Old enough to know better.

Disclaimer: I did not commit this act of senseless vandalism. I did however laugh uproariously and take a photo.

The ladies toilet, Palace Hotel, Kalgoorlie.
19 Dec 2010, 2.24am.

I feel better now. You may consider the subject closed.

Making the most of it?

So I'm still here.

Settling in to a routine has been fairly easy, truth be told. I go to work five days a week, I buy my groceries and pay my Mama rent (when I remember). I hit the town on the weekends with my small but developing group of friends and stay out way too late (seriously, last weekend we only left the club when we saw that the sun was coming up). I have discovered the local library which has been fun in an essentially nerdy way.

Marshall and I resumed our 'thing' a month ago. He had been struggling with being in Kalgoorlie, away from his close knit family and had been preparing to toss the whole thing in and go home to Perth. Suffice to say, he decided to stay and subsequently decided that he wanted me to be a part of his life. Unfortunately he then decided, without letting me on in the decision, that he no longer wanted me to be a part of his life and all communication has since ceased. Tiresome in the extreme.

I haven't had a great deal of luck improving my job prospects. Jobs come up, I apply for them and that's where it ends. Frankly, I'm getting sick of seeing jobs I've applied for and could do really rather well being re advertised.

And that's it.

Something tells me I'm not making the most of being here.