Do forgive my absence, after such terrible news one needed to take a little break. Take it easy, give oneself a chance to grieve and heal.
So I'm back (from outer space), with that same delightful smile plastered across my face. And maybe, just maybe, I've been austere.
Not the prettiest of words.
Last week I found out that a dear friend of mine in England committed suicide.
This brings the total number of my friends that have taken their own life this year, to three.
I'm deeply unhappy: numb, with brief periods of tears.
On a side note I managing to keep Austere.
But really, my little money problems pale into insignificance.
Hi, my name is LaQuisha and I'm a shopoholic,
As you may have gathered all of my accounts are back in the black. I still have some ever-so-delightful tax bills to address, but let's put that to one side for now. There's cash again and I want to spend.
Following my own suggestion, this mornings walk to work included a stop at the "New World" supermarket to buy some milk and some muesli - because I can never face breakfast first thing, and having some supplies at the office will help me not to spend at a cafe.
As I approached the supermarket my mind started humming with extra little treats that could be mine. Silly things, like: baby wipes, 1 million denier pantyhose, sushi, fizzy pop.
Come to think of it, even before I left the house I was dreaming of driving the illegal wagon down and paying for a parking building.
When will the madness end!
In any event a dear friend shouted me lunch (actually - he did owe me one), and my biggest spurge was on a couple of bottles of blue sugar drink which I so adore.
That is all.
PS I've talked with the tax department and organized a little repayment plan with them.
Bonjour la darlings,
The good news it that an invoice was paid. The bad news is that I immediately brought fast-food and took taxis.
I fear I am entering the most trying period of Austerity Measures, that is to say - it's quite easy to not spend when the coffers are empty, it's quite another thing to exercise self control.
And exercise it I must, I feel to do otherwise would be a betrayal of the many kindnesses that friends have given me over the last 25 days.
So I ask you - what are your tips for maintaining financial self control?
Here's another fun and free activity. Watching New Zealand score it's first goal in FIFA soccer world cup.
Rarely, nay never, do I have the urge to go though the day saying "Did you see the game last night!" But today is a first.
Now usually my mental experience of sport is that of static. You know the buzzing fuzz you get on a television when it is tuned between stations. That's what happens in my mind when I try and focus on any kind of sport. I've never seen the point, I mean it's the same game every time.
That all changed last night at T & C's house last night.
I was lured up with the promise of little cakes and tea and ended up staying up the whole night watching the New Zealand All Whites play.
It was especially moving to sing our National Anthem - God of Nations, while crowded around the Television in T & C's lounge.
Now, if you will indulge me, I'd like to start at the end of the game. We drew 1-1 with Slovakia, and the looks of anguish and disappointment on the Slovakian teams faces were sweeter than a hundred packets of equal. Especially the coach, who for all the world looked like a member of the Russian mafia, (And yes I know, Slovakia, and their former parent Checkoslovakia were never part of the USSR, but you know: it's that terrifying $3,000 pin-stripe suit eastern-bloc thug look).
Moments after the goal, fireworks were let off in the quiet hamlet of Brooklyn, And there was much screaming in the lounge and we huddled around the television watching New Zealand's historic goal.
Now, to the game itself. Four things that even I in my extreme sporting ignorance picked up - which have been confirmed by some soccer mad friends of mine.
1. For the love of God couldn't that hamster of a goalie keep in his little box. At a moments notice he would dash out, miles from the goal, leaving it vulnerable to Slovakian attacking trusts. It's not complicated, they even paint little white lines on the grass to help him. It's a damn good thing the, er, defense? were up to the challenge.
2. Endless passing. Now, I do admire a man with ball skills, but there was entirely too much (and this goes for both teams). Kicking the ball between the three of them mid-field for minutes at a time. The FIFA world cup is not the time to practice passing. This is it men, this is your chance, now get that ball down near the goal!
3. It is NOT OK to take your shirt off. Evidently this earns you a "yellow card", much like demerit points for driving infringements, you get two of these and you are banned from playing for the rest of the tournament. Yes, he had a nice body. And yes, I'm sure Bendon will be lining him up as the next Dan Carter underwear model. But for the love of all things camp, restrain yourself!
4. Mr Ref was just much to whistle happy, with endless penalty kicks holding up the show.
And, just like that, my rant is complete.
I had a surprisingly fun time watching the football, and have half a mind to do a simulcasted commentary for the next game, on Monday, at 2 AM.
Let me finish by saying:
GO THE ALL WHITES!
I've been encouraged to mention lentils as part of my austerity measures. So: "Lentils". Possibly not the loveliest of foodstuffs, but they are jolly cheap and dahl with rice is very comforting on a cold winters night...
My Wellington audience may have noticed a wee mention on my current woes in the local paper, The Dominion Post. I've said it before and I'll say it again - it's not worth doing unless everyone sees you doing it.
To jump to another topic entirely (again), pub quizzes can be a good austerity measure, so long as you are on the winning team.
My land lady and I like to attend quiz night at the local, and our team, Quiztopia, quite frequently win too. Thank you fifty bar dollars. Good for a ginger beer and a heaping pile of cheesy bacon wedges the following week. Our team has won possible a little too often and we tried to lose this week. For fear that dwindling attendance was due to resentment of our seemingly endless winning streak.
We came second.
Thirty bar dollars - I love you.
I got given a delightful designer black and maroon scarf today by dear Miss U. It's put me in mind of a certain song that I will share at a later point.
I completely blew my budget today, after having a generous friend lend me a little more than I needed to make rent.
I went mad, put money on my bus card, petrol in the car, and had a coffee on the way to work and a chinese takeout for lunch.
I am unused to such refined luxury and feel quite giddy about it all.
But not as giddy as something else I just found out - but I cannot reveal it just yet.
The Drag Queen and admirers dating website is going well - I finally got the country, state, city search working. Did you know that there are at least 35,000 major cities in the world? Neither did I. But the computer seems to be coping. Good old SAL9000.
And now it's time for the musical number:
Well, there's another way to help with my current financial worries.
And that would be to, as well as cutting my spending, to increase my income.
So this weekend I've whipped up an online dating website for Drag Queens, Transexuals, Cross Dressers and our admirers.
It's still under development at the moment - and it's code name is SAL9000.
If you'd like to try it out, drop me a line at email@example.com and I'll send you the private link to the development site.