Centrewank...

I had a woman ask me a touch accusingly at Centrelink yesterday:

"Isn't there a CURE for endometriosis?"

"No. No there isn't. There are treatments but it's largely trial and error."

I had to explain to her how I was in pain every day, that I couldn't go traipsing around looking for work on foot. She said to me that I should apply for disability. I don't even know if I'll get it, so I'm really scared.

It was just an AWFUL experience. I could tell she didn't think there was anything wrong with me. She didn't see me nearly fall over when the stress combined with the pain and made me nearly miss a step outside the building. Thank God Paul was there for me to lean on in that moment. I was crying and miserable. I would have been sad for the rest of the day if he hadn't have been there to cheer me up.

We went for a walk around Fremantle, as long as I could manage. Looked at nice clothes, and a jewellry shop with stones and gems and shells and things. Then I directed him to my favourite beaches, went to the shell beach, haven't taken him to the Lorenz Beach where my family go swimming. Got a RIDICULOUS amount of FANTASTIC shells, God, I was spazzing. I was like, "AARGH! WE don't HAS A BUCKET!"

So Paul took his shirt off and used that as a bag to carry all the shells we were finding. :) He so sweet. We were on the beach for ages trawling for shells. Found some really good ones too! I've laid them all out on a prepped canvas and when the camera is charged, I'll take pictures of them for you all. The range of shells is fantastic!

I'm sore and tired. On codeine every day now. Spotted this morning. Sometimes I get so tired waiting for the next treatment not to work.

Thank God they don't have opposable thumbs!

Rogue is locked in my room for a while because she's being naughty. The doorknobs of our doors are at about shoulder height on a person about 5'6". So, about 150 cm or so from the floor. They are round noisy old knobs from the 20s. They rattle when you grab them.

At the moment, the doorknob on the door to my room is rattling. This is because Rogue wants to come out, and knows what doorknobs are for.

I swear to God, when humans destroy themselves, it'll be the cats that inherit the world.

Everyone's A Racist?

Was reading that little argument here. I've heard that one a lot from people who are accused of being racist.

Now, I have a really hard time with that argument. Cause I honestly don't think I'm racist. I'm definitely ignorant of some cultures, but I'm very eager to learn about other people's ways of doing things, I find it all very enriching and wonderful. I may have certain prejudices, but they're most certainly not based on race.

So what do you think about that argument? I'd like to know.

That's a big twinkie.

Oh MY GOD. I just had my first bite of a twinkie!! They're selling them in this gorgeous little confectioner's in Fremantle next to Jafreezi (sp?!) and near The Pickled Fairy. Lots of American candy there, actually!

Anyway, video of me and my brother and the twinkie:

Nacey SMASH!

Feminist rage? Let me show you it!

Someone thinking they're being snarky and cool about post-war women, puts a coffee pot into the hands of our dear Rosie the Riveter.

Hence, I want to break shit. Somehow, I don't think the 'artist' realises the implications of their piece. D:<

ETA: My brother cracks my shit up! He said, "HAhaha! Why didn't they just get a bag of sand and stuff it in your vagina?!" He was laughing at them, not me, by the way. I can see the funny in my hair-trigger feminist rage, thankfully. LOL!