Puddy looks positively FREAKY, like she’s on drugs or a zombie or something.

Maybe it’s her evil twin coming out?

For more cat stuff (although possibly not as freaky) visit Sher for Weekend Cat Blogging, Kashim & Othello for the Bad Kitty Cats Festival of Chaos and House Panthers for the Carnival of the Cats.

… are you sure it’s not Friday the 13th today?

The finale of Australia’s Next Top Model airs tonight and I don’t care who wins.

This season has been abysmal. The two finalists are Demelza (the bully) and Alex (the one who had plastic surgery on her lips). I guess out of the two, I’d prefer Alex to win, but a part of me wants to see what would happen if Demelza takes the title, since many businesses have already said they don’t plan to stand behind “a bully” as top model.

I remember watching the episode where the girls went to the Big Apple and Phill said, “They’re in NEW YORK. How is this so BORING?!” and it’s so true - this season has been so boring. The photoshoots have been boring, the girls have been irritating (too young in my opinion) and don’t even get me started on wooden Johdi, the tragic host.

Is anyone planning on watching tonight’s finale?

Anyone actually rooting for one of the girls to win?

This season has been embarrassing. I wonder if Fox 8 will grant it another attempt or cancel it? I think they were hoping for another “Alice” but from the looks of the two finalists, that won’t be happening.

Demelza (L) versus Alex (R)
(The girl in the middle is an eliminated contestant, I can’t remember her name)

Holy crap. Charlotte Dawson just said “shitting bricks” on live television. Phill and I nearly choked on our dinner. That’s probably the first interesting thing that’s happened all season! Now we’re just waiting for her to drop the F-bomb…

As most of you might know, it’s winter over here in Australia and while we don’t get snow or frost, we do feel the cold and get horribly cracked lips, which we take care of with plenty of lip gloss (or in Phill’s case, very manly lip BALM thankyouverymuch!).

This afternoon after I finished work, Phill and I were in the car on our way to the shops when he realised he had left his lip balm at home. He eyed my handbag and asked me if I had some in there.

I dug around and pulled out a lip gloss stick. “Ah, sorry, it’s only a cheap glitter one.”

Phill mustn’t have been paying close attention because he said, “I don’t mind,” without taking his eyes off the road.

I hesitated for a moment, but then my evil side took over and I swiped a generous amount of lip gloss over his bottom lip as he drove.

“More please. Top lip too,” Phill said, smacking his lips together.

Stifling a giggle, I dipped the wand back into the glittery gloss and applied another layer to his top lip.

Finally I coudn’t take it anymore and burst out laughing. Phill took his eyes off the road, looked in the rear-view mirror at his lips and almost screamed. His lips were covered in glitter!

He desperately rubbed at his lips, trying to get all the glitter off, while I nearly died of laughter in the passenger’s seat. After a couple seconds, he stopped rubbing and looked at me. “Is it all gone?”

I bit my lip as I took in his face, which was now completely covered in glitter from his nose to his chin. Phill saw my expression, looked in the mirror and freaked out.

I promised I would get it off so we parked and I brushed his face to remove as many glitter flecks as I could. Then we went into the shops, with Phill still sparkling a little whenever the sun hit his face. He’s going to absolutely kill me for sharing this story, but how could I not? I still giggle thinking about his expression and all that glitter.

If only I’d had my camera within reach…

I spent an hour yesterday cleaning out my Bloglines list. I had a few hundred blogs in my roll and to be honest, I was getting sick of having to sift through rubbish to find the blogs I really enjoy. So I had a major clean-up and deleted about a hundred blogs from my feed.

I was pretty mean, but it was necessary or I’d never be able to delete them. What can I say? It’s hard to let go. Instant deletes were blogs that hadn’t been updated more than once or twice in the last month and blogs that didn’t publish a full feed. Then, for the remaining blogs that were on the fence, I skimmed over the posts that had been made within the past month and if they didn’t keep my interest, I deleted them too. Blogs with too many posts with no substance went. Blogs with photos that didn’t show up in Bloglines went. Blogs whose posts consisted of regurgitated internet crap and no real unique posts went.

Delete.

Delete.

Delete.

You know what? It felt refreshing.

I think everyone needs a good clean out sometimes, even if it’s hard to let go. My blog list was getting ridiculous and I was hanging onto blogs that I’d stopped reading quite some time ago. For the last month or so, I’d been clicking on recently updated blogs simply to mark them as read - in the time it took for the first photo to load, I’d become bored and clicked onto the next one.

Then there are the gems. My favourites. The blogs I read every day and look forward to reading. The blogs that make me smile, make me laugh, make me cry. There are a lot of those and I enjoy them so much.

It made me wonder though - am I being deleted right at this moment by someone else?

My posts aren’t fantastic. I’m not witty or photogenic. I’m not popular or averaging hundreds of comments on every post (hell I’m not even averaging ten!). I’m not controversial or famous. Am I being deleted?

And the bigger question: Should I care?

I started blogging because I wanted to write for me. That turned into blogging for you. Now it’s back to blogging for me, but even as I write this, I can’t help but think that maybe I should add in a funny photo or something in case nobody wants to read my words. Now if that isn’t selling out, I don’t know what is.

Maybe I should be aiming to blog for us?

I guess I’m not really saying much at all in this post, even though my fingers are flying over the keys. I’m blabbering, I know. Maybe someone else has been thinking this too? Are statistics everything? Should I be aiming to post at least once a day? Should I cry myself a river if nobody comments on my blog?

Or should I just get over it?

I think I’m just having a crappy day. I found out my annual leave is gone because of my six weeks prac. I’m broke, yet for the past six weeks I’ve been working my ass off seven days a week. How does that work? That friggin’ sucks.

I really should stop typing now. Should I hit the delete or the publish button?

How about I close my eyes, grab the mouse and just click…

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*Dad, just clarifying that it’s the drink Coke, not the drug. I promise.