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(no subject)	[Jan. 31st, 2007\|04:21 pm]

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stage three...	[Dec. 13th, 2006\|09:27 am]
Giesha . . . so sore..... but so blissed out... I managed to sit for 3 and a half hours and then it was all over. I starting bleeding heaps coz my body couldn't take it anymore. I have one more session to go and then she is all finished. I love her. Josh Roelink is amazing. www.tatudharma.com
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pictures....	[Sep. 28th, 2006\|09:22 am]
Ahha. Finally. Now will someone please teach me how to use a cut so it doesn't clog up your friends page? sx
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(no subject)	[Sep. 26th, 2006\|04:27 pm]
grrr just as soon as I figure out how to post proper photos I'll be able to take off these damn adverts. It's been a long time since I was here, but do tell me what you think of stage one of my new tattoo... xxx
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Brand New Ink...	[Sep. 26th, 2006\|04:25 pm]
http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&disp=inline&attid=0.1&th=10de8b138d1e2c22
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(no subject)	[May. 2nd, 2006\|12:33 pm]
I'm all moved and I love my house... its so big and roomy. Plenty of space for our big dyke family. But- I've been too busy to enjoy it yet and GF has started her new position within her company so she's a very important big wig and has to work and 24-7 12 shift rotating roster. Looks like I'll be spending a lot of cold nights alone. Crap. It's actually interesting spending so much time by myself, I haven't decided whether I like it yet. It's been a long time, and its fascinating reacquainting myself with myself. If that makes sense... "oh Stephanie, how are you? It's been SUCH a long time, hows your RSI?" I like to avoid such conversations with myself normally, so I instead I have been listening to a lot of music and reading anything from the back of cereal packs to the Daily Telegraph (the paper's best use is emergency toilet tissue.) I think I'll start writing again. Otherwise the only alternative is to watch Big Brother and I don't think I could possibly allow myself to become addicted. I'm convinced that shit burns your brain better than.. erm ice, maybe. And I think I've lost enough little brain people as it is. I have to go back to work, so more later. I haven't found an internet cafe in my new suburb yet, but I want to go exploring on the weekend. x
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(no subject)	[Apr. 25th, 2006\|01:46 pm]
God, life has been crazy. Good crazy. Last Saturday I watched my childhood buddy get shackled. That was a bit tough. I'm not even sure why. (Before you get excited, I mean shackled as in chained. Hitched. Married.) GF and I went to Canberra for the wedding. Was good to get away for a few days. And see all the old faces. I'm loving my job at the moment. I should, because I've only been there two weeks. My boss' PA is going overseas in a month or so and already they are training me to take over her job. I'm really happy with that. Six months ago, I never thought I could do something like this, and although I'm finding it really easy, it gives me a little more confidence in my abilities. I guess it makes me realise that I CAN do what I want, if I set my mind to it. Most exciting of all, we are moving on Friday!! The house is almost packed up and ready to go, and I can hardly wait! I'm already planning the dinner parties. Our house is so huge. And my new kitchen... I can't wait to do some barefoot cooking. :) mmmm. my love affair with Live Journal is dwindling. What idiot said "distance makes the heart grow fonder..."? Bothers me a little, because LJ and I have to set certain dates and times to spend together... Where is the excitement - the spontaneity? LJ - I promise I won't forget you.
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my life a corporate receptionist....	[Apr. 15th, 2006\|11:52 am]
so... work is going really well. It's more complicated than a standard reception job - I thought that shit was easy... I have a lot more duties than just typing and answering the telephone. But company policy says I cant talk about it. :\| In the morning, about 8am, I have to stop by the post office to pick up the mail. It's basically a huge room filled with wall to wall post office boxes. When I arrive, there are lots of little corporate receptionists in their little skirts and perfectly placed hair. Makes me think of a girls locker room for grown up women. I like it. :) Some totter on their spike heels to their boxes, chattering loudly to each other and others (like me) are still in their sensible gym shoes, quickly collecting the mail and getting out of there with minimal contact. I never had the pleasure of using a locker room when I was a kid, so I'm making the most of my fantasy. That is probably the only time I have during to day to dream. I'm so bloody busy. Learning systems, learning every-ones name, (a major job, there is like 50 people in the office) and learning how to fill the photocopier and printers. (Also a major feat.) :) So I'm a little stressed, because I have to know everything RIGHT NOW and I have to be PERFECT. Yeah. I'm that sort of person. My trainer is a sweet little thing, she's very patient with me. On the third day of my job, one of the girls came out to my desk, where my trainer and I were deep in conversation (work related) and brightly inquired, "so Steph, do you have a boyfriend"" I looked at her a little blankly and replied, "oh no, I don't." I was horrified to see her expression change from inquisitive to pitying in a split second. "Mmm, I definitely don't have a boyfriend." I added, hoping that my voice conveyed both an I-don't-care-don't-worry and please-dont-ask-any-more-questions attitude. No such luck. "oh so you just aren't interested?" she pressed. "No I'm really not." - smiling sweetly. Then my trainer interjects with the brilliantly blunt "oh so do you have a girlfriend then?" Oh my god. Of course I blushed furiously and admitted that I was indeed a lesbian, but fuck, I wasn't happy about it. I've waltzed in to too many jobs announcing to the world I'm a big fat dyke and regretted it later. I mean, if I wasn't a lesbian, I would go up to my colleagues and introduce myself "Hi my name is Stephanie and I'm a raging heterosexual." I had decided that I was going to try and hold on to any scrap on extra information about me in order to appear mysterious. HA! Lasted two days. I'm in an internet cafe, and desperate to pee, so maybe more later. xxx
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(no subject)

[Apr. 7th, 2006|01:26 pm]

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I love my girlfriend.

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[Apr. 7th, 2006|12:43 pm]

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This will probably be my last entry in a little while, because I'm not sure that I'll be able to log on to Livejournal at my new work. I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll have to behave myself.

I promise myself this won't become like my other half filled journals cluttering the house - I will endeavour to spend some time on the weekends documenting my life. I have to write about the upcoming lesbian strip show, that's for sure, and where else will I get the opportunity to publish explicit details of my sex life?

The boys and I are going to the James Squire Brewery after work today to celebrate my departure. GF is joining us too. I'm going to miss my German boys. My boss said he is coming in to say goodbye but I strongly doubt it. I'm glad to be leaving this company I really am. I reckon he is the worst boss I have ever had. Actually, no, he runs a close second to the ugly, fat, controlling, miserable lesbian I worked for. Ugh. She was a terror. She "banned" my girlfriend from visiting because GF "distracted" me from my work and was rude to all the customers (mainly lesbians) I made friends with, because she wanted to be my only lesbian friend.

Ooh I learnt a lot there. NEVER work for lesbians. Gets way too messy.

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(no subject)

[Apr. 6th, 2006|11:22 am]

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OK, update time. I've been very quiet I know. I tend to resort to silence when I'm a bit stressed - its helps my thinking and I can focus easier. I can also be a bit sulky. My ex girlfriends would assent to that. Ho hum. And my girlfriend.

But today, I am finally able to open my mouth.

Last Monday, my boss announced to us that the company I work for is closing down. We were given a weeks notice. Things haven't been going well for some time and so I was kinda expecting it. Luckily I had already dusted off my resume, bought a suit, scraped back my hair and hit the pavement. (Well, actually, I didn't exactly hit the pavement, I just spammed recruitment companies with my pleas for work.)

But shit, I wasn't really trying that hard. Then, my boss dropped his little bomb. And I really wanted to be all cashed up for the lesbian strip show that is scheduled for the Easter long weekend.

(Thank you to all the lovely girls at Gurlesque - you really make the catholic holiday a little more interesting)

So, I attended an interview yesterday with a recruitment company and they thought that I was perfect for a particular reception role, based in the CBD. My, - I guess you would call him a case manager, - rang the company directly after the interview and arranged a meeting with their director for the following morning.

I've just arrived back from that. We spoke for about 40 min, I met with a few other employees, and I was offered the job. JOY!!! I finish up here on Friday, and I start on Monday.

GF is over the moon, and taking me for dinner to celebrate. I am delighted I have a job to go to, and I'm more than a little bit relieved.

Other news, going to Yum Cha on Saturday... I love Yum Cha. I always make a disgusting mess of the table, and end up very ashamed of myself, but I'll endure the humiliation of inept chopstick maneuvering for pork buns. Mmmmm. Pork Buns.

Now I have to clean out my computer and make it presentable for the next person that eventually uses it.

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(no subject)	[Apr. 3rd, 2006\|11:47 am]

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[Mar. 31st, 2006|12:22 pm]

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I just have to say, I first saw Kate Moennig in Law and Order. She plays a transgender. This is one of my favourite pictures of her. She's real purty.

(LOOK)

I don't like The L Word anymore.

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[Mar. 29th, 2006|09:16 am]

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GF pointed out last night that I had just published that I am engaging in unsafe sex. Never thought of that.

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[Mar. 28th, 2006|10:21 am]

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My fabulous immune system has packed up and fucked off. Crap. I don't know how I could possibly have the flu, but I do. And I'm at work, frightening everyone with my hacking cough and constant nose blowing. And if that's not enough, I'm bleeding everywhere. Just when my poor little body needs all the blood it can get, my uterus has exploded. Sheez. I love being a chick, and wouldn't trade my bits for anything (real penises are so aesthetically unpleasing - even the damn word is ugly looking) but sometimes, I would like my ovaries to shrivel up into little pieces of leather. It hurts, goddammit!

I think what will help me is a good fucking. I need to change the bed sheets later anyway. Red on white is so sexy. GF will surely oblige - she loves the taste of blood. I have to admit, I was a little funny about being fucked while bleeding at first, I was very shy and scared that it didn't look, taste, feel good... I'm over that now. I love blood so much anyway, so what's the difference?

It was New Years Eve and GF and I had just starting fucking. We went to Cube. Where else if you are in Canberra? I can't remember what we took, but it was really good. Pills I guess. We didn't get back to my shed until early that morning, and of course, coming down and horny, we fell into my bed. I think those pills must have been a bit smacky or something, cos I was really high, but completely relaxed at the same time. Anyway, GF snakes between my legs after strapping on and giving me a really hard going over. She's eating my cunt, and I'm almost on the roof it's that fucking good. After a while, I look down and there is blood dribbling down her chin. This terrifies me - I'm not supposed to be bleeding, not for another week. I have flashes of thought - she is a vampire, shes fucking me with her teeth, she's drinking my blood, she's fucked me so hard I'm bleeding all over her hand. Then, I ejaculate. For the first time. All over her face.

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(no subject)

[Mar. 23rd, 2006|02:57 pm]

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I'm so fucking angry. The sort of anger that rises up like some sort of acid vomit and threatens to choke you. The sort of rage when all you can focus on is the desire to permanently damage the source of your frustration and anything else in your path. I'm that angry. It doesn't matter that it seems totally irrational, it isn't, because I own it. Something has provoked me.

I know that eventually I'll calm down and by tomorrow I would have probably forgotten about my moment of passion, so it's not going to matter. But, right now, tomorrow seems very far away and I'm still mad.

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[Mar. 20th, 2006|09:13 am]

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Signing a lease tomorrow. :)

GF and I are officially packing up and moving to the 'burbs. *Crap* Well, actually I'm fine with it, although it will be devastating to leave all the little lesbian sly foxatarians. (hope my sarcasm is evident..?)

I can't wait. We are moving to Earlwood, which is only 10 minutes further out than Marrickville. GF is experiencing frequent panic attacks, because she has lived 5 minutes away from the ghetto for the past 18 years. I think she suspects perhaps I have a hidden agenda, dragging her out to the sticks... But, she needn't worry, there are too many witnesses, uh, I mean neighbours.

Earlwood. I know, it's the suburbs, fuck, it's almost the shire but with the family we have its one of the few options. Flats or apartments are out, the three kids would go mental, and imagine smuggling them in an elevator .... Semis and townhouses are also out, no privacy, and the kids make way too much noise. The courtyards are about the size of a large box anyway. If in the Newtown area, you are lucky enough to find a house that's livable, expect to pay oh, around the $480 - $500 mark. Much too expensive for the likes of me.

So, off we go, to rapidly degenerate into those horrible suburban lesbians nightmares are made of. The kind that are in bed by eight o'çlock, unless of course, their favourite soapie airs before then. The kind that have lost any sense of self, because, for some strange inexplicable reason, they woke up one morning joined at the hip by an unsightly flap of pallid flesh, the kind with darting eyes, the kind that talk to the wall or any other inanimate object, because the only alternative company was their better half...

It's such a great house. I can't wait to move in. Even if it does turn into an amityville horror, it will make for exciting LJ entries. ; )

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(no subject)

[Mar. 17th, 2006|09:15 am]

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Tomrrow I am going to my first rally....
Rally & March on 3rd Anniversary of Invasion of Iraq
I feel very political.

I'm still smoking.

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(no subject)

[Mar. 16th, 2006|03:37 pm]

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Just changed my defult pic. I look about 12 in this shot. Calling all pedophiles! Camera phone, about three weeks ago.

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(no subject)

[Mar. 14th, 2006|11:24 am]

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I don't know how much longer I can take this rejection!!! Another house lost to high income, mercedes driving, cocktail drinking breeders. AGHHH. Beauty of this is, I know my frustration won't last forever, and eventually the house that I'm meant to live in will suddenly materialise. Magic Happens. BAH! Shit Happens. Magic Sure as Shit Doesn't. I wish I was in touch with the universe. Maybe I'll ask them to send me a text message.

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