddy bear'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RmeDWcrWSrI/AAAAAAAAABM/euFZ7H2rfrs/s72-c/Tatty+Teddy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-5872774800542439578</id><published>2007-05-25T13:22:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-05-25T13:38:20.866+09:30</updated><title type='text'>No flowers, just a bouquet of CANDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RlZd6luZEnI/AAAAAAAAABE/6wKB7PE-Pwg/s1600-h/band-aid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068341691792560754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RlZd6luZEnI/AAAAAAAAABE/6wKB7PE-Pwg/s320/band-aid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you are all my friends for real, all sympathy gifts will look like this one, with the only exceptance of booze and twisties...  but they must be bouquet form as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to my first live game of football tomorow, and I have been practicing screaming obsenities and bouncing around with my shirt off covered in what I hope will be the right teams colours face paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a seriously white and pink team isnt there?  Who's mascot happens to look like a pair of 22 year olds nipples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, that is just me BEING NAKED!! bwahahaahahahaaaa! try and play football with that bouncing around on the sidelines!!! Front row!! wait for the sports news highlight at 7pm Tassie TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid I kid, Im not really going to flash the whole Hawks team, .... Maybe the West Coast team, but "insert crappy drugs joke that we have all heard before, probably something about them being so blind on coke...yadda yadda so on so on. Or maybe they will pay more attention to my bare chest if I run a line of suspicious white powder that we can only assume is talcum powder over them.  plegh, its just not funny anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, those of you who know me pretty well will be asking yourselves right now "hey, what the hell, Lilly being at a football match is like a christian bretheren attending a Marilyn Manson concert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is one thing you didnt count on, and that is that THEY SERVE ALCOHOL AT THESE THINGS!!! WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME!?!?!  SWEET SWEET LIQUOR!!! So now I get to be drunk and topless and blame it all on football!!!  (insert another west coast drugs joke that we could all see coming like a deer in the headlights of the 9pm to Barlintonspruceville, something along the lines of *hyuk and I can take drugs and be a wanker and blame it all on the west coast football players for being so damn immitatable*plegh again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Have to get back to work now, you know, work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in other news,  I have been accepted into Enrolled nursing.  I so didnt think that I would get in, and now it seems that I rocked their little cotton socks so much that they want me to do the year long course.  (cost involved people, Im not that great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will keep you up to date on whether or not I actually enroll or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-5872774800542439578?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5872774800542439578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=5872774800542439578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/5872774800542439578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/5872774800542439578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-flowers-just-bouquet-of-candy.html' title='No flowers, just a bouquet of CANDY!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RlZd6luZEnI/AAAAAAAAABE/6wKB7PE-Pwg/s72-c/band-aid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-8835921971027982919</id><published>2007-05-24T16:09:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:23:11.384+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Hospitalized</title><content type='html'>How many of you get to say you have seen the inside of the new emergency ward at the Royal Hobart Hospital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where I spent all Monday.  In pain.  Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am booked in for an operation on next Wednesday 30th May.  I want to cry, but Im too scared too.  I just dont want to do it, but I know that if I dont do it, I will just keep on having this pain and keep ending up in the hospital again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need all the hands in the world to hang on to at this moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont lie, Im scared stiff, I just dont have a good feeling about all this.  But who would being me and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope they find out what is wrong and fix it.  And that I stay fixed. (in the fixed term, i do not mean like what you do to your pets when you want them to be neutered, i mean fixed as in the tv antenna when you use a coat hanger.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAG now ive got images in my head that involve operations and coat hangers!  WAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, wish me luck, hold my hand and give me a big hug and bandaid after this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;Expecially mattie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-8835921971027982919?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8835921971027982919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=8835921971027982919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/8835921971027982919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/8835921971027982919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/hospitalized.html' title='Hospitalized'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-6433475927399377144</id><published>2007-05-17T15:07:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:41:19.114+09:30</updated><title type='text'>OBGYN of Doom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/Rkvt01uZEmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PqwEOwJA-6I/s1600-h/Scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065403697938895458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="116" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/Rkvt01uZEmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PqwEOwJA-6I/s320/Scared.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that gynie visit sucked ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wants me to have an operation or two.... Fuck that for a joke!  There is no way no how I am going to do that, I have had 2 ops in my life and as far as I am concerned it is 2 too many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Im torn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I? I might get better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shouldnt I? if i did do it and I dont get better then im no better off if not worse than before....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I just hide until its all over?  mmmmyep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldnt I just pretend this doesnt exist?  mmmmmprobably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would it be healthy to pretend it doesnt exist?  mmmmmmsorta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Work sucks ass.  I was about thiiiiiis close to quitting yesterday when the woman above me accused me infront of everyone about lying and trying to sneak it behind her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went to find the evidence on my computer email that I wasnt lying and loe and behold, someone (who must have administrator level access) had been on my computer and deleted that one email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the joke is on her (trying to blame all this shit on me) I found another copy of that email, so NUR NUR NUR BOOGEY NUTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sure she isnt really two faced, I mean, why on earth would she have chosen that one to wear if she had a choice of two? (God im a bitch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyone who knows me and how not shy I am, knows exactly how I would have liked to handle that situation, but I was a good girl and did not commit mass homocide (though there isnt a judge in this world that would convict me....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, any jobs going, I am so open for suggestions right now, Cherry, any meat packing jobs available?  I can kill a cow... I'm sure I can... (in the mood im in right now)  Part time, casual, freaking Council worker!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah whats the use, in every job, there seems to be someone willing to bust my chops and try to extinguish what's left of my flickering flame of hope and innocence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to know at what time and why these people lost all passion for Life and all others in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that is enough bitching for one day, I hope you all havent turned to stone reading this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-6433475927399377144?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6433475927399377144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=6433475927399377144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/6433475927399377144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/6433475927399377144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/obgyn-of-doom.html' title='OBGYN of Doom'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/Rkvt01uZEmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PqwEOwJA-6I/s72-c/Scared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-1690731959062467112</id><published>2007-05-14T12:12:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-05-14T12:20:26.271+09:30</updated><title type='text'>OBYGYN</title><content type='html'>Gots the doctors today... The one Ive been waiting for months to get into.... and I am petrefied.... I dont want to go... And to make things worse, I will be going on my own... I scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its to find out why I get god awful gut punching pain (the type you get if you swallowed a jagged metal cherio and it lodged in your ovaries.) about a week before aunt flo comes to visit. That and aunt flo comes to visit waaay too often if you gets what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is really gross and awkward, I dont want to talk about it anymore. Let alone with a doctor who doesnt want to see me when I am in pain, but makes me wait months on end to finally get in (and to make my suffering worse, will probably be running late and that will be like tripling my scaredness every aching minute extra I wait.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTTTHHHHEEEUUU I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Just thought i would keep you up to date, more than you should ever have to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-1690731959062467112?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1690731959062467112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=1690731959062467112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/1690731959062467112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/1690731959062467112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/obygyn.html' title='OBYGYN'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-4363036378393066465</id><published>2007-05-10T13:06:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:10:48.772+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate rubix cube and blokus are the bomb-diggity</title><content type='html'>Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well mothers day is upon us once more, and we are all scrambling to find somthing that wont bring that look of slight dissappointment on our mothers faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, I personally am stumped.  I wish I had cherry's mum to buy for, get her a sword or a sacrificial knife and she'd be sweeeeeet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My mum, on the other hand, has all the jewelry she could ever need  in this world, she is a nutrimetics consultant so you can scrap anything makeupsie or bathroomafied.  Clothes are just not done as a present, and she has had her bathrooms and kitchen just redone, so anything for those rooms would never see the light of day as it wouldnt match the upholstery and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What to do what to do..... shares in Amazon.com?  Hell no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah well, let me goeth and ponder and I's sure to come up with something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lilly xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-4363036378393066465?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4363036378393066465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=4363036378393066465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/4363036378393066465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/4363036378393066465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/ultimate-rubix-cube-and-blokus-are-bomb.html' title='Ultimate rubix cube and blokus are the bomb-diggity'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-1628937778314267028</id><published>2007-05-04T09:10:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-05-04T09:57:36.810+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Nazi penguin commands that you buy up big at www.bluntmation.com!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/Rjp9eTNxpHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DSvOwU4FYsM/s1600-h/wasteofelectronssmall.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060495090811774066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/Rjp9eTNxpHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DSvOwU4FYsM/s320/wasteofelectronssmall.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there nothing else you would want more in this world than a t-shirt emblazened with a picture of your good friend sporting a rather angry face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have to get one in a girls top though, cause my awesome rack should not be hidden from this world, and looks especially nice in a fitted Tee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough talking about how awesome I am, lets get on to business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the news lately? I know I have.  Lots of words...mmmmyep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God I took some mercyndol last night (filled in in a Thursday night netball down at Creek road, and for all you who do not know creek road, its a scary scary place, full of proffessionals and used to be proffessionals and women who sometime take it too the next level, cause we are apparently dueling to the death.) Any way, the mercyndol should not have been taken at 12 at night, cause as i sit here at work, my eyes keep drooping, and my head keeps a bobbing and my mind keeps drifting into a cotton ball like status. (compare my awake status to BroadbandVSdialup... and none of that super fast dial up, Im talking broken, screaching external modem, army issue, came out when microsoft was just a wet dream for Bill-kinda dial up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo - back to filled in for netball, I am so totally getting better at this! And by better I mean I played goal keeper for the first two quaters, then Goal Defence (lots more running around) and then the last quater -Wing ATTACK! I really did enjoy wing attack position, but I think I may have sucked a little in the whole catching the ball and throwing it, but i still say some calls were so not my fault, STEPPING MY ASS!!! AND IT WAS SO NOT MY TOUCH THAT PUT THAT BALL OUT OF PLAY DAMNIT!!! IT WAS THE OTHER GIRL!!! aw well, we had only one umpire (not usual and pretty shit on their accounts) and it was the first time I have ever played that position before. So overall I enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My finger hurts from Tuesday night netball, think i Sprained it, so after thursday night netball, its rather tender, that and my ankle hurts too, cause Gavio and his honking west coast eagle coloured boots trod on me!!! i have the big bruise to prove it, that and it hurts musculariely too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes muscularilie is a word... look it up in the liltionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Herm what else, oh yeah, probably heading out to Coven tonight with some friends, Im feeling way to tired to do so though. Ive got personal training at 5.30, then haveto wait till 7 for group PT, so probably going to do the Core class. Then after 8 go home and get ready then go out. Man Im busy! Gonna get in contact with Cherry see if she is going too, cause that would be sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also have to get up early the next day to go face painting on little children down at salamanca outside Socrates. I really cannot wait, its gonna be so much fun! All in the name of getting budget for socrates mind you... All i gets out of it is the pure joy of painting the faces of little tackers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Im off to do something else, cant remember what, and then I have to go get nicely toasted at Gavios whilst playing boardgames... Not that I am a bad sport or anything but I suck at trivial persuit and the trivial persuit friends version. I do rock, however, at Balderdash, but that came is a cursed one, as it has nearly split my family up every time we have got it out, and that is just over who gets to be which colour peice on the board. Monopoly i suck at because I am to level a thinker, and when it gets to me either selling of my properties to pay someone, I just cant do it, so therefore call bankruptcy, keeping all my properties in my wifes name for tax purposes and let them know that they have won (doesnt go down well, trust me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, cant really think of anything else to say, plus its really hard to type with your fingers taped together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for listening folks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Lilly pilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-1628937778314267028?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1628937778314267028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=1628937778314267028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/1628937778314267028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/1628937778314267028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/nazi-penguin-commands-that-you-buy-up.html' title='Nazi penguin commands that you buy up big at www.bluntmation.com!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/Rjp9eTNxpHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DSvOwU4FYsM/s72-c/wasteofelectronssmall.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-597364109131044250</id><published>2007-04-30T15:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-04-30T15:56:17.424+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Hores are Moanin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RjWLJzNxpGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hEWVhwIKeG4/s1600-h/splash.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059102756903691362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RjWLJzNxpGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hEWVhwIKeG4/s320/splash.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... That is exactly what it sounds like....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im apparently hormonal... so my maw' recons. (insert banjo twanging here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just so angry at the moment - the anger marches through my veins like giant angry nazi penguins... the penguins command me! Do not ignore my veins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They fills me with firey hot flame retardent fluff, dontcha know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not angry at anyone, just really synical, sarcastic, and my meaness scale has broken so I seem to be saying things that are coming across rather hurtful and angry, but I dont notice till its too late.  That and the rage makes me wanna hurt things.... stupid things are most at risk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other words, hormones have made me into a mean angry cow. Its like a superpower but evil.... so in other words I am an angry supervillan cow whom can control angry nazi penguins in rubber radioactive pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I say/do/murder anything that comes across rather hurtful or ... some may even say.... psychotic... dont blame me, blame the penguins... those little rat bastards...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I gotsta see mister NATE!!! woot for the mister nate getting off his ass and getting down here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(blame the penguins)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just sorry we didnts get more time to catch up and stuff, that and I STILL HAVENT MET ANGE!!!!WHY IS IT THAT IAN GETS TO MEET HER BEFORE ME?!?!! UNFAIR TO SNAILS!! MY PENGUINS HUNGER FOR BRAINMEATS!!!! FLY MY PRETTIES!!! SEEK OUT THE ONE THEY CALL "NEO" AND DEVOUR HIS EMO ASS.... but keep the boots... me likie the boots... and the glasses.... possibly the coat if it gets cold out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday our paths will cross, and hopefully, it is when my murderous raging ectoplasmic hormones have slimed their way some place else.  The last thing i want to do is scare the poor girl and make her rock like an autistic child in a corner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....Penguins....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-597364109131044250?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/597364109131044250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=597364109131044250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/597364109131044250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/597364109131044250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/hores-are-moanin.html' title='Hores are Moanin....'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RjWLJzNxpGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hEWVhwIKeG4/s72-c/splash.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-9112319540853139223</id><published>2007-04-26T10:29:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T11:10:00.423+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Lets get ready... to wobble!</title><content type='html'>No Idea what the hell that title has to do with anything, but I just like the word Wobble.  It reminds me of those little animal fluffy balls that they sell at Socrates that bounce around like spasticated hairballs and make funny noises.  They make me giggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as much as the other day when I was having this shitter of a day, (Im talking that walking out wasnt just an option, it was almost a necessity) when I recieved a phone call from Mattie- this is how it went;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey babe listen to this.... (to the tune to old macdonalds farm) Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack&lt;br /&gt;Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack&lt;br /&gt;Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack&lt;br /&gt; Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack!&lt;br /&gt;Cute huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bwahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa! *insert tears of laughter and trying to breathe between laughs*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was showing*nay-letting me listen too* a new product their store recieved which is a handpuppet of a ducks head and when you shut its mouth it quacks, but it does different pitched quacks to the tune of some nursery rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, It was so unexpected and funny, that it cheered me up for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mattie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now where was I.... oh yeah.... Quack.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well an update in the life of moi.  Targa Tas has come and gone, mattie was a safety officer at the cranbrook stage, and then some other thing at the cygnet stage.  He got to meet and talk to Eric Banna, and Grant Denyer (aka the weather midget) and some guy who reads the news (he got to tell him to put his helmet back on untill he was out of the stage!  Im so proud!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm what else.... work.... work.... work.... work.... gym.... work.... Anzac day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming on Anzac day, because mattie has Achillies Tendonitis and cant do much else.  It was fun, but I think we are passed that "lets make out in the pool cause your so hot and half naked" stage of our lives and have now entered the "damn this would be fun if it wasnt for all the bloody pre pubecents running around and are trying their best to figure out what it is their hormones want them to do with eachother, and so compensating it with pushing eachother in the pool and squealing/splashing around like drowning piglets" stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we cleaned the house... are we just the most kinky couple of all time?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was the weekend, caught up with friends, it was cold, I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God im boring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, that is really all I have to say on the matter now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till something adventurous and cool happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly Pilly-out&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-9112319540853139223?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9112319540853139223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=9112319540853139223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/9112319540853139223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/9112319540853139223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-get-ready-to-wobble.html' title='Lets get ready... to wobble!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-9141250348658812466</id><published>2007-04-19T10:59:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:20:02.764+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incorehent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cold'/><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>My thoughts and sympathies are with those affected by the Virginia Massacre.  I know how a traumatic event such as this can make your whole world stand still, then come crashing down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasmania had a similar massacre event at one of our most treasured tourist spots, Port Arthur, where a gunman killed many innocent people without mercy.  It was a very traumatic event for every tasweigan, and it is still remembered today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to those who lost loved ones and are still are affected by the Port Arthur Massacre, as I am sure this event in Virginia is dredging up some very painful memories that should never have to be relived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart also feels for the family of the gunman.  Do not blame yourselves.  Sometimes there is just nothing you can do to change a person.  Some people are just the way they are for no good reason. There will be alot of blame and anger, and since he is not here to recieve that blame and anger, unfortunately, most people will direct it at you.  And for that I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after all that, I just want to tell you all I have a cold, and its annoying and snotty.&lt;br /&gt;Im still at work though (mattie would be so proud) dragged myself in and have had the front door open all day so I can have some fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattie is at Targa today, He is stage safety officer (thats really awesome, well to me it is) It means he gets to drive the Cranbrook stage to check for any unsafe stuff (as well as hoon around and pretend he is sorta racing, which I KNOW he is going to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wont be seeing much of my loved one for the next two to three days.  He was up and gone at 6 thismorning (to Cherry, this is a late wake up!) and I miss him terribly, but cheekily cant wait to have the house to myself so I can.... well.... do.... whatever it is....... scratch myself probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frield Brent is down in Tassie from Melbourne this week, its under sad circumstances though, as he is here for the funeral of his pop.  He was a great guy.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to catch up with Brent at some stage, but it looks as though he may be thouroughly booked out (I have to work till late).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cheese bread, for some reason we have TWO toll trucks rocked up at the same time outside work, and they dont want to wait for one to leave, so both are trying to squeeze in.  OH CRAPMONGERER my car is out there too!!! *Shakes fist* you scratch my car and ill bite your headmeats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this cold is making my concentrations all funny, so I will stop rambling at you now, so you can try and decode the incoherent context of my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all dont get a cold.  It sucks steaming hot monkey shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all with big snotty hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-9141250348658812466?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9141250348658812466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=9141250348658812466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/9141250348658812466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/9141250348658812466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-587442727828304022</id><published>2007-04-12T16:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:29:07.923+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Netball- Non contact sport? or the governments way of legalizing torture?</title><content type='html'>Ouch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was... non contacted by a boy who must have mistakenly thought that he had entered a WWF cage match on Cable TV, when really we were playing a sporting game of non contact netball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really it is just a double ontondra.... Non contact... netball....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo after a swift and direct peoples elbow to the shoulder/upper spine, I now hurt like a possom on the highway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to laugh, breath, turn my head, do nothing.... and we all know how much i love to do nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymming has been non existant this week, and easter has raised its chocklity goodness and I have managed to, how you say "whack on" some weight.... damn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im hungry as well, its so not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo the mercyndol forte is messing with my mind i cant even spit out a straight sentence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all with squishy hurtie goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-587442727828304022?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/587442727828304022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=587442727828304022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/587442727828304022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/587442727828304022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/netball-non-contact-sport-or.html' title='Netball- Non contact sport? or the governments way of legalizing torture?'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-5056634580936422692</id><published>2007-04-06T15:38:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-04-06T15:59:01.767+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homicidal lesbian supermodels'/><title type='text'>My Kingdom for a computer with working speakers... or a spa that works</title><content type='html'>AAAAAARRRG!!!!  Damn it all to hades!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it goes.... I havent been able to listen to not ONE of my friends you tube thingies since he started doing them, like about fucking a year ago, because&lt;br /&gt;A.) the only net i have it at the several work places I have had the PLEASURE of working at&lt;br /&gt;B.) For some strange reason, all these work places have REMOVED ALL FORMS of speakers and such,&lt;br /&gt;C.) I am too computer illiterate to actually know how to fix that&lt;br /&gt;D.) My parents have gone away and they have the net and LOE AND BEHOLD!!!! this damn mongrel of a computer doesnt have any sign of FREAKING SOUND AND I DONT KNOW WHY!!!!  *insert sobbing noise now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does have all the signs of having a virus or a hidden porn thingie that brings up explorer randomly without my doing and brings up the weirdest sites of all time, or just keeps bringing up my sisters messenger, which aggravates me more because I am so out of touch i dont know how to work freaking messenger anymore..... why oh computer lord must you taunt me in this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... what?..... yes ive had a few to drink.... why do you ask such obvious questions little purple horse?  what is your purpose here?  why do you speak such insipidous things?!?!  *what is insipidous??? i think i just made that up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its good friday, and i am at my parents house with a computer thats past life was the small girl from the exorcist but with less noise... or maybe more like that kid in that history story about how she was deaf and blind and someone taught her how to say water..... nah stick with the exorcist....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im stuck with a brand new spa (thank you parents with disposable incomes!!!) that has decided to go on strike and just be an oversized novelty bath tub with holes that make funny bubly noises when the water hits them..... DAMN IT!!!  All i wanted was a spa!!! (that works)&lt;br /&gt;Not one of those public ones, I wanted to get nice and naked and have a proper soak without the worry that two horny teenagers have fornicated in it previously....  well.... at least not two teenagers that i dont know where they have been....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, a bit pissed, waiting for mattie to come home, (he is working today because his head office said that if the store makes budget, he gets a bonus of somesort... so in on a public holiday he is somewhere else, far far away from me, and i am left all alone with a COMPUTER WITH NO SOUND AND A VIRUS AND A SPA THAT DONT WORK DANGNABBIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not pissed off, not in the slightest.... nope.... oh and not to mention that my parents have austar which is a good thing, if austar didnt SUCK ASS!!!! my god there is nothing on!!! im watching fucking midsomer murders!!!!!!  that is all that is on!!! all they do is repeat the same thing on other channels, then repeat it all the next day!!!!!  DAMN IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is fun... this is exactly how i thought i would be spending my long weekend.... mmmmyep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i have my alcihole.... sweeet sweet poisoning bliss...... with sugar.... mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that i wanna go out tonight, and hopefully something will go right this freaking long weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is internet porn without sound?!?! its just people making funny faces at me.... taunting me with their soundie goodness.... dam it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my rant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to see who killed mrs inkpen-thomas  and her daughter with poisoned pasta and a shovel... you heard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly pilly - out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- just so im not bored out of my scull, if you are reading this and you are a homicidal lesbian supermodel who wants to go on an easter egg hunt, Meet me under mrs inkpen-thomases gravestone at eleventy seven hours... k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love a frustrated lilly pilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-5056634580936422692?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5056634580936422692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=5056634580936422692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/5056634580936422692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/5056634580936422692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-kingdom-for-computer-with-working.html' title='My Kingdom for a computer with working speakers... or a spa that works'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-7085799420061180831</id><published>2007-04-04T12:19:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:31:34.114+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really mind numbingly stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinyata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>YouTube Myspace, and I'll Google your Yahoo!</title><content type='html'>Now everyone has googled someones name before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for those of you who are really not that with it, googling someones name is when you go to &lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;www.google.com&lt;/a&gt; and type in that persons name and press search.... and if you didnt know that, how the hell are you even reading this blog?  is your computer even plugged in?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know I have done it before, just to waste some time, peoples names such as my close friends, my own name, my familys name.  Just to see what pops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I had an uber bright idea... I clicked on the image part of google search, and searched peoples names!!!  That way I got too find pictures of peoples with the same names all across the globe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny as!!!!  Apparently I am a folk/pop/fucked if i know singer, my sister is a Javelin/High jump champion, my boyfriend is a dead teenager, or a really thick looking college student from America, and my friend is a grave stone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me giggle at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i go back to it so that I can get some more cheap laughs out if it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats your hard work, and complicated HTML's sweat and tears being put to such intelligent good use....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but Im not going to stop.  Unless you can find me something else to entertain me, like a ball of yarn, or perhaps a pinyata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-7085799420061180831?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7085799420061180831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=7085799420061180831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/7085799420061180831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/7085799420061180831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/youtube-myspace-and-ill-google-your.html' title='YouTube Myspace, and I&apos;ll Google your Yahoo!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-8722909492410428038</id><published>2007-03-27T12:10:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-03-27T12:18:55.788+09:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karking it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many baked beans'/><title type='text'>*groan* too many bake-ed Beanies</title><content type='html'>The eye was bigger than the tumie today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided a whole can of baked beans would be a good idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i want to burst and die leaving a horrible explodie baked beanie mess in my wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well update on how my fitness and shit is going (not my shit literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost up to date 4.4 kilos and have lost 30cm of ma bodie!  I am sooo tired...&lt;br /&gt;Did personal training last night that consisted of 4 sets of 15 reps on 4 different weight machines, then running to the rowing machine, and doing 300 meters in under 1 minute 10 seconds.... this was repeated 3 FUCKING TIMES!!! then 5 sets of 15 sit ups with my feet in the air (sort of) then right after that mattie wanted to go to do RPM (indoor bikes) then he wanted to do Pump.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. pump didnt happen as i must have looked so bloody tired that i was going to kark it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is what is going on, living at the gym, eating too many baked beans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a plus note, I ROCK at yoga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am playing in 2 teams for netball now on tuesdays.... god im going to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-8722909492410428038?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8722909492410428038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=8722909492410428038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/8722909492410428038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/8722909492410428038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/03/groan-too-many-bake-ed-beanies.html' title='*groan* too many bake-ed Beanies'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-7905688868208073055</id><published>2007-03-11T13:54:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-03-11T14:11:50.525+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Muscles...Hurt....must...talk....like....this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RfN2mjCHEaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cH5IjKvC_XU/s1600-h/filler+bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RfN2mjCHEaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cH5IjKvC_XU/s320/filler+bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040502812568916386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh...My god I hurt.... even my brainmeats hurt... I have been working out like a chipmunk on speed these last two weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The good news being I lost a further &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;600grams &lt;/span&gt;making my total weight loss to&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; 2.1kg!!! &lt;/span&gt; If my arms werent jelly, Id pat myself on the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Right so anyway, Im looking for a new job *again* Dont ask me why, I dont want to make any unflattering remarks about my current job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Something about bosses.....  thats all im saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I guess you either have luck with finding boyfriends or luck at finding a decent boss, not both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My wrist hurts from the gym (not what you all were thinking about, you dirty dirty meat bags) But its a good hurt, not a bad hurt, i have it strapped just to make sure it doesnt turn into a bad hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ummmmm thats all i can think of at the moment.  Mattie still hasnt asked me to be his fiance... still waiting on that.  Geez i hope its soon or im gonna pop!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I will save you all the mushy stuff, but lets just say, he is definately the one I am going to be with for the rest of my life, however long or short or eventful that may be.  I&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; *sniff*&lt;/span&gt; love him so much.  Almost as much as I love my bear, BB king.  And that bear and I have been together for 15 years now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; *pats chest where heart is and does salute whilst looking to the skies*&lt;/span&gt; Love you BB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;well thats about enough from me, just a reminder to all that actually bother to see if i have updated my blog, please please &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt; go to crystal park website and vote for Emma Jenkins's chainmail and svor....svoir....sveio.... crystal thingies.  She is super talented and deserves our support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This is lilly signing off, your up to date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love Lilly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mood&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;freaking sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Dirty bird letting me know that he is just that... "A dirty dirty birdie birdie, ay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eating:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Who can eat right now? how can you type and eat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I cant even lift my arms to my mouth.... hrmm so this is diet and exercise... i guess it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sitting on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; my ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Breathing:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;what i really hope is air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Feeling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; pink and squishy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;digesting:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nuff said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hoping:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;that i shut up soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Reading:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;what i just wrote and i think its all crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-7905688868208073055?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7905688868208073055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=7905688868208073055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/7905688868208073055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/7905688868208073055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/03/muscleshurtmusttalklikethis.html' title='Muscles...Hurt....must...talk....like....this....'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/RfN2mjCHEaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cH5IjKvC_XU/s72-c/filler+bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-3375129796672510818</id><published>2007-03-08T12:30:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:47:30.518+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stolen number plates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble.'/><title type='text'>Update Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/Re9xDtg_avI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qdn4lw_aNeg/s1600-h/2006-235-the-biggest-loser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/Re9xDtg_avI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qdn4lw_aNeg/s320/2006-235-the-biggest-loser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039370816622390002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;    Well some wank stole my number plates....  but I got a phone call from the police stating that they guy has been caught and is going to be charged.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;WOOT FOR JUSTICE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lemme hear yo say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HAAY HOOO&lt;/span&gt; for the Police!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*puts hand up to ear*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now thats what im talking about!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Work is work.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Im gyming like ive never gymed before.  Trying to lose those many kilos of fatty boom batty ass meats that i have aquired over the last 4 or so years... and trust me, its gonna take some effort!  Also taking a good hard look at my diet and fixing as appropriatly.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So far lost 1 and a half kilos in a week.   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Let me hear you say a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HAAAY HOOO&lt;/span&gt; for me doing this thing right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, after doing all this work and diet, I was watching the Biggest loser on tv, and I was all like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"yeah!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*sniff*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;you go you fat cow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*supportive clap*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Do it for the masses!" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;......Im so very tired!......&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But i took yoga and it was awesome!  I think i will make it a permanent thing in my agenda.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Anyhoo I had better go and get back to work.  Needs ma moneys to feeds ma gym fees.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Love you all&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lilly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-3375129796672510818?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3375129796672510818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=3375129796672510818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/3375129796672510818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/3375129796672510818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/03/update-yall.html' title='Update Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JKCPBSvHj3o/Re9xDtg_avI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qdn4lw_aNeg/s72-c/2006-235-the-biggest-loser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-9065641093150699156</id><published>2007-02-08T12:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:31:44.695+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Where Does the Time Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hellloooooo everyone! I'm Baaaaaaack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;God so much has happened over the last 3-5 months, its just nuts!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;First thing is first, I gots a new job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Reception/accounting/gopher at CD Anywhere!!!! I rock! I am passed my probation now, so you can all breathe a collective sigh of relief for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Next on the list....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh yeah... Magnamus Prime (my faithful car since I got my Provisional licence all those many years ago) Died in an almighty fight to the death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just like its owner, the other car came of second best, but it was still too much for my baby to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She went down in a blaze of glory, just like I always new she would! She was parked outside my house and a P plater in a Camera who was an idiot and was changing CDs whilst speeding ran right up the back of her, pushing my PARKED STATIONARY CAR!!!!! Pushed it right up the footpath and along for a meter or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The crash woke the whole neighborhood. He was alright though, the driver. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;......damnit.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But i have a new car now, Frankie the immasculated Ford. He has a LOT of pink and plushies inside him, a real girls car. (89 Ford Laser Ghia) if anyone askes, its a white car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Erm... Oh and ive moooooved! AGAIN!!! MY GOD!!!! Moved to my sisters again, and now in Sandy bay in a cute one bedroom under a house. Really sunny and doesnt smell and the bathroom is to DIE FOR!!!!! (high on my list of priorities as you can see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ive started playing netball, I have some pet fish now finally (ive had that fish tank for, hrmmm more than a year now, and it finally has fish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ill post more about them when i get the chance, but for now, I must get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;TATA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lilly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-9065641093150699156?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/9065641093150699156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=9065641093150699156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/9065641093150699156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/9065641093150699156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where Does the Time Go?'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-116000816617235552</id><published>2006-10-05T09:51:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-05T09:59:26.183+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the rain again...</title><content type='html'>I was let go today.  The reason being that the market has tightened up substatially in the last three months.  My employers told me that i was a great worker, and that i will be missed and they were very sorry to have to do this, but they just could not justify having another sales person on at this time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also just so you all know, i spent tuesday in hospital.  As it turns out i quite possibly have endomitiosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i sit here at my mums, my eyes are a little blurry from the tears, my insides are a little warm from the spirits im sipping, but im strong.  im stronger than i have ever been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be my last post for a while, at least until i find a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this, just three days before my birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to Binty for my birthday pressent though, i got it today, and i couldnt help but open it early, what me being a little down and all.  It made me smile and laugh, thank you for such a thoughtful gift.  they feel all fuzzy too!  All i wanted was one butt butt kitty kitty but now i have four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its more than i could have asked for.  thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all i have to say for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all  who have helped me through bad times like this, and a pre emptive thanks to all who will probably help me through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-116000816617235552?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/116000816617235552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=116000816617235552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/116000816617235552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/116000816617235552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/10/here-comes-rain-again.html' title='Here comes the rain again...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115948948898414786</id><published>2006-09-29T09:36:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:54:49.113+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Texas Hold em' is the bomb-diggity.</title><content type='html'>Mista and i, on our day off on wednesday, went to cashies (cash converters, a BIG ass pawn shop) just to waste time as my spare tyre was getting fixed (apparently, it takes 2-3 hours to fix a tyre these days, unlike the usual 20 min or so everywhere else).&lt;br /&gt;Mista saw an old game that you plug into the tv and there is six wireless controllers.  It was virtual world series poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so $20 bucks later and some free batteries, he is now the proud owner of a game that CHEATS!!! I SO WON THAT HAND!!! I HAD TWO PAIR!!! YOU ONLY HAD ONE!!!  ARRRG!  *throws controller at mista mattie again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a bottle of red wine and this game means hours of fun for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its awesome!  well and truly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to my first ever AFL grand final thingie!  sure ive been to my parents ones when i HAD too go.  but this is the first ever by choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there will be Guiness and chicken, (champagne for the girls, but fizzy drinks give me tummy ouches nowdays, so guinness it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then for the 6-7 hours of footy entertainment.  I'm a bit mixed on the subject at the moment, but i have been proved wrong before.  i thought i would absolutely be bored shitless with the world cup soccer, let alone having to stay up till two in the morning, but i got more into it than mattie, screaming at the tv, calling the umps, yelling at the dirty cheaters. (of them, there was many)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo going now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115948948898414786?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115948948898414786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115948948898414786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115948948898414786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115948948898414786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/09/virtual-texas-hold-em-is-bomb-diggity.html' title='Virtual Texas Hold em&apos; is the bomb-diggity.'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115940067413434691</id><published>2006-09-28T08:47:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:22:00.086+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Under the Thumb?</title><content type='html'>Well if anyone reads this and you live in Tasmania and you just &lt;em&gt;happened&lt;/em&gt; to be listening to Seafm (radio station) thismorning, you would have been subjected to the same verbal diarhea that i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about how men in tassie are under the thumb of their women. Naturally i dont give a shit about what they have to say, but this just went on and on and on. One would say, "why didn't you just turn it off?". And i can answer "damn it, i really wish i had."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one loser caller who got on there and stated "i doo's what i want when i want, and if she questions me i just say "well who's the man?""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i cant answer who the man is in that relationship, but i sure do know who the child is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women may get cranky, yes, we may even get demanding, but sometimes the only way to get through to a man is to speak to him how his mother used too. As much as it pains me to say, more often than not, they listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do we take this liberty? why do we get cranky? why do we think we know better? Studies have shown that a female reaches maturity years before a male of the same age, therefore more responsibility is placed on the female counterpart. Cooking is taught to us, cleaning, childminding. Then when it comes to teaching the men how to do it, why when you already have a female who can do it better? We have technically had years of experience over males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, and many years ago, the women stayed at home, did an average of 3 hours housework a day, looked after children ect. Nowdays, a woman has to work full time, (the same hours as a man) come home, find the time to do that 3 hours of housework (yup, supprisingly it didnt just dissappear) and if they have children, probably spend more time looking after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not to say, there are a few men out there who can look after themselves, and who dont have to be nagged, who do their fair share and dont usually need to be nagged. i believe they were the ones described on seafm as "under the thumb". doesn't it make you mad? and on that note, there are a few females out there who wouldnt know how to care for themselves even if their lives depended on it, and unfortunatly, usually these people have small babies who's lives DO depend on them. It makes me want to cry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i totally believe in womens rights, but i believe that womens rights gave us the right to &lt;em&gt;choose. &lt;/em&gt;We should be able to &lt;em&gt;choose &lt;/em&gt;to work full time, &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; to be a mother or &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; to be a house wife (the three are just as important as eachother). But now, there is no choice. To survive now days, a man and woman &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;to work full time. I think it is very rare to see a family surviving on one AVERAGE income whilst the other does home duties (man or woman). There is no choice anymore really for most of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they wonder why we arent having babies anymore. We can't &lt;em&gt;choose &lt;/em&gt;too. We cant warrant it. And its a pity. And those who &lt;em&gt;choose &lt;/em&gt;to battle it, my hat goes off to you, for you are braver than i am at this current moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm glad i got MY OPINION off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to agree with me, you dont have to disagree with me, these are my views personally from my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops i totally went from one topic to another, at least they were related this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo i should go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all, and hope you are all bright eyed and bushy tailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;'x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115940067413434691?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115940067413434691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115940067413434691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115940067413434691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115940067413434691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/09/under-thumb.html' title='Under the Thumb?'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115924919157565087</id><published>2006-09-26T15:06:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:09:51.586+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Me Tube? Thats unpossible...</title><content type='html'>I cant believe that there has been a huge development of the blogging variety, and I didn’t even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tube…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know it, I know where you have been sneaking off too late at night, whilst I am asleep, sneaking out to your hussy, coming back smelling of cheap youtube perfume, virtual lipstick on your collar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what If you are like me, and have only just grasped the highly technical version of written blogging? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you aren’t pretty enough for visual broadcasting? At least the radio has you in the car… what do I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thunk that the lazymans way of blogging would have caught on so quickly? I can now, thanks to the bizarre amount of youtube broadcasts that are underage teens wearing absolutely nothing demonstrating poses that they think are original, but honey, we’s been dooin that one for years, come back to me when you can pull off that pose in an airoplane bathroom without getting caught/cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont take away from the few original, actually interesting mini tv series youtube broadcasts. They are cool, hats off to you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you at least type up a transcript of what is said so that I can actually view this stuff and get the gist of it whilst pretending to do work? Its a lot harder to hide audio and visual then it is to hide text…. Lemme tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about that, I want to know something that has been bugging me for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the toilets in the southern hemisphere drain one way, and the others in the northern hemisphere the other way…. What way does it drain in countries right on the equator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just for news at hand in my life, Landlord lady invaded my privacy, something you should never ever do… especially to good old obsessive compulsive me. She even used our power and took the liberty of opening a window, not to mention going into my bedroom without prior permission to even enter my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you guessed it, I’m moving again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad that Mattie and I had to leave the house, to which 2 km down the road, the clutch gives out, so we wait for RACT and a tow for two hours. Then to find out its going to be like $600 smakeroo’s to fix it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harumph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had better get back to work, its getting pretty hard to pretend im doing work when im this worked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pun not intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you All, especially Mista Mattie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I put in the picture cause i thought it was funny, no relevance to anything at all, just in case you were confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115924919157565087?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115924919157565087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115924919157565087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115924919157565087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115924919157565087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-tube-thats-unpossible.html' title='Me Tube? Thats unpossible...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115889839439100470</id><published>2006-09-22T13:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-22T13:43:14.436+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I Love you, Mattieus Q.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this tell's you (and the world) how much I really do love you... I even searched the net for a picture that would say 1000's words, to just let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you might relate to this picture a bit more, it was either that or a picture of candy hearts, i thought you might like that one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just while I'm here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i must mean it, cause i spelt "you" correctly, and no crappy smilie faces!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, that is all i have to say today, exept that congrats to everyone who read my post about Hamster, and used their collective will to help him heal, because last i read he had gone from critical to stable condition.  Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love for all, but expecially Mattie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lilly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;x0x0x0x0x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115889839439100470?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115889839439100470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115889839439100470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115889839439100470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115889839439100470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-you-mattieus-q.html' title='I Love you, Mattieus Q.'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115880200679301805</id><published>2006-09-21T10:39:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:56:46.806+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A hushed silence for a Hurt Hamster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/2109_hammond_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/2109_hammond_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have knocked me over with a feather (made easier today by the gale force winds that are killing me, not to meantion my hair) when I discovered that Richard "Hamster" Hammond had been critically injured in a high speed test run of a jet powered car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was averaging about 450 kph and was racing the car down a runway at an unused Royal Air Force air field near York city in northern England and it overturned.&lt;br /&gt;Last I heard they had rushed him in an air ambulance to a hospital in Leeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most of you may not know this guy, some may know him from the TV show "Braniac" as the host, others know him from the show "Top gear", which he also hosts with some other guys (note my attention to detail people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as you know, I am not a big one for cars, i drive a red one, and that is the extent of my knowledge, but since meeting mattieus Q. he and his friend affectionately know as "Gavio Hawques" (dont ask) love the top gear show, and being the nice girlfriend that i am, sat down to watch some with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the element of surprise.... I really liked it. It was funny as! they are a crack up, the one i watched was them test running a jeep playing fire tag with an army tank....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they had a PINK CAR!!! oh my god i want that car! Hamster was test driving it, pulled over and refused to drive it, but i dont care! it was adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one i watched, they tried to turn a family wagon thing, into a convertible, by themselves, and drive it down the highway to see if it would tear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God it makes me laugh till i almost pee, and mattie till he actually pee's (not really...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all this sadness this past weeks, I thought we could all take a moment to wish him the best and hope he heals up, possibly send some flowers, a card maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to have to do another memorial post, please, so with the collective will of everyone who reads my post, we can help him survive, glass half full and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115880200679301805?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115880200679301805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115880200679301805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115880200679301805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115880200679301805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/09/hushed-silence-for-hurt-hamster.html' title='A hushed silence for a Hurt Hamster'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115821599640987023</id><published>2006-09-14T16:09:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:09:56.420+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Why would superman want to leap over the tallest building in a single bound if he can fly?</title><content type='html'>....just askin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115821599640987023?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115821599640987023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115821599640987023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115821599640987023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115821599640987023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-would-superman-want-to-leap-over.html' title='Why would superman want to leap over the tallest building in a single bound if he can fly?'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115821320334246461</id><published>2006-09-14T15:21:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-14T15:23:23.356+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Disorder in the American Courts... and only the American courts...</title><content type='html'>These are from a book called "Disorder in the American Courts." They are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters who endured the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you sexually active? A: No, I just lie there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your date of birth? A: July 15th. Q: What year? A: Every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact? A: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all? A: Yes. Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory? A: I forget. Q: You forget? Can you give us an example of something that you've forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How old is your son, the one living with you? A: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which. Q: How long has he lived with you? A: Forty-five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke up that morning? A: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?" Q: And why did that upset you? A: My name is Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo or the occult? A: We both do. Q: Voodoo? A: We do. Q: You do? A: Yes, voodoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning? A: Did you actually pass the bar exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Were you present when your picture was taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th? A: Yes. Q: And what were you doing at that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: She had three children, right? A: Yes. Q: How many were boys? A: None. Q: Were there any girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How was your first marriage terminated? A: By death. Q: And by whose death was it terminated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you describe the individual? A: He was about medium height and had a beard. Q: Was this a male, or a female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney? A: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people? A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to? A: Oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body? A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m. Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time? A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse? A: No. Q: Did you check for blood pressure? A: No. Q: Did you check for breathing? A: No. Q: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy? A: No. Q: How can you be so sure, Doctor? A: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar. Q: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless? A: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115821320334246461?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115821320334246461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115821320334246461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115821320334246461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115821320334246461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/09/disorder-in-american-courts-and-only.html' title='Disorder in the American Courts... and only the American courts...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115769968158898468</id><published>2006-09-08T16:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-08T16:44:41.600+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Peter Brock, the Legend will Live on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/0809_peterbrock_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/0809_peterbrock_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really wish i never had to post a memorial to one Great Australian, let alone two.  And all in the same week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peter Brock is, and was a Legend.  A great Idol to most of my friends, especially my mattie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mattie, in fact, made me take down a picture so he could hang, in pride of place, his mounted poster of "Team Brock" that he had signed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It stated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Mattie, Follow your Dreams, Peter Brock"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that is how he passed, following his dreams.  And that is how he will be remembered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart goes out to his family and friends, and to all his fans, I'm so very sorry that we have lost another great Australian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love Lilly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;x0x0x0x0x0x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115769968158898468?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115769968158898468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115769968158898468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115769968158898468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115769968158898468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/09/peter-brock-legend-will-live-on.html' title='Peter Brock, the Legend will Live on'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115761112798386515</id><published>2006-09-07T15:59:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:08:47.996+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I was wrong.</title><content type='html'>There is nothing I enjoy more than being proved wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im serious too, in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to know what the hell i am on about, go check this latest article from the local rag &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/mercury/story/0,22884,20367539-3462,00.html"&gt;http://www.news.com.au/mercury/story/0,22884,20367539-3462,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an awesome artical about a hobart police chasing this moron who "tried" to hold up a newsagency in chigwell, but instead stole the poor womans car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They vigilantly chased this moron all the way from chigwell (near hobart) to Launceston (a far far way peoples)  without him smashing and killing anyone on the midlands highway (notorious for killing normal people, let alone car stealing bogans) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They apprihended this fiend when he smashed into two stationary cars in the CBD, he tried to run but they nabbed the fool.  Unluckily, there was a child in the back of one of the stationary vehicles, but luckily, no one was badly harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUZZAH'S  all round for the Tassie police, you sure showed me, and i humbly eat my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most people in the world, i can admit when i've been wrong, and i, for one, am glad this time i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all people, and i hope this shows you that there is still hope in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115761112798386515?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115761112798386515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115761112798386515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115761112798386515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115761112798386515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-wrong.html' title='I was wrong.'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115741256342516129</id><published>2006-09-05T08:45:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-05T08:59:23.450+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Steve Irwin, a God among Men.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/_42047206_irwindaughter_pa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/_42047206_irwindaughter_pa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post was originally going to be about how the media has warped my mind into believing the Police are worse than they really are, by only telling me the bad stuff and not the good stuff *as only the media can*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead, i dedicate this entry to Steve Irwin, who has passed on yesterday at 11am whilst filming an underwater doccumentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was usually one of the quickest men on earth when it came to dodging a blow from any one of our dangerous australians, but much to the broken hearts of all Australians, he just was not quite quick enough this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will save you the details of his passing, but we have been told that it was very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to to his wife, and his two children, especially his daughter, who lived for her dad and his antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as in the passing of the great christopher Reeve, we must go forward and remember Steve Irwins hopes for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he said, you cant help the animals unless you help the people first. And that was what his life was about, educating people through his doccumentaries, and through his pride and joy, Australia Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Irwin, you will be missed, but in your passing, know that you have done this country a great service and that as THE aussie icon, all of australia will mourn you, but will alse remember you for who you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inspiration of pretty much all australians, especially young, but also old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxxxooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115741256342516129?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115741256342516129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115741256342516129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115741256342516129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115741256342516129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/09/steve-irwin-god-among-men.html' title='Steve Irwin, a God among Men.'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115707844693756194</id><published>2006-09-01T12:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:33:58.750+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Dont believe what your first impression tells you, cause you shouldn't talk to strangers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/dear%20blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first impression may tell you, from first glimpse at my blog, that I do, but dont believe him, i mean, you only just met him... being your first impression and all... i mean, you wouldnt sleep with the guy on your first date would you? or the first drink he buys you? you would at least wait till the third date (or drink, as some of the cases may be)... or at least until he bought you something sparkly and expensive (in the drinks case, a shot of absynth, lit and cinnamon sprinkled over it for that fireworks display all girlies love so much...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless you were really really in the mood for no strings attached fling... but then why would you be on a date? you would just be out on the prowl...wandering down dark alleyways looking vunerable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, love you all i have to man the front office now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115707844693756194?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115707844693756194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115707844693756194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115707844693756194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115707844693756194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-believe-what-your-first.html' title='Dont believe what your first impression tells you, cause you shouldn&apos;t talk to strangers.'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115699168346651268</id><published>2006-08-31T11:37:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:04:43.540+09:30</updated><title type='text'>What is a Fish finger really?  metaphorically speaking...</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I had the ramblings of a lifetime, all squished into like 3 hours,(mattie thought it was quite amusing)  and we thought, i must put these into my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But loe and behold, i cant remember the bulk of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to remember something about mob law when it comes to hold ups... and something about underwear slogans... oh and our states finest... (the police) being absolutely useless at actual detective work... oh dont get me wrong, they are great if they are there in person &amp; happen to witness the whole thing, but even with moderate amounts of leads and information, they still cant seem to figure out anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take exhibit A. for example.... a spate of bottleshop/takeaway hold ups in Tasmania... running over a month or more... the police had ample video footage of the offenders in the midst of their robberies, eye witness accounts of the get-away vehicle, not to meantion the fact that they had a serial pattern of hitting bottleshops and takeaway stores in the greater hobart area....  did i meantion eye witness accounts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing, nada, not a freaking clue....  wow it just makes you swell with pride for our finest...  bring me heratio from CSI!  he'll figure it out, and do it in like a span of a 45 minute show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, dont get me wrong, there is probably a very good explanation to why they are so crappy at detective work... but i ask you, why dont they tell me that reason so i can shut my mouth and stop rambling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they had this whole month or so, with like a new crime every 4 to 7 days... and they just kept shrugging their shoulders and duhing at us... now these crimes have come to a halt (not thanks to the capture of these offenders) and i can just see them wiping their brows and whispering to eachother "wow, im glad thats over, we were starting to look a little incompetant there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it, you have just shown these crims that they can pretty much get away with it, so i bet you my top dollar (that is a dollar to anyone who thinks its more) that they start up again as soon as the booze and marijuanna money runs short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after my very politically prickly ramble, on to the underwear slogans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drifting off to sleep last night, sleepily giggling with mattie about what would be a good slogan for my underwear to sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all arised from the fact that i almost bought a pair of nifty scruds with wish bear from the care bears on the front, this coming from mattie calling me his "intensive care bear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started mattie and i coming up with slogans, (the score being mattie: 2 Lilpil :7-8 sleepy ramblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some we came up with was "you must be this tall to ride" "slippery when wet" "caution: falling rocks" (dont ask) "let your fingers do the walking" (double dont ask) and i cant remember anymore cause i was half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spawned the idea that you who actually bother to read all of this crap, should leave some comments on some good slogans, c'mon people, i know you read this darn thing, so put your fingers to some walking and darn well talk to me!  i need correspondance damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing... Trucks.... Trucks through the city...  Trucks when im trying to get to work a little early so that i can make an early appointment, cause me to be later than the days when im running late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh it makes my fishfingers burn on the outside but stay frozen on the inside (thus equalling eachother out to make the perfect fish finger for the dog to eat.. and i was really in the mood for fish fingers too damn it, and you know it was the last 4 in the slightly damp frozen box...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is a fish finger?  why not a fish slice?  a fish soilder?  compressed fish sweepings in a bizarly bright orange crubling?  is fish fingers what happens to the fish that get kidnapped and the Tasmanian police fish wants proof of the kidnapping before they start negotiations, so the kidnapper fish sends mini fish fingers with some tomato sauce in a box? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i could go some fish fingers now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm fish finger sandwitch without the bread....  oh oh oh fish finger sandwich with cheese in the middle... mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh with a little comical stuffed olive on a skewer to hold it all together, and to make it look just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those out there that eat that olivie thingie, ew..... your that wierd person who eats the garnish parsley arent you?.... or the side of salad?  you eat that?  god you are weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh quick survey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who actually eats/enjoys the side of salad if they get something with a side of salad and chips?&lt;br /&gt;Or eats the parsley ganish?&lt;br /&gt;Or eats the skewered fishfinger sandwich olive thingie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be rather interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask your friends, tell me so i can post the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its nearing lunch and i should actually get back to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all sweety snookums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i promise to try and write down my ramblings so i remember in future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly pilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115699168346651268?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115699168346651268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115699168346651268&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115699168346651268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115699168346651268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-is-fish-finger-really.html' title='What is a Fish finger really?  metaphorically speaking...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115683498926085051</id><published>2006-08-29T16:29:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:33:09.270+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Optimist drowns in half full bathtub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/maze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/maze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would be a super lab rat... or a cheater... its a sort of glass half empty/full sort of thing.... hence the title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im in a bit of a better mood today, though i must admit that i did not stick true to my say nothing bad thing... i got home and totally ripped their image a new butthole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo i should go, i promise to do a better update at some stage, but im just so flat out doing stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not complaining, just doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all my super lab ratties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115683498926085051?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115683498926085051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115683498926085051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115683498926085051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115683498926085051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/08/optimist-drowns-in-half-full-bathtub.html' title='Optimist drowns in half full bathtub'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115674933114972750</id><published>2006-08-28T16:33:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-28T16:45:31.200+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I know that you're not really two-faced in spite of the impression you give. If you were, why on earth would you be wearing that one?</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I've had a bad day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying a new thing that is if i havent got anything nice to say about someone, i wont say it at all......  so here is me &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; saying a hell of a lot of things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115674933114972750?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115674933114972750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115674933114972750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115674933114972750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115674933114972750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-that-youre-not-really-two-faced.html' title='I know that you&apos;re not really two-faced in spite of the impression you give. If you were, why on earth would you be wearing that one?'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115621479697224303</id><published>2006-08-22T12:14:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:16:36.983+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Leprechaun tells me to burn things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/killyoucat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/killyoucat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This describes how I feel today to a tee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Im Hungry.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115621479697224303?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115621479697224303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115621479697224303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115621479697224303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115621479697224303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/08/leprechaun-tells-me-to-burn-things.html' title='The Leprechaun tells me to burn things'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115594740687391312</id><published>2006-08-19T09:51:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-19T10:00:06.913+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Please stand by...</title><content type='html'>This is a transmission to Americajay.... Damn yoo's, you are the only reason I started blogging frequently, but yet i see your blog goes untouched.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SMIGHT THEE WITH MY STAFF OF AMPLE SMIGHTIE-NESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.... strike that, I set upon thee with my baby hamster and his BOOM STICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right... and after he is finished with you, he is going to go and hold Mister Blunty hostage until he fixes the forum and does another blog entry, i dont care if its the lazy video blog, at least it would be something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sniff* i miss his forum... it was like a buzzy internet filled with html incription home away from real home.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont complain about the color anymore... i promise!!!!  WAAAAAH~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im over it now, i have to go and get petrol and then go show some houses, and its cold and rainy, and my nose is runny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, ok peoples i love you bai bai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lilly and her boomsticksexual baby hamster who is not named harry, how dare you even imply he is a little bit chubby, and a little bit hairy and ... you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cold and flu meds are fun)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115594740687391312?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115594740687391312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115594740687391312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115594740687391312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115594740687391312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/08/please-stand-by.html' title='Please stand by...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115594587064644587</id><published>2006-08-19T09:09:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-19T09:34:30.673+09:30</updated><title type='text'>FREE FOOD!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/stealinurfoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/stealinurfoods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anything that sounds as good? nope, not when your a poor ass like myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the company's End of Financial year "seminar"... and by seminar we mean free food and grog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to eat and not to meantion.... DRINK!!! and here i am now, at work after that, bright as a button and just as cute. no one thought i would make it, but i showed them, i was even early for work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i should go and do some work, to make up for the vast amounts of fermented grape juice i consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;*big mental telepathy hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115594587064644587?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115594587064644587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115594587064644587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115594587064644587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115594587064644587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/08/free-food.html' title='FREE FOOD!!!!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115492012608277497</id><published>2006-08-07T12:03:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:38:46.096+09:30</updated><title type='text'>4 years of of being 21.</title><content type='html'>This entry is pretty much for my mister mattius Q. Mattie (cherry's new nickname cause the voices told her too... at least that is what i could gather from her entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Waves like a teenybopper at a Backstreet Boys concert*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYA MISTA MATTIE!!!! can you see me?!?! huh?!?!  I'm Over Here!!!, HEY!!! WOOOOOH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mista is going to be looking up my blog today to have a quick squiz... i think i worried him when he asked me if i wrote anything about him in it, and i said yes and then wouldnt tell him what i wrote...mainly cause i couldnt remember, but we wont tell him that, will we?  cause its too much fun to watch him squirm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Wait......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought occured to him last night as we were watching an episode of C.S.I Miami... god i love heratio!!  do the glasses thing!!! DO THE GLASSES THING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, there was a blog featured in this particular episode, which agotsa mista mattie thinking.... what does a little lillypilly get up to on the net?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is about it, im sorry.... im really really sorry.... really really REALLY sorry.... but this is really it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyhoo its Matties birthday in like 2 days and i have FINALLY got some Idea's on what to get him!!! took me long enough, and with no help whatsoever.... maybe.... shaddup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmmmmm now what else was there, oh yeas.... I LOVE YOU MATTIE!!!! MARRY ME AND HAVE LOTS OF BABIES!!!! (by lots i mean like, one, in like, many years time... or lets buy a puppie.... thatll do.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Proclaim my love for this man over my blog in a soppy, drooly, sugary sweet, rainbow happy town way that will make all those singles out there vomit simultaniously and drop in a seizure of pure "ew"ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ponders*......mmmmm sugary rainbow drool......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my lunch is sorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just to let you all know, i am doing netball now!!! WOOT!!! competative urges sorted!!!  im Goal Keeper, Defender of the goalie ring thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won last week but now we lost this week, and i rolled my ankle something shocking... its sore but ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and MAttie and i went to the botanical gardens together to have lunch on sunday... it was awesome!!!!  we gave eachother piggie back rides whilst taping it on our phones, funny stuff. &lt;br /&gt;And the fortnight before that, he was so sweet, he organised a surprise cruise for me on the river Derwent!!! it was so romantic and beautiful!!! i could have cried!!! ive never been so surprised and so happy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mattie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly Pilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxooxxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115492012608277497?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115492012608277497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115492012608277497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115492012608277497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115492012608277497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/08/4-years-of-of-being-21.html' title='4 years of of being 21.'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115474160426251270</id><published>2006-08-05T10:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:03:24.296+09:30</updated><title type='text'>This is my BOOMSTICK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/boom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/boom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awwe look what i found when i was supposed to be doing work.... he is so CUTE!!!! in a fluffy baby hamster with a semi automatic sort of way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is a question for the ages... is it wrong to catch yourself staring....no... admiring your own clevage whilst at work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so did this today, i was just looking at them thinking "So this is the view all the people get when they come in to speak to me and im sitting and they are standing...." I dont mean to brag but they were looking pretty awesome... and i will forgive myself this week as it is the states national "breast pride week".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, its the only week im allowed to be proud of them, and not curse them for the back pain they give me, or the fact that they can fluctuate from a B cup, to a C cup, to when im uber hormonal... a D cup, back to a c cup, to an not quite D cup but not quite C cup.....  Then there is the whole self esteem issue that comes with them.... "i want them bigger!  now i want them smaller!  now i want them perky!  now i want them not to look quite like Jordans....(the chick who looks like if you poked her in her forhead, you would offset her balance and she would collapse in on herself) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... the pride runneth over today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, different subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm.. oh!  i so choked on a jellybabie today!  i had just put it in my mouth and someone walked in to the office and surprised me.... now i have the oddest case of the hiccoughs and i keep having this image of this fully intact jelly baby trying to claw its way to freedom in my stomach.... its giving me intergestion... that and the thought that i never actually got to enjoy the sugary carbohydrates that are now going straight to my thighs....so not fair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else.... oh yeah i caught up with the gals, went down to new norfolk for some cheap piss and some self esteem boosters....  Hella funny, i totally reccomend it.   Specially the fish nuggets at the bush in....mmmmmm fishy nugget goodness.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i must warn you, the choices on the menu are deep fried or deep fried.... no sushi or ceasar salad for me my friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else.... oh yeah its Mista Matties birthday next week, i have this whole day planned!  its gonna be awesome!  i just dont know what to get him for his birthday pressie!  he said he just wants me to buy some matching bra and undies in electric blue for myself.... im not too sure whether or not to take the hint on that one.... what is wrong with my seven dwarf undies?!? at least i have a clean pair on every day..... mostly..... ew.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric blue is his favourite color by the way, if you were wondering why such a random comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well apart from that i just dont know what to get him, i got him a funny pressie of a hawaian lai.... just for laughs, cause i said i was gonna get him laid by me for his birthday.... BWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know what to get him.... all suggestions welcome, except for knives.... i heard that you cant give knives as presents, its bad karma, and then that person has to give you money for the knives so that they technically bought them from you and it gets a little complicated after that, and i dont do complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmmmm what else.... ummmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it for my ramblings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this far, you really really didnt have too, if i were you i would have so used my internet time to look up porn or video;s of people hurting themselves that i find quite funny, expecially if they are skaters trying to be cool and jump of a roof and totally stack it.... good times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all, love me back and leave comments damn yous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115474160426251270?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115474160426251270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115474160426251270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115474160426251270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115474160426251270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-my-boomstick.html' title='This is my BOOMSTICK!!!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115353029231886096</id><published>2006-07-22T10:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-22T10:34:52.346+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Urge to Kill....fading....fading....</title><content type='html'>GOD I LOVE THIS JOB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new job rocks my socks!!!  I never new life could be so stress free!  Long gone are the days of working 3 to 4 peoples jobs, cramming it all into one day, being stressed out, underpaid and underappreciated and treated like dirt!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy!  And everyone is so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can use the internet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone else is having as good a day as i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115353029231886096?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115353029231886096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115353029231886096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115353029231886096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115353029231886096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/07/urge-to-killfadingfading.html' title='Urge to Kill....fading....fading....'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115335947912113027</id><published>2006-07-20T10:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-20T11:07:59.193+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Storm Before the Calm...</title><content type='html'>Oh god where to start.... though i must be quick as i am on works internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moved in with sister&lt;br /&gt;2. Did the D and D ball&lt;br /&gt;3. Found the best man in the world when i wasn't even looking&lt;br /&gt;4. Sister threw wobbly about nothing (that i had the best man in the world whilst i had to hold her hair back as she puked in a bin most probably)&lt;br /&gt;5. Moved into new mans house&lt;br /&gt;6. Broken english speaking Singaporian land lady threw hissy fit that there was THREE sets of feet walking on the carpet in the unit now, not two.&lt;br /&gt;7. Flatmate of man goes through some sort of epiphany that they cant afford the rent here and need to "find themselves"&lt;br /&gt;8. Agree to take over her lease on the proviso that I get her bond at the end (cause she broke lease and wouldnt have got it back anyway) it was her idea id like to state&lt;br /&gt;9. Everything seems to be going ok and then BAM!  huge personal crisis.  I wont go into it because it is too painful and personal to talk about, but it was the biggest decision of my life...&lt;br /&gt;10. Work Fires me because of the big personal thingie, so illegal but at this stage i dont even want to go there untill everything is sorted.&lt;br /&gt;11. Decide that we need to move somewhere cheaper plus land lady is starting to get on my mans nerves&lt;br /&gt;12. Find what we think is a cute downstairs unit for cheaper.  landlady seems nice.&lt;br /&gt;13. Find out that old flatmate has renigged on the deal and has stolen away the bond money.  Bitch. we really needed that money cause i was out of work. &lt;br /&gt;14.  Look for work and struggle to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;15. sister did not pay the phone bills and the line was in my name, refuses to pay bill but does after i throw my own hissy fit.  plus like i can pay it with no income (keep in mind that i havent told my family cause i dont want to tell them the personal part)&lt;br /&gt;16. Work pays out my annual leave left over... but takes $600 for a bill that i was originally only supposed to pay $200 off and have the rest written off... so illegal again, you cant just take what you want from my pay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;17.  Want to just curl up and die.&lt;br /&gt;18.Flat tire...&lt;br /&gt;19. Lots of interviews, but all seem to go well till someone spots my TINY tattoo on my calf... no call backs...&lt;br /&gt;20. Decide for next interview to cover it with band aids&lt;br /&gt;21. Get called back!&lt;br /&gt;22. Get told that the job has been filled but they liked the cut of my jib so much they want me to be junior sales consultant!!!&lt;br /&gt;23. Cry with joy&lt;br /&gt;24. Study for a month before starting, sell everything that isnt tied down to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;25. Car accident go to hospital for shoulder&lt;br /&gt;26. Start work!!!&lt;br /&gt;27. Go through major Depression about personal crisis....&lt;br /&gt;28. do exam&lt;br /&gt;29. PASS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;30. Find that this is the best job ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that is my life with some things choped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love lilly&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115335947912113027?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115335947912113027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115335947912113027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115335947912113027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115335947912113027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/07/storm-before-calm.html' title='The Storm Before the Calm...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-115328990966337916</id><published>2006-07-19T15:47:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-19T15:48:29.673+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Im not dead....</title><content type='html'>I just dont have the internet, so please stay tuned or whatever these dang computers do, as i will be up and running again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-115328990966337916?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115328990966337916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=115328990966337916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115328990966337916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/115328990966337916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-not-dead.html' title='Im not dead....'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-114035045750785541</id><published>2006-02-19T22:09:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:30:57.533+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Math is the Lesbian sister of Biology...</title><content type='html'>I'm watching family guy at the moment, if you hadnt figured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been moving all day... my shoulder is killing me, might take some panadol.  freaking sore shoulder.  it feels like someones poking their sharp little pointy fingers into my shoulder through my collar bone... and if i find that person... wham!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think i should just let you know that Cherry's Italian feast was AWESOME!!!  she is an awesome cook, she even let me cook the pasta even though i was half ripped and kept throwing it at the wall to see if it would stick.... brave girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt get her present till her birthday though!  woooooo i am a meanie..... wooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a big Thank you for the invite and the great food!  it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving sucks ass.  i hope it all ends soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired, i might go to bed now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly xxxoooxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-114035045750785541?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/114035045750785541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=114035045750785541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/114035045750785541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/114035045750785541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/02/math-is-lesbian-sister-of-biology.html' title='Math is the Lesbian sister of Biology...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-114007771478980573</id><published>2006-02-16T18:33:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:45:14.800+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Here Come the Drums, Here come the DRUMS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!!! just bought my ticket to the D &amp;amp; D ball! I have my Dress too, now all i need to decide is on the shoes and the hair! .....Hair style that is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited!!! Food, Alcohol, and the ROGUE TRADERS!!! WOOT!!! Cherry said that her and some friends were thinking about getting a limo that night too, that would rock!!! I hope we do, ive never been in a limo... how ritzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought id Spill my excitement into my Blog, WOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see some of you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly Pilly xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-114007771478980573?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/114007771478980573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=114007771478980573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/114007771478980573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/114007771478980573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-come-drums-here-come-drums.html' title='Here Come the Drums, Here come the DRUMS!!!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-114005119799936322</id><published>2006-02-16T11:16:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:23:18.010+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Need Coffee in a can....</title><content type='html'>well im moving today, well, moving lots of stuff anyhoo, cause i move on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent even started yet.  im so lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hungry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no food in the house, sept for the chinese i bought for dinner for me and my EX flatmate... he left out the leftovers and didnt put them in the fridge... and i dont trust chicken left out all night.... i might have the rice though....  am i that hungry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT it taunts me with its fried goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, its Cherry's Birthday soon, and she is having an italian feast on Saturday night... its going to be AWESOME!!!  i have to wear something green or white or red or all... that  is going to be harder than i first thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, id better go and have a shower, and get ready to move, damnit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-114005119799936322?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/114005119799936322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=114005119799936322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/114005119799936322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/114005119799936322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/02/need-coffee-in-can.html' title='Need Coffee in a can....'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113970723765096603</id><published>2006-02-12T10:39:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-12T11:50:37.693+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Thermo-colour T-shirts are the BOMB-DIGGITY!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess what I purchased for a measly 8 buckeroo's?!? (that's australian currency for those who are thinking i am just making up words.... which im not.... its about 6.17 in American smackeroo's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right!!!  a thermo colour t-shirt!!!  its more of a wifebeater than a t-shirt, but it rocks all the same!  as a kid i always wanted one, (being a child of the 80's and all) but i never got one.  and if i did, it got washed and never changed colour again...  anyway, i have been totally entertained for 2 days now!  cause im wearing a bra, all the rest of the t-shirt has changed colour, sept where my bra is, its awesome, i keep grabbing my chest and making it change colour in the shape of my hands...  Whoever invented this is the most awesome person in the world and&lt;br /&gt;should have an award or something... at least until i tire of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have had an awesome weekend.  i got my bitesplint, and i havent had a headache for 2 days, which is briliant.  im not sleeping as well as i could, but who gives a hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided i wanted to go out friday night, just for a quiet get together.  Littlest billy goat gruff had had a teeny tiny bit much to drink.  It was adorable all the same!  i think we learnt a valuable lesson about filling a man of that size with that amount of free giunness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was awesome too, My beautiful cherry rang me up and we decided to hang out and have a few beers and champagne...  you wouldnt think that they would mix, but they did my tummy.  we giggled and played with my thermo t-shirt, oogled over pictures of nicky hayden and valentino rossi.  (mmmm nicky hayden, i am soooo confidant in yourrr skeeells.  *my version of his hot southern accent*) then  we were off to the Lark distillery where Littlest Billy goat was playing, and mister Blunty would be watching... we had cherry max champagne...mmmmm....soooo yummy..... and soo intoxicating) we listened and chatted to random people.  then i gots a little flirty and we decided to head to Irish Murphy, where with our beer goggles on, there was this guy who looked like nicky hayden, but then i didnt want him anymore cause i could have him so easily.    wish i had now though.... but meh! then we went pub hopping not to drink, just to dance!  We gots our groove on for many an hour, but then miss cherry gots tired and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many a scene missing from my rendition of last night,  but im a little tired myself so its sorta chopped up and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im off cause im tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of Love lilly xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113970723765096603?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113970723765096603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113970723765096603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113970723765096603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113970723765096603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/02/thermo-colour-t-shirts-are-bomb.html' title='Thermo-colour T-shirts are the BOMB-DIGGITY!!!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113947028293598415</id><published>2006-02-09T17:15:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:01:22.956+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Metrosexual, Rankosexual?  WTF?</title><content type='html'>What ever happened to just plain being homosexual or heterosexual? (not forgetting the poor forgotten misunderstood Bisexuals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok i will give in the the fact that the word "metrosexual" was a pretty funny and correct way to describe the influx of wet look hair gelafied, pink upturned collar shirted, funnysmelling, tight black jean wearing, moisturising men...  But come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of my friends at the time period we shall know as "the metro era" were all against it, reconed that anyone stupid enough to go for that look deserved to be beaten, stabbed, raped whatnot.  but i caught on to what they were up to early on,  As i have always been a big promoter to guys that have inquired to me, "how come you just sneeze and the girlies come flocking?" to which i have repield "im pretty sure if you were gay, or at least said you were gay, you would have tonnes more female friends hanging off you, and a man surrounded by giggling girlies is a must for any girls trophy shelf." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And add all of these variables together, subtract the actual homosexual feelings, and there you have it, a massive influx of "metrosexuals"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what happens when you tell the secret of female "fishing", soon after, every bloody tom dick and sergieay knows about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i publicly apologise, im sorry to you all for that era, i think it was all my fault.  but you have to believe me, i had no idea that they would be stupid enough to actually &lt;em&gt;try &lt;/em&gt;to pull it off, let alone in record numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also apologise for the fact that i am doped up to the eyeballs on panadiene forte, i think i had to much, on an empty stomach.  with coke zero.  i apologise for using the words "coke zero" in my blog too, please dont take offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to continue my rant, i was reading a magazine in my lunch break, cause i didnt really want to spend my lunch hour actually &lt;em&gt;talking &lt;/em&gt;to anyone, that, and how can you say no to a magazine called Chik?  i ask you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in my reading, i came across an article on "rankosexuals"  apparently, the metrosexual era has drowned in its wetlook hairgell, and is now floating around face down and decomposing at a substantual rate.  and what , you ask , has sprung up to take its place?  the aptly named, "rankosexual"  now im not sure if any of you were subjected to the governments top range of visual and audio torture,  a.k.a Big brother 2005.  but a "rankosexual" is pretty much that guy who was scoring with all the chicks, but not telling them all about eachother, whilst being a totall wanker around the guys, bragging and making bets like the women were peices of meat to be fought over like rabid dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i never actually witnessed this atrocity against life as we know it. so i cant really say much, but i have noticed lately the rise in the testosterone in the air around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a day, back when, when people actually dated, and were all cuddly, and smuggly and smushy and pink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, all i have noticed is the rise of requests of one night stands, feeling ups and "perving".  Now i had to giggle at the word Perving, cause whenever i say it, i am thrown back to the year of 1997 when my girlfriends and i would "perv" on the hot guys in the swim team, football team, soccer team, anything male really. to perve would mean sneaking a glance in their direction and giggling like schoolgirl on crack if they caught your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont care about this topic.  i just wanna take bets on when this faze will die, and what new atrocity will spring up and take its place.... im already grinning like an idiot when i think about it.  i recon a new species of man will arise, half man, half fish.  wait no, we cant have that, that would mean that the metrosexuals would come back, cause then they could survive the wet look hair gel (wouldnt it be funny if they link that hair gell with impotence in the future?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!  or maybe a new version of the metrosexual would arise, called the mummysboysexual.  use your hyper imagination on that one! or perhaps, the interlectualsexual?  that one has my vote.  the philisophicalsexual?  the celebatorysexual?  OR  god forbid, the Religioussexual.  i would spend the next 3 years in upper mongolia till that one passed if it ever spawned upon this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up, i think i will just sit back, and collect the whole set.  and wait around for the "doeverythinginmypowertomakeyouhappyandsatisfiedsexual"  mmmmmm that will be a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im sick of talking shit now.  i hope you get a laugh out of it, cause i sure will in a days time when i remember i did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one, im off to put my new bitesplint to the test.  god it makes me look sexy, ill take a picture if someone reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lilly Pilly sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  i have to publicly apologise,  im sorry mister ian, you are not the medium sized billy goat gruff... you are the littlest billy goat gruff.  as requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lilly pilly who is not screwing up her nose cause im not allowed to anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and pps -  im moving in like a week, im scared and i need to install the net down there...  im afraid no one will come visit me, and that i will be forgotten DONT FORGET ME!!! DAMN IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.V is gay-o-sexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lilly &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113947028293598415?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113947028293598415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113947028293598415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113947028293598415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113947028293598415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/02/metrosexual-rankosexual-wtf.html' title='Metrosexual, Rankosexual?  WTF?'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113936333734543632</id><published>2006-02-08T12:06:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-08T12:18:57.356+10:30</updated><title type='text'>can someone get this world to stop spinning? id like to get off now</title><content type='html'>hey all, i gots some good news!  there is no alien in my head!!  woot!!!  all that cordless phone talking and mobile talking must have nuked the sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im on a relieved high today, and im not at all going to think of the fact that they still dont know what is wrong with me, cause at least i know i dont have brain bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well a new and more fun part of not feeling well, is this strange sensation that the world is like a matini shaker.  when i move my eyes, i have to wait a sec for my world to adjust coherently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making eating fun, cause i feel like im sea sick!  but at least i dont have a headache yet today!!  WOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets see whats new in my life today, hrmmm, well i hacked my thumb open at work with a contaminated instrument, so i had to have yummy blood taken to see if i have blood aliens.  damn it.  but i dont really care about that, all i care about is the fact that my THUMB HURTS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm oh yeah, my baby doll came back from melbourne the other day, and the beautiful thang bought me a pressie of a signed christopher reeve photo from superman!!!  its framed and everything!!!  it has to be one of the best pressies i have recieved!!!   it is awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm what else, my tummy hurts cause i had microwave satay chicken noodles,  i think it was the fact that they only took 3 minutes to make, so now i feel like a bloated satay noodle..... bleugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm what else, oh yeah, i saw one of my friends out on the weekend and she was on an illegal cocktail of pills, she told me she hated me but wanted to take me home and *enter kinky words here*.... needless to say she doesnt remember even seeing me now.  people on pills are silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact there was a whole lotta people out on the town on some sort of pillage this weekend past, me, i was on panadiene... i felt kinda lame, but thank you to mister blunty and Medium sized billy goat gruff for taking me out and trying to cheer me up.  it was very sweet of you both, especially when you both informed me that i look hot in a bikini.... i say i DID look hot, as apposed to now, when im all pink and squishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that is it from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to visit mister blunty and do some artie fartie stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A non alien in head lilly pilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ps, 70 days!?!?  thanks a.j. for informing me on the mummification process, i had no idea that it would take that damn long....  70 freaking days.... bloody hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113936333734543632?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113936333734543632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113936333734543632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113936333734543632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113936333734543632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/02/can-someone-get-this-world-to-stop.html' title='can someone get this world to stop spinning? id like to get off now'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113878892371415037</id><published>2006-02-01T20:37:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:45:23.730+10:30</updated><title type='text'>C is for CAT scan, thats good enough for me.</title><content type='html'>im going to have a ct scan of my head tomorie, to make sure there are no aliens taking up residence in my brain.  My theory is that i am experiencing a past life, where i was an egyptian pharoah,  and right now they are sticking hot poker things up my nose into my brain and scrambling it all up.  does anyone know how long the mummification process takes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to hide it, im scared.  I sorta want to cry, but i think that is just cause im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate lots of cheese today, i dont like cheese anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they find what is wrong with me, and fix it, cause i wanna be myself again!!!  i miss going to the gym with friends.  i miss friends indefinately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw now im all whingie, and ive been told to many times in these past weeks im too clingie and whingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113878892371415037?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113878892371415037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113878892371415037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113878892371415037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113878892371415037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/02/c-is-for-cat-scan-thats-good-enough.html' title='C is for CAT scan, thats good enough for me.'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113852791114627182</id><published>2006-01-29T19:48:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:15:11.176+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Average Cop</title><content type='html'>HA!  I outrank Blunty!!!   Is there anything sweeter?  thats right, i rock at that shooting game!!!  and that sniper sharp shooter game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck at air hockey though.  even when i cheat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you have probably have had assertained, i went to intensity with Bluntman on saturday.  we were bored waiting for Brent to get back from burnie on the bus, so it seemed like a good way to waste some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ran out of money, and resorted to extreme rock paper scissors, which had us cracking up for 15 minutes rolling around on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that i went to town with my family to go gift shopping for my stepdads 50th birthday.  i was bitten on the lip by a green parrot, it was adorable, like one of those little dinosaurs from the second jurrassic park.  im not being sarcastic, it was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Ian out busking, shamlessly self promoting of course.  told me of a gig he was doin that night, so it was decided to have a quiet one and go down and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Quiet one turned into a big one, an awesome band line up at the republic, i actually drank BEER!!!!!   i wanted something i would nurse all night, which i did.  trying to knock back on the drinking, its getting old.  im actually enjoying remembering what i did, and being able to drive home when i want!!!!   i give it 2 weeks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately my headache came back that day, and not panadol rapid, drinking or other activities could soothe the savage beast.  so i had to call it a night at twelve.  An awesome night though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so another day rocks round, and i my head was a little better, went out and got groceries but found i was exausted by the end of it, went to bed, slept, and got up and am now where i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun to be had by all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about comics to do and other random things, keep in touch people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113852791114627182?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113852791114627182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113852791114627182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113852791114627182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113852791114627182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/average-cop.html' title='Average Cop'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113834983061453221</id><published>2006-01-27T18:03:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-27T18:47:10.646+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Australians do it better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/DSC00243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/DSC00243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us begin the celebrations with a picture of me with a rat on my head.  i really should clean more often.(nah its minx, took me an hour to find her that day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO AUSTRALIA DAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!!! a day set with the tradition of turning meat into charcoal, putting it in bread or stabbing it with a stick, drinking copious amounts of australian beer, standing in a paddlepool calf deep with freezing water on a stinkin hot day... listening to the triple j hottest 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Hippo's turn to host the bash this year, her parents were away so we all took great care not to get the place dirty. sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re had, accents where pointed out and old stick figure cartoons i used to draw that people have kept for 6 years were dragged out and i laughed so much i hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell down the slight ramp that is in the middle of her hallway for NO GOOD GODDAMMED REASON AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught up with people i havent seen since high school, and found out that one of my old friends was talking about me at another party... im uber paranoid now, cause anything this girl has to say about me, probably isnt any good for my reputation.... like i had one, but what little i have left i try to keep it breathing small shallow death ridden breaths. it was probably nothing but the last time this girl talked about me to anyone it was my cousin, who told my sister that we werent talking to eachother, and that her boyfriend was his friend and he would choose them over me. my sister told me and i was like.... WTF?!?! it was the first i had heard about it. it almost ruined my GOLDCOAST HOLIDAY!!!! how wude... but i messaged her bf (cause i knew she wasnt good with replies) and he was nice and told me that my cousin wasnt told anything so he just came to a conclusion on his own, and to ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a random part of my life. i hope you alll enjoyed it as much as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to the stick figure comics i used to draw. i had totally forgotten about them, that and how insane we all were when we were in grade 10. we were totally nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but reading them again and pissing ourselves laughing at the randomness of it all, brought it all back to me, so i think i might do some more, there were poorly poorly drawn, but i guess that is what made them so farkin funny!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it mainly consisted of stick figures of me and the three girls i hung out with, blowin shit up. we hadn't discovered sex yet and this was funny to us. 'splosions and all that. it was also my version of events of how every episode of the pretender went, cause i never watched it, and hippo used to fill me in (whether i wanted to or not) on what happended. it was pretty funny to us then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might get her to scan the old ones in, and ill post them. maybe. sorta.. kinda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im all alone at home, and im as hungry as all hell, but ive sorta got agoraphobia (you know, that fear of leaving the house) but im not afraid, i just dont wanna. but the hunger is slowly taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, after the hottest 100 finished, me and cherry went to north hobart to get food, as we had just had beer and a sausage all day. we got my absolute favourite in the whole world, noodle box.... mmmmmm.... now im really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt even get half way through it and we both kinda got sleepy and full, and so we headed back to my car, and since we already had to meet someone in north hobart in three hours, we decided to lay in the back of my car with the boot open (i have a family station wagon, dont ask) we pulled the seats down, lay there with legs hanging out, and tiredly nattered and nattered, till i got too cold so i shut the boot and we just lay there in the back of the car. we must have loooked sooooo dodgy, i was laying with my arm out the window. thats all you could see untill you got close. then somehow i came up with "i wanna be a hippy and i want to get scooened" that made us crack up for like 20 minutes, then our friends arived. and made us get up and out of the car.... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i dunno what i will do tonight, im not sure if i wanna go out.... meh... i dont think i do.... plus everyone i know is either working or broke, or 5 hours car drive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry..... and i wanna be a hippy and i wanna get scooened, possibly with some tea.... and jam.... and cream.... ew i dont like cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i still typing? my god, GET OUT OF MY BRAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im too hungry to keep typing, so i might go get some popcorn. mmmmmm popcorn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough RAMBLINGS!!!! its time for another game!!!! its multiple choice as per usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i want to be when i grew up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;b. a vet&lt;br /&gt;c. a stripper&lt;br /&gt;d. a ballerina&lt;br /&gt;e. a fairy&lt;br /&gt;f.  an artist&lt;br /&gt;or the wildcard&lt;br /&gt;g.  a hungry chick who is typing totall crap on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prize will be.... a mention in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!!!!!! how could you not want that!!!?!?!?!?! im so famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, ill double it, and say ill mention you in my blog, but as a bonus, as a part of my BLONDETERAGE!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm foodstuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will fill you in more when i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lilly pilly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113834983061453221?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113834983061453221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113834983061453221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113834983061453221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113834983061453221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/australians-do-it-better.html' title='Australians do it better.'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113799285539866788</id><published>2006-01-23T15:00:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:37:35.416+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Free T-shirt with Flyer.</title><content type='html'>Another day, another migraine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the third one in 2-3weeks.... naturally im scared as all hell.  so scared in fact, that i have spent the day on the verge of tears.  My mind has been going a mile a minute.  None of it reassuring, trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the worst thing is, is that i feel like i want to talk to someone, but i feel like there is no-one i would want to burden.  Everyone has their own problems, and i just dont feel right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want answers, so that i can fix what is wrong, and go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isnt that what we all want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i shall shut up now about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was great fun.  hot but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went and saw underworld evolution.  it rocked.  i wish i had bought popcorn though, i was sooo hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its sex scene shites all over the sex scene in the matrix!!!  WOOT!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if im a bit bleugh, but my head, she hurts.  and i cant see. my eyes are all funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry im just not into this today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x0x0x0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113799285539866788?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113799285539866788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113799285539866788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113799285539866788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113799285539866788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/free-t-shirt-with-flyer.html' title='Free T-shirt with Flyer.'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113723403490316415</id><published>2006-01-14T20:35:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-14T20:50:34.926+10:30</updated><title type='text'>T'was beauty that killed my Monkey...</title><content type='html'>I cleaned my car today, ooooh its so shiny and clean!!!  inside and out.  I even polished the whooooole thing.  not bad for a gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot one very important thing.... my lilly white skin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch ouch ouch, i now have a very a'pealing red pattern on my back and midriff on the back.... its warm and itchy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, twas my own silly fault.  as my mummy would say, "well its your own silly fault"....&lt;br /&gt;wait....what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also saw chicken little.... and noticed a great similarity between me and the fish and fuzzy orange thingie.... teehee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im watchin brave heart on tv.  i remember watching this as a kid, and just being so drawn into it, just falling in love with the idea of the place and time.   watching it now, all i see is mel gibson.... with long hair looking rather like a woman.   and lots of perfect teeth....pretty sure they wouldnt have perfect teeth back then... and more scars.... and body odour... and dredlocks.... and more spitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAwwe they are getting married in secret right now.... aaaawe..... GET TO THE BLOODY BATTLES ALREADY!!!! jeeze louise!  no wonder this movie was so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooo boobies.....  wait its getting better.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright before i embarass myself, id better go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all, be good, and dont get sunburnt whatever you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love lilly pilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x0x0x0x0x0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113723403490316415?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113723403490316415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113723403490316415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113723403490316415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113723403490316415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/twas-beauty-that-killed-my-monkey.html' title='T&apos;was beauty that killed my Monkey...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113696037192112203</id><published>2006-01-11T16:28:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:49:31.933+10:30</updated><title type='text'>my head goes *bwah bwah bwah*</title><content type='html'>oooooooooooh my head... it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes another migraine.  it hurts so bad, why does everything have to be so bright and loud?  god even typing hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there may be some good news to come out of this.  All the doctors ive seen, all have said different things about what "may" be wrong with me.  None of which have been right so far.  and that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest thing is Medication.  mmmm gotta love that medication. i swear its just kiddie vitamin c chewables that they just repackaged and started selling off to stupid people like me for 40 bucks a pop.  DAMN CHEWABLE VITAMIN C!!! YOU WIN AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i saw a new doctor today, cause mine was busy, and he recons that it sounds like i have sleep apnoea.  and that it can be easily fixed, but to check back in a month or so.  then we can follow that path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so woot!  i may get better!  i may just yet be better!!!  it so great to feel like i may gain some control back to my life!!!  Cross  your fingers for me people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in other news, i got a tattoo!!!  oooooh im so tough and cool now! its awesome, a creation that if i dont say Brent made, he will whinge at me untill i do, but it is an original workmanshipie thing.  i will not post a picture of it yet cause i want it to be all healed and at its best when you all see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in other other news, i went to a party on saturday in town, my assbandito friend Dianna is moving to melbourne, and, i quote "if i didnt come to her party she would hunt me down, come to my door and beat me sensless."  so i went, had a few drinks, met lots of new people.  i played a great game of ping pong (the drinking version, dont ask).  then i wandered down to mobius with Ellijah.  he is an awesome person who just seems to know everyone!!  then at mobius i was dragged along with a bucks night (not as dirty as it sounds, i was just in all senses of the word, DRAGGED along.) i wasnt doing anything, so i went along with it, it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then late mornin, i got home, not hung over, just tired.  A good night to be had by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im tired and sore, so i think i may sign off now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113696037192112203?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113696037192112203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113696037192112203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113696037192112203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113696037192112203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-head-goes-bwah-bwah-bwah.html' title='my head goes *bwah bwah bwah*'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113637666557220288</id><published>2006-01-04T22:28:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:41:05.583+10:30</updated><title type='text'>*Sings*I like to swim-swim, I like to swim-swim!</title><content type='html'>i bought new bathers today!!!  they are really pretty and reversable so it looks like i have two pairs of bathers but i only have one, how sneaky am i?  ooooh soooo sneaky, sneaky like a fox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have had a tough time, this past week, im not too sure what brought it on, and im not sure im over it yet, but i know i will get through it.  it will just take some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i went and saw "fun with dick and jane".... heads up, it wasnt that fun.  maybe im not quite as in with the american finanial crowd, but hey, me knows what me likes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, back on to my new bathers!!!  its a tankini (for all those people out there who are going "like what the hell?  she just made that word up, and she will pay dearly when i do not find this word in the oxford dictionary!  for if its not in the oxford dictionary, it must'nt exist!!!  you lie what makes you LIE?!?!?!" well, it is a real word, for a mix between a tank top and a bikini, get it tankini?  funny eh?) its like the top of the top is a bikini, but the bottom of the top is like a tank top... and the bottoms are just bather bottoms.... no genetic mutations there... no sir'e bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i tire of my babbles, i shall go to sleep, which is what i have been doing for like 14 hours a day... bit weird huh, i think so too, i hope i snap out of it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113637666557220288?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113637666557220288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113637666557220288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113637666557220288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113637666557220288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/singsi-like-to-swim-swim-i-like-to.html' title='*Sings*I like to swim-swim, I like to swim-swim!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113610464242042193</id><published>2006-01-01T19:05:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:07:22.430+10:30</updated><title type='text'>shortest new year resolution yet</title><content type='html'>it lasted 4 hours.... then i cried like a little kid... great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113610464242042193?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113610464242042193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113610464242042193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113610464242042193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113610464242042193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/shortest-new-year-resolution-yet.html' title='shortest new year resolution yet'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113608269160314052</id><published>2006-01-01T12:11:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-01T13:01:31.636+10:30</updated><title type='text'>oooooh sky flowers....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/lilymon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/400/lilymon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does the happy dance of 2006*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT! lovin it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005... i cant stand the number 5... its an unlucky feeling number to me... never really liked it, its always given me the heabie jeabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now its gone, and the uber lucky number 6 is here! it showers us with sparky glitter and gives us many a warm and sexy hugs! it tickles us with its cute little butterfly kisses and leaves us with cute little lip gloss marks on our cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say cast away the shackles of the evil number 5, everyone needs to let go of their bad feelings of eachother, we all need to think of the bigger picture, stop judging eachother on race, sexual orientation and ....shortness.... stop listening to others, hell just celebrate!!!! i mean... the environment is going to kill us all some day, so bugger it, lets make love, not war or riots, or mean words said or written or scrawled. Lets laugh and hug and snuggle and giggle!! hold our heads high! cause the higher you get, the thinner the air gets, and the thinner the air gets, the more lightheaded and giggly we all get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets all make sweet sweet circus like sex in elevators!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/200/hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my new years resolution. im sorry people, but there is a new, positive, cuddly lilpil on the rise, i will take no negativity from anyone!!!! i am a negativity free zone, surrounded with positive shields at full capacity!!! my optimistic tazers are set to stun! (not to meantion amaze!) i pitty da fool who tries to ruin my 2006!!! who tries to put me down!!! watch out, im full of chocolate and happy feelings! i can speak for maself when i say... well... anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i lie here dressed as a nurse (remember people, positive thoughts only) i have decided My new years resolution is to accept me for who i am, I AM ME!!! to spread love and kindness to all that abode near me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that my new years resolution rubs off on at least one person or animal, that would make me a very happy lil pil, and i would feel very accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too all my friends, i hope you all have a great 2006, i hope you all feel the same way, and i hope that you all know i love you all! (yes hipster, warts and all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be nice to eachother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of positive new years love! MUAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly Pilly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/87237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/200/87237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i am a strong believer that how you feel and spend new years day is a big determiner of how you will spend your days for the next year, so lets all do little dances of happyness, if not for me, for your 2006 happyness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. use your blogs for the good of all people. not just to lure david ireland to get shocked by 200 volt stingrays, even though it is pretty funny.... hehehe.... 200 volts.... *snort*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113608269160314052?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113608269160314052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113608269160314052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113608269160314052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113608269160314052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2006/01/oooooh-sky-flowers.html' title='oooooh sky flowers....'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113598573861868594</id><published>2005-12-31T09:49:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:05:38.630+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Open wide, come inside... its Playschool</title><content type='html'>is it wrong to perve on the guy from playschool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this stage i am realising the reason that most people have children... just so they can perve on the guy from playschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, im not watching playschool anymore, cause i felt this overwhelming urge to make something out of playdough, so i changed the channel to watch this moron who is way funnier than Steve Irwin, cause this guy actually squeals like a little girl when he gets hurt, which is like every 1.43 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in the water, handfeeding moray eels (which is just stupid in itself) when a massive electric stringray (that give off a max of 200 volts) and decided to be the first person to handfeed one... wanna know why he was the first one?  cause they GIVE OFF 200 VOLTS!!!  then he was all upset when it shocked him.... funny to watch though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was pissing off a massive (we are talking the size of a basketball) crab that was eating... *gee i wonder what will happen now* CRUNCH!!!  BWAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was feeding birds by holding a small fish up into the air and letting them swoop.... cause birds mid flight arent going to mistake your podgy pink nubs for fish...  he squealed like a little girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he is cave dwelling... gee i wonder what will happen now (bats swoop and bite and he dies of rabies) wait he is climbing a big mound of bat poo and is wondering what smells.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im off to get rip roaring drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly xoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS dont go pissing off electric stingrays, k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113598573861868594?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113598573861868594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113598573861868594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113598573861868594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113598573861868594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/open-wide-come-inside-its-playschool.html' title='Open wide, come inside... its Playschool'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113593389574206990</id><published>2005-12-30T19:07:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:41:35.756+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Why do I not work at E.B... I ask you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/DSC00461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/400/DSC00461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHA!!!  yup, I really really should work there...   imagine the profit margin....  IMAGINE!!!  hell i could sell a dictionary... why is that amazing?  THEY DONT SELL DICTIONARIES!!! BWAHAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... i am puffung my chest out, how dare you ask such a question...   damn you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the picture had have been lower, you would have seen the pink sticker announcing that *this box is empty*  .... dont you say a word melody, i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, a new year is nearly upon us, ive been hanging at the Taste of Tasmania, probably more then i should, but what can i say, i like to drink waaaaiiiinne  and watch buskers.  i got to throw an apple to a busker.... I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love buskers, specially good international buskers... they rock hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love waaine... *thats wine, but frenchafied*  but i just read that too much drinking causes your bones to go snap more often.... trust me if you knew me well, it would explain alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm im watching the human body, and there were spermies on it.... mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im off to the shop to get mixer for my alkihol, cause im thoisty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love yah all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilly xoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113593389574206990?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113593389574206990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113593389574206990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113593389574206990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113593389574206990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-do-i-not-work-at-eb-i-ask-you.html' title='Why do I not work at E.B... I ask you!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113549590489149369</id><published>2005-12-25T17:57:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-25T18:01:44.893+10:30</updated><title type='text'>boxing day anniversary.</title><content type='html'>oh and before i forget and dont get the time to say this, but please find a special place in your heart to remember the poor victims of the tsunami tradgedy... and the families of those lost that may never be found.  it is very sad to lose a loved one, but to have no closure means the pain is there everyday for them.  never really knowing.  to them i send my love and condolences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113549590489149369?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113549590489149369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113549590489149369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113549590489149369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113549590489149369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/boxing-day-anniversary.html' title='boxing day anniversary.'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113549544013448458</id><published>2005-12-25T17:27:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-25T17:54:00.146+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Fleece Fluffy Duck to all!</title><content type='html'>well i won christmas again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gots a twelve inch gir from invader zim!  and a huge ass my littlest pet turtle (if you didnt know, i first saw the mini version whilst food shopping at woolworths, and just HAD to buy him.)  i gots a microfibre towel and multi purpose dish washing liquid for my future trip to europe.  i gots lollies and chocit, alcohol and rainbow makers, and a gift voucher for diva... sweeeeeet.  i got a real leather bag, a rainbow wrap around head band and this weird little keyring of a little man made mostly of a beard, which you can lift up and see his...um....tube steak...  my mum informs me that he is a hillbilly tasmanian.  so i called him william richard the third.  sometimes i worry about my mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i ate ham and turkey and chicken, and icecream and rasperries, strawberries and blueberries, and i had a hangover headache by 10am thismorning.  god i love christmas!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to get to my mums place early thismorning, because i have to do all my sisters and mums makeup, then straighen and style all their hair.... then take photos... i dont mean to brag but i do NOT take a bad picture of anyone.  i guess why that is why i am asked to take the pictures at most family and friends gatherings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and there were so many tanties thrown by the littlies... my poor auntie, i dont know how she puts up with it.  i just find their tanties funny.  i didnt find it funny, however, when one of them went and fed my dog a cooked chicken bone and she started choking... had to wack my hand down her throat and get it out... no sooner had i got it out and thrown it down, turned to tell the kiddie why you cant feed the dog chicken bones, then the dog had whipped over and eaten the same chicken bone again and started choking again.... no sympathy this time, just another whack down the throat...  stupid puppy!  i had to laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little sister got new mp3 players, so i spent an hour or so trying to get them to work.  what is a christmas present that you cant use straight away?  i ask you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i am home, tired, exhausted actually, surrounded with spoils of christmas and a nice glass of champagne and some tv, and i think i might go and have a nanny nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh christmas makes me all warm and tinglie inside... or is that the champas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you all have a merry christmas and i hope to make an entry before the new year, if i dont, i hope you all have a happy and bountiful new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;santie lilly pilly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113549544013448458?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113549544013448458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113549544013448458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113549544013448458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113549544013448458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/fleece-fluffy-duck-to-all.html' title='Fleece Fluffy Duck to all!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113499089524682712</id><published>2005-12-19T20:09:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-25T17:25:27.520+10:30</updated><title type='text'>erm..... mildy tinglie weekend....</title><content type='html'>well, I was reading some of my friends blogs.... and i noticed that most to all of them were titled "Big weekend" or "Huge weekend", or "Massively explosive toy run weekend"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i babysat. and im proud of it. I was sick, i was blerg, and yet i still babysat 4 kiddliewinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man am i good. i played possibly &lt;em&gt;the longest&lt;/em&gt; game of pictionary juniour. im not sure my littlest ward got what the aim of the game was, since she spent half an hour drawing a full colour picture that we werent allowed to look at untill she was finished... so we all patiently sat on the couch and waited for her to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after pictionary, it was time for dessert. after about half hour of squabbling over who would get the biggest one...(it was peaches and homemade yoghurt) i finally said to them we would play a sort of ebay of desserts, guess my highest bid.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i am so sore and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113499089524682712?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113499089524682712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113499089524682712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113499089524682712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113499089524682712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/erm-mildy-tinglie-weekend.html' title='erm..... mildy tinglie weekend....'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113472591678550627</id><published>2005-12-16T19:55:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-16T20:08:36.800+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I must have killed so many black cats....</title><content type='html'>my luck this week has sucked big time people!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my semi boss told me that she believed that i must have run over a few black cats, whilst running under a ladder, breaking mirrors and not looking people in the eyes when i make a toast and clink my drink with theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hugely not well, my glands all down my right side of my face and neck and shoulder have swollen to "ripleys believe it or not" proportions.  all i had for two days was pannadol, cause ibeprofen makes my stomach implode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i havent slept, eaten or SWALLOWED for several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on pennicilan, which seems to be making me dry reach on the hour, every hour.... and im too sick to go to the doctors and change them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my temperature is 39.3 degrees celcius, dont ask me what that is in farenhieght, cause i havent the foggiest.  but it means im sweating like a fat man in a sauna.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my breath is RANCID people!  i have brushed my teeth 7 times today, but it just aing getting better.  its really gross, i can tell you right now that it is a good thing that you cant smell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had the energy to take a picture of my tonsil, cause its all white and yuckie and such.  seriously guinness book of world records stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing is, i have to baby sit 4 children tommorow.... god damn what did i do to deserve all of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to go and throw up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuckie lilly pilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the answer to the game was h.           all of the above...  thank you all for trying!!!  it was a fun game i should play more often with you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love sicklylilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113472591678550627?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113472591678550627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113472591678550627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113472591678550627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113472591678550627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-must-have-killed-so-many-black-cats.html' title='I must have killed so many black cats....'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113455660865211190</id><published>2005-12-14T20:26:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:06:48.683+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Boxed lunch at the Y</title><content type='html'>well, no...... I lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its more boxed dinner that i got from noodle house and brought home and ate on the couch whilst watching futurama, i just thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my tummie is so full its going to explode all over the loungeroom, coffee table inclusive.  it was yummie, soooooooooo yummie, not as yummie as sushi, but that makes me sick now, so i settle for noodlehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i find myself in a bit of a dilemma, there is nothing on tv, and im too full to move and change it to a dvd or something, and my food is still settling so i cant sleep yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and such is life, my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was asked a  very interesting and well thought out question "what is it that i do for a living?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..... after much deliberation, i thought "hrmm i could say what i do, and risk myself getting caught by work bitching so very much (as we all know i do, often, at great lenghts, whether you want me too or not....)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought i would make it interesting... i thoughts... i can make this into a game for all to play...&lt;br /&gt;here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my job a -&lt;br /&gt;a.          Receptionist&lt;br /&gt;b.          medical receptionist&lt;br /&gt;c.           Medical Assistant&lt;br /&gt;d.          Underpaid nurse&lt;br /&gt;e.           Infection control&lt;br /&gt;f.            Lab Technitian&lt;br /&gt;g.           too good and overqualified to be paid so very little to put up with so much crap&lt;br /&gt;h.           All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just guess i dare you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today didnt suck too much, i had the best drumming lesson of all time, i got to go massive on the drums!!!!  weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaand thats about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go now and......stalk.......lennie.......and......carl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113455660865211190?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113455660865211190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113455660865211190&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113455660865211190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113455660865211190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/boxed-lunch-at-y.html' title='Boxed lunch at the Y'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113443834896187582</id><published>2005-12-13T11:53:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-13T12:15:48.970+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Fruit salad...</title><content type='html'>well, my friends, i had a very nice weekend, so nice, you dont get to hear about it.... not cause it was illegal or anything, just cause im too lazy and i was too drunk to recolect it all in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wasnt drunk ENOUGH for my day at work today.... that i can recolect to the umpteenth degree....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when i got up, i was sooo happy, i hadnt sneezed at all (bloody hayfever) i was awake enough to see (doesnt happen very often)  i got to the bathroom and i reached for my deoderant... and knocked over my FREAKENG expensive dafidoff cool water woman parfume....  it smashed..... i could have cried.   so i painstakingly cleaned it up, and continued on with getting ready... and reached for my deoderant one more time.... CRASH BANG WALLAWALLA WASHINGTON!!!   damn it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was late to my walk to work with my workmate... which made us lateish to work... which meant i was behind straight off the rank......  then for some reason, the fates conspired against me and i had the &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt; clients all day....  i wont say much in fear that it will jepardise my already scary job, but in person ill tell you all about it.  and to make things worse we were running late which added fuel to the already nasty clientelle list....  then the office kept screwing up my daylist and not fixing it for me.....  i had to run even more late running around trying to fix it up... then i needed to find a cd... i asked them to help but to no avail... that would have interupted their already busy day of FREAKING NOTHING!!!!  (id be wearing a pms resistant coat right about now people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boss also changed my rostered day off from wed to tuesday with a DAYs notice... so no bikini wax or doctors appointments for me.....  grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late for lunch, late leaving work, damn it.......   but my work mate whom i walk with cheered me up and bought me some lollie bananas (the nice soft kind, they are my absolute favourite)  that made me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walk home made me calm down a bit as well, and my muffin cheered me up by dropping by and doing some lewid movements on my spiky fit ball.... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my baby doll also made me laugh by coming up with some wicked stripper names for us.... (not a subject brought up by me, for once!!!  *a sound of shock and awe arises from the reader*)  her's would be cherry delight, an awesome name!  i couldnt think of one for me, so cherry came up with *strawberry champagne*  totally awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we have cherries, strawberries and lolly bananas.... a total fruit salad of a day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am going to pms at some random shop clerk... just cause i can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and thanks for listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x0x0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113443834896187582?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113443834896187582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113443834896187582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113443834896187582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113443834896187582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/fruit-salad.html' title='Fruit salad...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113358094131862869</id><published>2005-12-03T13:47:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-03T14:05:41.326+10:30</updated><title type='text'>my breasts can predict the weather....</title><content type='html'>well, not really, they can tell when its about to rain..... well to be honest, they can tell when it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;raining....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i recon there is a thirty percent chance its raining right now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113358094131862869?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113358094131862869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113358094131862869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113358094131862869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113358094131862869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-breasts-can-predict-weather.html' title='my breasts can predict the weather....'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113315578610329346</id><published>2005-11-28T14:34:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:59:46.140+10:30</updated><title type='text'>will blog for food...</title><content type='html'>Well, we all new it was going to happen, hell i think the blind man down the street saw it coming. I am so going to lose my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a great start to such a happy blog entry.  I hurt.... but i should probably start from the begginning ..... *wavery remenising lines as we fade to the past*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as we all know, im not the healthiest puppy of the litter.  i have never hidden that fact,  but it is getting so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been sleeping alot lately, like, waaaay more than usual, but it doesnt seem enough, i seem to be blacking out for very short periods of time, which is just scary in itself, but since it has been getting worse, i have managed to *spaz out* and hit my head of the ironing board table (iron fell off and is now broken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was more embarrasing then anything else, but just recently had another *spaz attack* and fell down some stairs, and i must have landed and hit the back of my neck, and i have now injured my neck as a result.  it hurts really bad and the doc said it will be uber painful for the next couple of days... i will be useless at work since i cant even move, let alone drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that will be the end of my job.  From the way my boss sounded, it came across as if i had planned to hurt and nearly kill myself... she didnt even worry if i was ok.  and i dont think i can work for someone as  incensitive as that.  if she doesnt care about her employees when injured at home, imagine what would happen at work.  it is really a shame too because i had made so many nice friends.  that and i love my job, but if these *spaz attacks* keep happening, then i cant do that job anyway, i would be a liability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say but.... what a buggeryfuck of a pickle i have before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to have 7 vials of yummy blood taken, and more tests to see if i am narcoleptic, or epileptic, or a lost cause.... or all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, life does not look as pretty as it once does, and that makes me a sad lil pil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enought about that, i have waaay more to be upset and sad and emotional about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your pms raincoats cause im gonna be pouring it out over your heads..... ew  that didnt sound right at all.    just ew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where to start..... oh yes.... where is the love?   why is it that i am foolishly still thinkin that love exists, love it out there, just waiting for you to trip, stumble, nearly fall and be caught up into its arms, look up into its eyes and BAM!  love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just me or is love dead?   oh dont get me wrong, sex isnt dead, wakers arent dead, perverts arent dead, and pig headed sweaty gorrilas arent dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get all starrie eyed when i think of love....think like cartoonie huge waterie eyes with big waterie stars, and a wobblie lip.  that is me thinking of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my idea of love in the beggining has nothing to do with sex.    all i want is someone who when i meet them, we could chat and laugh and hang around eachother, and i know in my mind that they are not in it for sex.  yes, i can see though most of you think you are being really sneaky and suave, but i know the look.... the same look is given to a steak strung up infront of a starving lion herd.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like all women, i wanna be wooed!!! i want romantic dates with movies and dinner and flowers, i want walks along starlit beaches (yeah i dont like the beach usually, but it is the principle of the thing)  i want to be surprised, swept of my feet, i want to be out all night and have no idea what the time is because i was just swept up in the moment!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want dancing and holding and touching!!!  i want smoochies and adoration!!!!!  damn it i want the world!!!  i want the whole world, give it to my now!  *cough* bugger sorry i wandered off into a willywonka song there for a sec.   another spazzy attack probably.  my neck hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sick to death of men after just sex, or just to cop a feel, or whatever is on their mind, and i am so sick of girlies using me as a tourist spot, a nice place to visit, but i would never stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am uber sick of it.  i am beggining to think i will just give up.  maybe there is noone out there for me, no one out there to make me feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it hopeless everyone?  or is it just how i feel at the moment because im not well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me sad, im going to stop thinking of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else can i think of?  lets see what he have covered so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickness&lt;br /&gt;impending doom&lt;br /&gt;unemployment&lt;br /&gt;uncaring people&lt;br /&gt;what love is to me and how i am not getting any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmmm what else is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god i just saw an add with the wiggles in it and wagges the dog was in it and I SO DIDNT LOOK LIKE WAGGES!!!! is nothing sacred?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blood taking hole hurts.....and so does my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepie again... this sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap i forgot to eat again.... aw well, i might make some crackers.... of the prawn variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my computer is running uber slow, and i think i feel a sleepie attack coming on.  share the love with someone close, and dont forget to hug my t-shirt today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sad lonely lilly pilly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113315578610329346?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113315578610329346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113315578610329346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113315578610329346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113315578610329346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/11/will-blog-for-food.html' title='will blog for food...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113187228256063282</id><published>2005-11-13T19:14:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-13T19:28:02.570+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Adultshop.com, a mount olympus among the single and horny...</title><content type='html'>praise and credit where it is due, people!  i swear without this site, and shop, my poor little mind would have snapped like Tommy at the end of Friday the 13th number 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been out all weekend, im tired, my feet hurt so much that i can hardly walk, my head goes bwah bwah and i have the song from TISM running through my brain .... everyone else has had more sex than me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not from lack of trying, i can tell you that, it is thanks to the womanly fairy making her monthly visit...  sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now i have watched friday the 13th numbers 4,5, and 6, now i am watching the great muppet caper.   good fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will write more next time, i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113187228256063282?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113187228256063282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113187228256063282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113187228256063282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113187228256063282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/11/adultshopcom-mount-olympus-among.html' title='Adultshop.com, a mount olympus among the single and horny...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113152991383783498</id><published>2005-11-09T19:48:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:21:53.946+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Fools give you reasons, wise men never try...</title><content type='html'>sounds rather profound doesnt it....  it is actually a line from the muppet show, sung by Bert, you know the one, from bert and ernie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes'm my mate just bought the muppet show series one, and i am currently having marital relations with it with my eyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask, ive been coming up with some scary analogies of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what has been happening of late, well, i havent updated out of the sheer fact that my computer is having a hissy fit and hasnt been very nice to me lately... it could be because its a hunka i bought off ebay... that and i have no idea what to do to keep my computer happy, downloading porn probably isnt healthy for it.  neither is switching it off at the button and not the proper way (im lethargic, so sue me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i apologise to all who wanted to hear from me, i am very very sorry, and i am sure you and i can come to some sort of..... compromise ;)  you know who im talking too..... @&gt;---&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings loud and off key strumming extremely out of tune guitar*OOOOOOOOOH melly, you came and you gave me a punchie, cause you hate the song i am singing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OOOOOOh NACEY!! You came and you gave me a snoggie!&lt;br /&gt;and i love you so much, OH  NACEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOh melly, you came and you stabbed me in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;cause you dont like my singing oh melly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOH nacey!  you came and you drew me a picture....&lt;br /&gt;and i've never felt so special oh nacey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!  that was fun!  that cheered me up emmensley! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weell i also had a drumming lesson today, i havent drummed in AGES but i up and decided i would start again.  i had uber fun and my teacher said i was a show off!  that means im goood!  WOOOHOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh i have a good one liner from the muppet show!!!  "her eyes said "yes yes" but her face had no nose!  BWAHAHAHA!!! im not sure why that if funny, but i found it pretty funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have a tummy ache, so i am off to bed with a glass of that fizzy stuff that makes you feel better... its acutally made my left shoulder hurt..... dont ask, lots of buggeryfucks thanks to incompetant doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i love ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leave ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113152991383783498?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113152991383783498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113152991383783498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113152991383783498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113152991383783498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/11/fools-give-you-reasons-wise-men-never.html' title='Fools give you reasons, wise men never try...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113090672774433770</id><published>2005-11-02T13:52:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:15:27.783+10:30</updated><title type='text'>*BOOM* AAAAAAAAH my heart!</title><content type='html'>well it was a balmy 26 degrees down here in Tassie... anyone who has ever visited or lived here knows that we, as Taswiegens, live close to or under the ozone layer hole, so when it gets hot, it gets harshly hot. But today was nice and balmy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untill it started raining....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what happened to me, i used to like thunder storms... but i guess one day it took me off guard and now i get like a puppy dog and start to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its raining heffalumps and woozles as i sit here inside with the fan on in ma undergroobers far far away from all the windows.... dont bother ringing cause i aint picking up that phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, after a whole bunch of comments saying two of the same things.... everyone else likes to dress up and every one wants to see my paintings.... i thought, what the hey... id better give my babes what they want! so i went and took some picicha's of my experimentations of shade (the ones that are finished anyhoo!) so here they are! BY DEMAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/000_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/000_0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the one i have ALMOST finished... it still looks a bit rough around the edges, but it should be finished soon. i had to take this picture standing on a chair... the wheat bix box was for artistic purposes, yup, very avant guarde of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/000_0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/000_0150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was no easy feat i tell you, there were so many times i just had to stop and walk away because i was just confusing myself with the colours. at one point i was almost in tears thinking that it wouldnt work and that i had ruined the picture. the mouth was almost my waterloo. there were moments i had just been staring at it for so long that i was picking faults and thinking it looked too much like she had a moustache, that the colour of the mouth was just not going to work.... but now i look at it, i think it came out quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/000_0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/000_0162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This peice i really really like, it was one i wasnt all that impressed with when it was on paper. but now that it is right there, all painted. im quiet happy with it. its trippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/000_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/320/000_0163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now THIS was a peice of art not completed, will probably never be completed.  the story behind this peice was my college years, my art teacher and i seriously didnt like eachother.... she was the type of person who would ask you to draw something, you would show her, and she would critisize, then pick up a pen and draw all over it with the "improvements" she wanted to see.   im not sure about anyone else, but that used to piss me off something shocking.  THIS IS MY ART, NOT YOURS!!! suggest, dont destroy the original.&lt;br /&gt;So one day i did a piece (not sure where it is now, i think i gave it to someone because they really liked it.) that was quite big, of an innocent looking cartoon girl, with a machette, with some writing on it, depicting "sometimes, i believe they would let her get away with murder."&lt;br /&gt;it was just a muck around peice, but a cute peice all the same.  she critisized it, saying she wanted the writing to be different, she didnt like the writing.  then i saw her move for the pen.... that FUCKING pen.... so i stood infront of the piece, crossed my arms and said "no, we wont be changing a damn thing, ive signed it, its mine and i have spoken."  Gutsy?  yes, Stupid?  you betcha.  ive never seen a person look so challenged in my life... oooh she hated me.  but i felt i had won a personal little battle of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the war.  the art show came upon us, and i was so proud, my family came, my friends came... all to see my picture mounted HALF BEHIND THE FIRE HOSE!!!!!  i could have killed... no judge in this country would have convicted me in that time...  the writing she wanted changed was hidden behind a big ass red fire hose reel.  my mother tried to comfort me, my friends tried to hold be back from ripping the place apart, and i did my best not to let her seem me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was satan, that was for sure.  but this peice, this pretty unfinished peice,  was graffitied on but some dumbass who had smoked one to many joints and thought it was a good idea to sign his arty name all over my work.  till that day, i was niether here nor there on the topic of graffiti as an art form... now i know it was not an art form if the person who does it DELIBERATELY DISTROYES someone elses to "tag" something.  an artist would respect another artists work, not set out to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i digress from my point, my "art teacher" just took one look, laughed, and made a rather spiteful comment that i choose not to repeat.  so, it is not finished due to the fact that after that i was banned from the art supply room... for reasons i choose not to repeat... though i think i won the war... god it brings a smile to my face thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i hope this quenches your thirst for art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on another note, Melody muffin got her provisional license today... so i guess me and my full license arent needed anymore....*sniff*  but congrats anyhoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another note (god all these notes and ill have enough for a whole book!) i havent been at all well, my doctor has put it down to the stressful and hostile environment in which i work in.  so it looks like im looking for a new job... its too bad, i really do like the people i work with, and my job isnt a bad one, i like it, but lately it have become to stressful and too hard for me to handle on my own.  so wish me luck people in hunting for a job, i will continue my work until i find something nice and calm for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just sick of being sick, and if it is work causing it, then i guess i have no choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough about that, i have things to do, people to surprise!  things to organise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all and will update again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113090672774433770?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113090672774433770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113090672774433770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113090672774433770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113090672774433770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/11/boom-aaaaaaaah-my-heart.html' title='*BOOM* AAAAAAAAH my heart!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-113063937714229793</id><published>2005-10-30T11:10:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-30T12:59:37.173+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!!!!!</title><content type='html'>god i love halloween!!!  it the one time of year i get into the all american spirit and just wanna dress up, eat candy and watch scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i love playing dress up!!! anyone who is anyone *that knows me* knows i love it to death!  and i am uber little fairy freak when it comes to dress up, i guess i never really grew out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue wavey fade out into remenisance into the past*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God the best time i ever remember when i was a kid was being chosen in Prep to be a tight rope walker in our make believe circus.  i had a red leotard, and on one arm was piece of wavy material running along my arm and attached to my side, like a sort of wing, and it had sequins with silk thread tasslie thingies.....   and i had to walk elegantly around a hula hoop on the floor... god i loved that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, there was no dress up this year.   i had a serious fight with the flu just recently, along with being thrust into the knowledge that i react uber badly to antibiotics (ill save the gorey details for another time, preferably when you have just eaten something bright and sparkly that will look really gross when it comes back up...)  so i didnt feel particularily pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i organised my time by going to the shop and buying some skittles and some m&amp;m's, some absolute cut (it came with the coolest bottle opener/coaster of all time, i just had to own its prettyness) and renting some scary movies i have never seen before, because i would prefer to watch and be scared by something i have never seen before then something i have, that and i have this cute little fault, where i like to rent movies no one has ever heard of, because i figure one day, after sifening through all the crap, i may just find a little diamond in the rough.  (ill let you know how that goes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i rented "sickle", "darkness falls","faculty","hellraiser #something" and "the skulls" (cause my flatmate hadnt seen it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all know that the skulls is a good movie, depending on who you ask.  i dont mind it, its pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went on to the faculty, not bad, but not good, i had seen it before, but not for ages, so me thoughts i'd do a bit of perving on elizia wood, and that other guy in it, i forget his name, but he is pretty damn hot.  not to meantion the eyecandy females wandering around looking vunerable.   good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next.... came sickle.... i cant think of a better way of describing this movie then the opposite of porn trying to have a plot..... it was a plot that was suffocated to death with porn.... i couldnt even watch more than 20 minutes of it.   it was the reason that horny adolecent teens should not have video camera's.  or ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next came darkenss falls.... i totally forgot i had ever watched it, it was a good movie, scary and all, but i had already seen it, so i was quite dissapointeed with my jellie-fied brain meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, i am watching the hellraiser movie as we speak, or type or whatever.   its pretty gruesome.  but unfortunately the only good horror movie i rented.  sad isnt it?  i havent jumped so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think next time i might just rent all the grudge/ring/dark water movies.   Now THERE are some movies that make me squeal like a misrepresented mobster who's only option of not getting the chair is to sing like a canary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i guess i was scared, just not in the way i thought i would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i have dragged out my ol' paintings, you know the ones... no actually you dont know, but you SHOULD know, you uninformed personage.  I have several unfinished huge ass black and white paintings i started back in college.... i was toying with shading in its boldest form.  i was told i was "too namby pamby" with my shading and colors..(hrm could that be attributed to my COLOR BLINDNESS?!?!)  so as a concious objector would do, i went to another extreme... i just havent finished it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i have draged them out and started again, and i am having the most fun ever!  i may even finish one today!   ooooh i am getting all tingly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may even get as creative as to take some pictures and post them... i know i know empty promises, i always do.... but this time it might be different.  you must always have hope little hobbit man...  without hope, dragons with scary cloaked figures will try and eat you..... heh, that would be pretty funny, if, say whoever had the ring from lord of the rings (not elija wood though, he has a career to continue) got eaten by the dragon thingie.... could you imagin lord saragon (or whatever his name is)  waiting behind it with a big pooper scooper and a rubber glove... HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry im really tired, couldnt sleep, clown'll eat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i will chat later yall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-113063937714229793?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/113063937714229793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=113063937714229793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113063937714229793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/113063937714229793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!!!!!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-112996428620605227</id><published>2005-10-22T15:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-22T16:28:06.213+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Dont make me giggle...im full of chocolate!</title><content type='html'>so i went to the royal hobart show today, i saw baby chickens, baby rats, baby guinea pigs, baby piggy pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i patted a baby sheep and was attaked and mugged by a baby goat, saw a baby miniature pony with a miniature afro, a baby cow... a not so baby cow, a baby bogan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate fairy floss, kicked the ATM machine for not working, saw the gayest dogs in the world strutting their stuff for what i can only assume was the title of being the gayest dog in the world (there was hair spray involved, dont ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a show bag that was full of chocolate when i bought it.... now my tummy hurts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that i am glad i went to the gym thismorning, and i wont need dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much sugar, so little time .... and my teeth are starting to hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bounce bounce bounce bounce - that is the sound of me off the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my tummy hurts again but i have this overwhelming urge to finish the bag of crystalized sugar flossie stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah the complications of life - when did it get so complicated?  tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im off to play who wants to be a millionare with my family - its really fun cause they all get really drunk and i win by default!  huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i will fill you in on the nights events tomorow, love ya all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilly pilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-112996428620605227?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/112996428620605227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=112996428620605227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112996428620605227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112996428620605227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-make-me-giggleim-full-of.html' title='Dont make me giggle...im full of chocolate!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-112962916764010746</id><published>2005-10-18T18:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:22:47.646+09:30</updated><title type='text'>10 things i hate about men</title><content type='html'>first, before i start my well deserved rant, i would love to say happy birthday for today/tomorow (depending on which time zone you are residing in....planes not inclusive) to Americajay.  for all who read this blog, this is the person to praise for the fact i even update it... my head of reminding me when i am being lazy-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to that well deserved and overly advertised rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to hear the great cocktail of anti insomniacs lately put into my drink just this friday just gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blood results are back and they go like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flunitrazepam - used for severe insomnia only in last resort cases - causes amnesia especially mixed with alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doxylamine succinate - again for insomnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midazolam hydrochloride - it is commonly used for short general anesthetics proceedures - (usually injected...morons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitrazepam - anti insomniac - transient amnesia, should also not be mixed with alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you dont need a dictionary to figure out that i am never drinking anything not in a sippy cup from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is twice in the last 2 months.  if it wasn't for the fact that i ran into a buddy of mine, i would have stayed out later, and probably ended up someones unconsious biach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to have several blood tests, an ultrasound for my kidneys...(apparently lots of crappy drugs and much much alcohol can make your kidneys go all screwie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i digress from my point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will talk later, hopefully about something more happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x0x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-112962916764010746?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/112962916764010746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=112962916764010746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112962916764010746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112962916764010746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/10/10-things-i-hate-about-men.html' title='10 things i hate about men'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-112874517526511031</id><published>2005-10-08T13:16:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-18T18:43:19.100+09:30</updated><title type='text'>i haven't had a cunt all night, drinkstable!</title><content type='html'>wow.. 2 days drinking surely takes its toll.....of DRUGS!!!! i am quickly running out of panadol.... not to meantion grog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with ma mutha and sista and auntie today, really hungry for some grease, ordered bacon and eggs.... and i couldnt keep the first bite down! it was uber depressing towatch the hungry hoards gobble up my grease! ah well, i hope to be able to eat solids again one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now i just have to keep it up with my empty carbs! (*alcohol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, last night was fun... i saved a girl who O.D'd in the bathroom.... i was the only sober *coughenoughcough* one to climb over the door and unlock it and fireman carry the vomiting unconcious beauty out to the bouncers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorta ruined my night so i left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-112874517526511031?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/112874517526511031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=112874517526511031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112874517526511031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112874517526511031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-havent-had-cunt-all-night.html' title='i haven&apos;t had a cunt all night, drinkstable!'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-112865930436377759</id><published>2005-10-07T13:32:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-07T13:58:24.370+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm turning 21 and there is no excuse for how I am going to behave</title><content type='html'>21!21!21!21!21!21!21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! im turning 21!  in the fine tradition of the ages, i started drinking yesterday....and today, i met a friend for coffee.... coffee being a large ass cup - o - cino, an orange juice and 4 panadol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went and had a few thing waxed....and lets just say your CLEAR for landin'!  a few things tinted and tanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing more refreshing than getting naked infront of someone you have never met, and having them poke and prod... then WAX... pain and hangover, what a mornin!   then there was the tanning.... again pretty much naked....nuthin but my pretty diamonte g-banger.  and now i have pretty tanned lungs.....cough cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was all worth it my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be lookin pretty hot because as soon as i left, i was invited to a party of 4 guys i have never met!  score one for lillypilly!!! woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway im hitting the town tonight and tomorow night and all are invited!  im not organising, its my birthday and i dont have too! just be oot when i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of oot..... i heard the WORST russian accent last night!  it was on smallville...... speaking of smallville Tom Welling is freaking HOT!!!!  i had an argument with the local comic book guy about whether the guy in the superman movie is more ripped then tom..... NEVER!!!!!!   i will never bow to that!  TOM WELLING is the real superman.....(after christopher reeve of course, no one could ever replace christopher reeve in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to mitxpiddlelick or whatever his name was.... worst accent EVER!!!!!  ill tell you what, after i foomble the boel, ill coum down to your cloob and have soooom vudka.  sorry but he should have gone and taken a lesson from the bad guy in xxx.  now THERE was a sexy accent.  i dont care what the hell you look like but if you speak like him, i would do everything to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now speaking of triple x (the good one, not the crappy second one) vin diesel will allways be xxx.... no amount of crappy story plot holes could ever erase him from our memories!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, f-ing hell! he kicked so much ass in the first one, and pretty much took down a russian terrorist group on his little lonesome, then in the second film, how did they pay homage to the greatness?  "oh  he diesd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-112865930436377759?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/112865930436377759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=112865930436377759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112865930436377759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112865930436377759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-turning-21-and-there-is-no-excuse.html' title='I&apos;m turning 21 and there is no excuse for how I am going to behave'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-112790839513586149</id><published>2005-09-28T21:44:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:23:15.140+09:30</updated><title type='text'>ink me up, hon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/lovebirds-bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/200/lovebirds-bg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so impossible for a good lookin, upper classy chick to be taken seriously in a tattoo parlour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my predicament... a friend and I decided we were going to get our tattoo's this weekend. i have wanted my tattoo for a long time and have the design on hand, in fact, its right here!  tada!  my friend wanted a little dragon fly to acompany her chinese symbol and was just happy to choose one at the parlour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what happened to us today was this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tattoo parlour no. 1.   "hi we would like to book for two tattoo's..."&lt;br /&gt;                                       "so what?  you are booking for two?  &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; two?!"&lt;br /&gt;                                       "...erm....yes, that is generally what &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; imply's.....so anyway, my friend would like a dragonfly about 2-3 cm height and width and she is hap"&lt;br /&gt;                                      *&lt;em&gt;interrupts*&lt;/em&gt;"well you might as well ask me to draw a dot on her!"&lt;br /&gt;                                       "i beg your pardon?"&lt;br /&gt;                                        "its way to small, i can't do that detail that small!"&lt;br /&gt;                                        "riiiiiiight, so anyway, i have my own design an..."&lt;br /&gt;                                        *&lt;em&gt;interrupts again* &lt;/em&gt;"well what is it, darls?"&lt;br /&gt;                                        "umm, its two blue birds an"&lt;br /&gt;                                        *&lt;em&gt;interrupts again* &lt;/em&gt;"again i jus cant do that detail so small"&lt;br /&gt;                                        "but i haven't told you the si.... ah forget it, im not going to go to someone&lt;br /&gt;                                        who cannot do simple detail in his art."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tattoo parlour no.2&lt;br /&gt;                                        "hi, we would like to book for two tattoo's"&lt;br /&gt;                                        "you both?"&lt;br /&gt;                                         "....er...yes, that *again* generally means the two of us"&lt;br /&gt;                                         "are you sure? you two dont really seem like the type..."&lt;br /&gt;                                          *give him a funny look*&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;elbows corpulent co-worker* &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;when luv?"&lt;br /&gt;                                         "this saturday if possible"&lt;br /&gt;                                          *&lt;em&gt;without looking at appointment book* &lt;/em&gt;"nah we are fully booked all days for two weeks..."&lt;br /&gt;                                           "then what was the point in asking then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tattoo parlour no 3.        &lt;br /&gt;                                          "its CLOSED?!?, at 2 in the afternoon?  wtf mate?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is how many parlours are in my little quiet not so mountain town.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it, im going to go to melbourne now to get mine, bugger these small minded drug fucked meanies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway on a nicer note, my friend mel has &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; cutest picture on her blog! you may want to check it out @   &lt;a href="http://melodymuffin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://melodymuffin.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya all, blow me kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-112790839513586149?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/112790839513586149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=112790839513586149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112790839513586149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112790839513586149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/09/ink-me-up-hon.html' title='ink me up, hon'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-112781575516395828</id><published>2005-09-27T19:12:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-27T19:39:15.166+09:30</updated><title type='text'>some people got it... and some people after 15 beers think they got it</title><content type='html'>like my heading says... some people got it, and some people after 15 beers think they got it, but really have just got a hold of MY ASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong, i dont mind, i am not like most girlie girls.  but damn.... i have bruises! (and stubble rash but we wont go into that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about that, lets get into scamantics!  i have been contemplating.... and you know what that means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking.... and it hurt...nah just kidding, i was thinking about those scary catholic wankers who go to the funerals of gay teenage boys who have recently died and boycott it by standing outside with picket signs and screaming at the boys family that he is going to suffer in hell for all eternity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking back to that part in the bible that says do not judge others for i will do the judging in heaven.... really this was a way of god saying "hey, by doing my job you are pretty much saying to me that you dont recon im good enough to do it myself, and i am god so SUCK ON THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that they only see what they want to see?  they are stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is how the cookie crumbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilly pilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-112781575516395828?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/112781575516395828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=112781575516395828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112781575516395828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112781575516395828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-people-got-it-and-some-people.html' title='some people got it... and some people after 15 beers think they got it'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-112712935192128111</id><published>2005-09-19T19:36:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:59:11.926+09:30</updated><title type='text'>is the moonshinin' business that lucrative?</title><content type='html'>i must be in the wrong proffession people.  aparently there is money to be made by bootlegging grog.  or so that is what the movie "dukes of hazzard" has lead me to believe...and when has a movie ever led me wrong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i apologise for my rant on thursday, but it was well worth it i tell you.  it felt good i tell you!  and you know how sometimes you rant, and then like a couple of days later you get a pang of guilt and think "oh maybe i was a little harsh..." well i can happily tell you that that is NOT applicable in my situation!  its still just as fubar as it was when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough!  we dont want to dwell on the past now do we? DO WE?!!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i had a nice weekend everyone, how about you?  anyone else lucky enough to be on the recieving end of a spiked drink?  i know i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to put it out there to you guys out there who are thinking that spiking someones drink is going to get you a definate "lay".... WRONG!!!   sooooo very very wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to put forth my argument in the way of a pretty arranged power point presentation, but i think that would be the tacky end of sarcasm, dont you?&lt;br /&gt;so this will have to do for you people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   most females travel in packs of at minimum 2... unless you are planning to drag two unconsious body's home, i really think that you are wasting your time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   i would like to point out that most females arent stupid, for example, if i have only had 3 cruisers in 4 hours and i start having difficulty with speech and mobility, and start feeling like i have downed a bottle of tequila, i am going to excuse myself and get the big ass bouncer who happens to be a really good friend of mine to call me a cab and beat the crap out of any male that comes remotly close to my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  did you try buying a drink for them minus the rowie's? charm will get you everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  did you try asking?  hello!? statistical chances are that there are at least one female in the vicinity that is a willing participant in your sleazy sceme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  two words.... extacy tablets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i have made my very jaded point...jaded because i do not like making a fool of myself.... like passing out in taxi's, walking head on into telephone poles, sending a text message that was meant for my boyfriend, to the really wrong person at 12 at night, ruining a perfectly good pair of shoes...... grrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im off to bed peoples, have a better week than that goat in the first jurrasic park movie... you know, the one in the t-rex pen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-112712935192128111?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/112712935192128111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=112712935192128111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112712935192128111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112712935192128111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/09/is-moonshinin-business-that-lucrative.html' title='is the moonshinin&apos; business that lucrative?'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-112678098462707070</id><published>2005-09-15T19:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:13:04.633+09:30</updated><title type='text'>it puts the lotion on its skin...</title><content type='html'>well some days it just keeps raining shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i awoke thismorning, it was pissing down.  here's how it went down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after waking at 6.00am and having a mental battle with myself for half an hour to get up, "its ok" i told myself "lilly, i know you feel like there is an anvil just waiting to drop on you, but it will be ok, you'll see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HA!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to work to find a rats nest where my work station used to be.  "no worries, i can fix this" i thought, as i dove in an did three times the work i usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later that day, i got a "formal warning"....... "im sorry, but a formal warning for what?" i ask...  the low down, for being sick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and what did you want me to do to correct this exactly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;low down, thats not their problem.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry, but YES it is!  you obviously have a problem with me, you have enough of a problem to issue a warning, but as i can translate it, you don't care how or if i fix it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....aren't bosses just fluffy cuddly caring bundle of sugary goodness?  i know mine is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill skip all the other crappy things that happened and get straight to my dropping a peice of heavy expensive equipment, then being told that if it was broken i would have to "contribute" to replacing it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, thats fine, just worry about the stupid thing, and not the fact that i BROKE A NAIL!!! to most, that may sound a little crappy... but this is ACRYLIC!!! and that means it took half my nail with it.  ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am still smiling and still going strong with my head held high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my vent for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for listenting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-112678098462707070?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/112678098462707070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=112678098462707070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112678098462707070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112678098462707070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-puts-lotion-on-its-skin.html' title='it puts the lotion on its skin...'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15471250.post-112661540954697488</id><published>2005-09-13T21:42:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:13:29.550+09:30</updated><title type='text'>if you've got any PMS, fling it now</title><content type='html'>ow...ow...ow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn pressurised planes....ow...ow...ow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will bet you that most of you out there dont realise that due to the pressurised thingie and stress and such, some unlucky females get their...um...*shifts uncomfotably* ...... ow...ow...ow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not only am i blessed with such a romantic occurence, i am also blessed with (to quote mr. doctor) "a lowered immune system due to great amount of stress that can trigger depression not to meantion that i catch every teeny tiny bug that i come near".  ok, i dummed it down a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough!  enough mister doctor, i banish you!  i banish you and your porche....and your big house....and your clean clothes....and your easily perscribed antibiotics....and other perscription drugs....  *coughjerkcough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forget what i was on about.... damn it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i will announce that i have a bad case of itchy feet.... and by that i do not mean that i have a foot condition....i dont care what my mother told you i do not have a foot condition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means, oh eternally thick one, that the goldfish has outgrown the pond, and has decided it was intended for bigger things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of hitting europe, keeping in mind that like the goldfish, i change my mind every three seconds... which is a myth that i would looove to point out how stuupid it is, but some other time....yup... some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it will probably be next year some time i plan it.... weeeeeeee im getting pretty happy thinking about it, i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now all i have to do is plan...and possibly find someone to come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that is all from me today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to bed for the millionth time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15471250-112661540954697488?l=misslillypilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/feeds/112661540954697488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15471250&amp;postID=112661540954697488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112661540954697488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15471250/posts/default/112661540954697488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslillypilly.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-youve-got-any-pms-fling-it-now.html' title='if you&apos;ve got any PMS, fling it now'/><author><name>Miss Lilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12772379273417179830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/1433/1600/dear%20blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
