All I'm hearing is *twitter*twitter*twitter*

Honestly, between myspace, facebook, hotmail, twitter... *sigh*

I feel we're doubling up here a little... oui? Non? Interested to hear YOUR thoughts on the matter.

I deleted my myspace account many moons ago... it seemed an obsolete concept once facebook came along.

Obviously I will keep my hotmail account for professional reasons, i.e. emailing my real estate agent when I need my rent debit to be postponed.

I like having my facebook account as it seems to fulfil that virtual social network which I believe was the intention of it's creation. And you get to see people's photo albums which is great.

But... I can't wrap my head around twitter. Can you not twitter your thoughts throughout the day (if you were so inclined) on facebook via your 'status updates'?

As I said, interested to hear your thoughts on that one.

Oops... that last post must have been a little too verbose for my readers... sorry. Not one of you proposed what you would have done in my situation - boo hoo!!! *Miss Brisbane throws a few rotten tomatoes and lettuces at the computer screen for dramatic effect* - but I forgive you for your shortcomings because I know time is short for us all and it's a crazy, loco planet we live on. :)

Basically, I called the cops to notify them of what I had seen and to make them aware of the situation. So I can now officially add "Informant" to my list of past active duty. A lady and a man police-person came around to their house about 45 minutes after I'd made the call and from what I could see (no serious neck injuries were sustained by me from all the peeping and spying), the police were obviously satisfied with what they found as they left after no later than 5 minutes. I HOPE that they might have said some kind of comment to the parents though, like "Please don't lock your child out of the house in the dark at 10 at night," or perhaps maybe even words to the effect of "Might not be a good idea to drive off and leave your crying child on the footpath, unattended by any other adult figures in the house." Fingers crossed hey? Things seem to have mellowed out a little in their household since then anyway. So that is good and fills me with relief. I hope nothing dodgy is going on behind closed doors.

Anyway, I knew you were all wanting to find out the conclusion so, yeah... :)

Have a lovely evening. I've just popped home from the nursing home where my beautiful 80 year old grandmother is currently laying in a bed, morphined up to the eyeballs after experiencing quite a big stroke yesterday. Each stolen breath could be her last one and we force ourselves to stop watching the rise and fall of her chest, expecting that either the rise or the fall won't come the next time around. The woman must have a strong heart though because she's still here with us. Anyway, I must now return to the anxious vigil my family is keeping at her bedside.

Savour and enjoy each day as though it was your last - cliché for a reason people.

x

The sad little boy across the road...

I got home from having dinner on Monday night and the little kid across the road (5 years old???) was standing out the front of his house's front door howling out loud with tears and crying and all manner of pleas to his Mum and Dad to let him in. I went to my front verandah (sheepishly peeping out with one eye from inside the door) to see what all the hullabaloo was about. It was 9.30 at night. It was dark. I'm not a parent but I've got a pretty good idea that a kid can push you to do things and make you stir-crazy. BUT, if the parents were punishing/disciplining the child for ill-behaviour (and actually I couldn't even be certain that that was what the actual motivation was of theirs for what I was witnessing) then isn't keeping a child locked out of the house in the dark while he pleads to be let in, something that falls into the mental abuse category??? I would be so interested to hear from Mums and Dads about what their opinions are of this. This went on for half an hour before they let the boy into the house. I don't know how long it had been going on for BEFORE I got home.

Fast forward 3 days later to Thursday afternoon, around midday. Same deal as above. This time it's a bloody HOT day, the sun is out in full force and there is NO SHADE in their front yard. All of a sudden the Mum and Dad come out to the front yard, IGNORING the boy, hop into their mustard yellow Porsche-looking car (probably isn't a Porsche because I have no idea about cars) and whilst he's standing in his front yard wailing with tears, they just DRIVE OFF AND LEAVE HIM THERE ON THE FOOTPATH. I'm getting bothered right now just reliving all of this because it consumed a good few hours of my afternoon and I'm not saying that in a way that makes me sound precious like my day was interrupted, but in a way where I was emotionally drawn into being really concerned for this little boy and whether or not he was OK. And concerned about what the hell his parents were doing. And where they were going. And for how long they were going.

So I go out to my balcony and in a caring way yell out to him "Little boy? Are you OK?" He was a little stunned I think that a stranger was taking notice and trying to communicate to him. I said, continuing on in a soft, inquisitive voice, "Was that your Mummy and Daddy that just drove away?" "Ye-es," he said, nodding. I said, "Where are they going?" and he responded with words that I found impossible to understand because he was sobbing simultaneously and it was a windy day so that always hampers the ole' hearing ability. I asked, "Is there anyone at home with you?" No, he motioned. Not knowing whether I should physically get myself involved - I didn't think that that would actually be a good idea - but wanting to keep an eye on this boy, I said, "Maybe go back inside the house and wait for Mummy and Daddy to come home." Just as I said that, the mustard yellow car comes cruising back down the street so I retreated back inside my house and kept view from a distance. I couldn't understand the exact language that was being spoken... some kind of African dialect however, so I can't vouch for what was said exactly, only what I saw. But the boy was basically motioning that he wanted to hop into the car with his parents but there was no body language from his parents that this was going to happen. Instead, I saw the parents throw a set of (presumably) house keys at the boy from inside the car, which landed on the ground. They didn't pass the keys to the boy, they threw them at him and he ran to the ground to pick them up. The parents then drove off again, leaving the child once again, standing solitary on the sidewalk, crying. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I re-emerged onto my verandah and tried to calm him, but trying to figure out at the same time what I should do. If there really was no adult figure in the house, was that just OK that he'd been left there on his own? Should I go over there and put him back inside his house? Should I go over and get him to come and sit in my front yard? I didn't want to involve myself in any altercations or confrontations with his parents, but my heart was breaking at how I saw him being treated. Just as I was having this moral quandary, seeking advice from my quieter-souled-boyfriend as to what to do, the mustard yellow car returned once again, this time without the Mother in the car. Perhaps she'd been dropped off somewhere? Not sure, but she did actually walk back down the street about 5 minutes later. That was bizarre in itself. At this time, the parents went back inside the house, closed the front door and the boy continued to be locked out.

What would you have done??? I'm interested to hear people's responses before I go any further...

Thankssssssssss!

Paying the bills

I guess before we get too far into blog proceedings, I should make a note here for existing and future readers, that from time to time, I dabble in the escort industry here in Brisbane. There! I said it! Phewwww the relief! *big expellation of air*

Whilst my background was working in the corporate arena for the first 13 years of my working life before I ventured into the escort arena, I never ever thought at any time in my life that I would ever dip my toes into the water as an escort. The thought just simply - Did. Not. Enter. My. Head. But one day it did enter my head. And one day I did dip my toe in the water and I have been lightly splashing it around in there for the past 2 years on and off, when finances required/motivated me to do so.

I guess I only really just wanted to get that out. I don't really feel like elaborating any further than that today. Although I hope that I haven't offended too many people and that if I have, I perhaps ask *nicely* that you try and walk in someone elses' shoes just a little before having too harsh an opinion. The escorts that work in the escort industry, together with the clients who see the escorts, are, just like life and all human beings in it, not black and white but all of the lovely and horrible deep tones of grey in between. So many stories, so many backgrounds, so many... everything. Hmmm. That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. *Miss Brisbane shrugs shoulders with delight*

Today is a fucking beeEEEEEEAUTIFUL DAY! I for one am cleaning up my resumé for my 9-5 job, doing some housework/spring-cleaning and will be off to a girlfriend's house for dinner early this evening which I am very much looking forward to. We are going all low-key this evening - I am bringing a barbecued dead chook from Woolworths and a bottle of Pink champagne, another girlfriend is bringing another bottle of champagne and the girlfriend who is hosting will be providing dessert. It will be uber-lovely and I cannot wait as my girlfriend time is up there as one of the most important things to me. Despite having a man in my life, he does not take up the whole picture even though he is a very important part of the whole picture.

Hmmm. Yes, I feel good. :)

I think there is something seriously wrong with me

I must make an appointment with the doctor to get a referral to some kind of psych person. I THINK I'm firing on all cylinders but sometimes not so much. The last time I washed my hair was 6 days ago and even then, I didn't actually wash it, the guy at the hair salon did. I have been putting off and putting off washing my hair because it takes so god damn long to actually do. Holding your hands up like that to wash the amount of hair I have is draining to me - emotionally more than physically too mind you which I think is even worse. *sigh* I can't put it off any longer though as I'm starting to move into that homeless-person-festy-hair arena which will make me feel even more shit. It's a vicious, vicious cycle. The itchiness and dandruff is starting to really bug me now and more to the point, I'm bugged as to WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I WASH MY HAIR EVERY 2 DAYS LIKE A NORMAL PERSON? Being AWARE of my eccentricities is really stressful. Perhaps a professional psych person will be able to shed some light on the situation for me. And give me a prescription for a magic pill. I know though that they will tell me to stop drinking (which is only occassionally mind) and to start exercising. Oh god, there ARE other issues going on in my life which I have issues with, but for today, that is a small little snapshot into the one of many.

My boyfriend and I are meeting up with an out-of-town couple/friends this evening so I can't procrastinate any longer about hopping into the shower and washing my hair. There is also the issue of the hair on other parts of my body - legs... bikini line... chin... underarms... moustache (yes, I'm a chick). Why oh WHY is it SO god damn time consuming being a woman? It's all so high maintenance and time consuming and no wonder I never have time to clean the house like I've been saying I would for the past hmmm 4 years. I find it all very overwhelming. I'm going to miss Australian Idol tonight too... I think I'm going to have a really fucking nice glass of cold fizzy champagne or 3 this evening when I meet up with my friends. I can hardly wait for those glorious little bubbles to make their way up to my head and de-fuzz all the madness and frenzy. *bliss*

I had red wine yesterday and it sent me unusually loco at my boyfriend. Although I think I'm a tad loopy, my boyfriend is the one person who I avoid being crazy AT, he is my little peaceful nirvana in this mad, mad world, but that line of thought seemed to go off the radar yesterday arvo. Nothing bad mind you, he just wouldn't agree to re-constructing a pool table under the house when I wanted him to, on the way home from my Father's Day outing, after my sole consumption of a bottle of Cab Sav. I thought it was an amazing idea to spend the rest of the Sunday afternoon together just hanging out and playing pool and drinking and listening to some great music. Drowning out those Sunday afternoon blues of the week of work ahead, you know? Instead, I opened up bottle of red wine numero deux and confused myself with thoughts about how perhaps it would be better if we didn't live together any more and bla bla bla - the thought of which 3 hours later after I'd simmered back down to normalville sounded all completely neurotic and ridiculously over the top. Am I bipolar? I don't know. A few hours thereon, after I'd gotten over myself, we did end up having some great sex later in the evening, a LOT more wilder than usual as I have actually been on his case to get out of his little comfort zone when it comes to all things sensual and physical in the bedroom. All of a sudden he was using his hands in a wonderfully manly, strong and purposeful way as opposed to the fish-weak way he usually does, which never gets me turned on. So, it was amazing.

Anyway, got to go and do that hair.

Reading other blogs

I'm putting this question out there... and hoping that someone in that echoing dark hollow of cyberspace will respond! Can someone please give me a tip as to how I search what other blogs are on blogger.com? Is the blogsearch function the only way, as I just find when the results come up they're just a tad willy nilly and hard to read.

By the by, bloody fab day weather-wise in Brisbane today. Too bad I'm feeling extremely UNMOTIVATED to actually get out there and live my life actually IN the sunshine, rather than sitting back and just WATCHING the sunshine. Ouch... that was a little deep for a Monday morning. On that note I'm going to go and eat all of the left over Jaffas from my weekend of DVD watching on the couch.

Hmmm... *Miss Brisbane wonders off to continue her search for interesting blog reading whilst eating Jaffas*

*** EDIT at 3.29pm - I worked it out... you fill in the "Interests" section in your profile and you can then click on the interests thereafter and it will open up a page list of bloggers who also have that particular interest written in their profile also. None of that probably makes sense to anyone reading it but, yeah, that's how it works. *sigh*

All bright and new and shiny and happy

It's like a little new born baby, isn't it? The first post of a blog that is. It's like you're scared to sit down and actually put your fingers to the keyboard because you just don't want anything shit to come out on the screen - you want to make an impression right from the get-go to the legions of new invisible readers - the pressure is immense! I've just re-read what I've written so far and I think... I think I'm gonna be OK. *fingers crossed* All of this is said very tongue in cheek mind you... kind of. Ha!

When I decided yesterday, after reading a girl's blog and being inspired by said blog to write my own blog, a nervousness came over and pervaded me for a good couple of hours. Because when there is nothing between you and honesty but the intermittent tap tap tap of the keyboard, you're stripped bare people! You can hide, but you're only hiding from yourself so what would be the point? So if we're going to get all psychology and stuff, judging from the morsels which I've only just written (I prefer "written" as opposed to "typed") one could possibly deduce that I use a mechanism of sarcasm and and humour to ease my uncomfortableness when nervous. That's a good thing I guess. I also procrastinate like there is no tomorrow. But I'm pretty sure there WILL be a tomorrow, umm, tomorrow, so the fact that I actually sat down and created this blog is a huge feat and not to be taken with a grain of salt.

OK, well, it's late'ish and tomorrow is Father's Day so I'm going to head off to sleep and come back with a tad more interesting fodder for viewing, tomorrow. Not that I'm a Father but I do HAVE a Father and the required visitation of said Father requires me to wake up early in the morning, i.e. around 9am. Oh! Happy Father's Day to all of the Dad's out there - if you've been a good one that is. Or even if you've tried to be a good one. I dedicate this post to you.

I truely hope you have enjoyed instalment number 1.