Memories: 22 September 2025

22 September 2025

7:00 am my lungs feel raspy. I probably overdid it with the grinding and sanding of the wooden handles yesterday. I fend off Death, isolation, ignominy by being creative and making things. What else have I got going on? lol.

Transmuting things into other forms like an Alchemist. Burning down my own failures and traumas and shifting my own consciousness like a manual gear stick going up a very steep Hill then careening and freewheeling down again. It is what it is. A work in progress. A healing. A defiant dance among the sephirot.

My angels have my back. Hold me precious. Gift me yet another day on planet earth. Another year, another decade and on we go. Struggling, straggling but leading the wolvish ones from the back of the line, sniffing the air, watching the skies, sensing the terrain and being carried at times by the winds of fate.

Life is good even if it is precarious. The hunted and the haunted know what is real, what is worth holding onto. What you have, you hold!

Gracefully run the gauntlet. Pick up your lost stitches in Time. Everything preserved in sacred memory. Held in Sacred Trust. You still have opportunities you never dreamed possible even a few years ago. Smile!

Never quit, never cede, never yield. Real loves love you no matter what, no matter who. Don’t forget what this life cost you, but don’t let bitterness turn you brittle and devoid of joy and hope either. That is how they finally destroy you. Sow hate and dissolution when once you stormed epochs like a Queen, with corazon and with elegance.

Don’t gift them the last vestiges of your dignity or the secret spaces of your heart. Your soul demands you fly. In the face of their evil and reason. Hold the Line.

L’Shanah Tovah Tikateivu u’metucha! I love you. I see you. I defend and protect you and I nurture you in your newest Becoming.

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12:33 pm busy morning. I have cleaned the birdie boyzzz cages. Now turned my mattress around after stripping it completely. I am going to wash my electric blanket as it’s filthy. It says it’s washable but I have never done that before. If it fails, I will buy a new one before winter comes.

I have all my pillows and both doonas on the line for sun sanitising. I need to buy a new feather doona and a new mattress but I can’t afford it. So turning my mattress around was my genius idea to try to save money… lmao. It’s time! But I also need to service my car so I will need to conserve money for that.

Dancing as hard and fast as I can in my small corner of Hell. But I will prioritise the car.

I am exhausted but pushing myself through like a champion.

22 September 2024

When love turns rancid, under pressure from influences beyond mortal Ken or mortal control you have two choices. Unravel the snarls or snags of the beautiful warp and weft of the tapestry you wove from heart and mind and sinew, the picture you created out of joy, desire, yearning, wishing for a fabric strong enough to hold you both safe and delighted and blissfully together.

Let the flailing frayed ends fly free of your desired outcome, watch them untwist and unfurl and snake out into other dimensions, lost to your personal Dreaming forever.

Or if the love is real and beautiful and powerful and truly worth saving, holding onto, protecting and even continuously co-creating, with your Beloved One, with the gods and the ancestors that love us, if it’s worthy of all the heart you invested so merrily and blithely with such naïve and yet oddly courageous sweetness…then you must find the place in that tapestry where that gaping hole in your connection started to unravel.

You must weave a new thread built of magick and awe with the strength of a million spiders sent by grandmother spider herself, the weaver of Fate and don’t be too early or too late but build a thread so imperfectly powerful with the deepest purest most stoic Magick of all: life force and courage and Heart.

You must pick up that thread that you spun yourself on your wheel of life. Thread it into that gaping snarled heartbroken tapestry and build a new picture where you both fit perfectly in harmonic resonance: like the plucked string of a bass guitar being answered by another string elsewhere. Quantum entanglement, spooky action at a distance.

We are all connected by love. Yeah? Well, alas No. sometimes you have to let the great work lie fallow. Just fail and rot into the ground. Let the wormèd ones eat from your lost Art and unclaimed undesired unloved Heart. For that too, is Love.

Letting go of the fantasy, of the Dreaming, of the fallacies of the joke they think they played on you when you were Awake all the damned Time and Time, and Fate slipped a disk and you knew…you knew you were playing in a delusion, a confusion and a grand scheme, a deception.

But you, Little One, daughter of the gods, with green shoes that fucking crippled you with the pretty sparkly frogs representing metamorphosis and your sweet but epic Manic Denial that you belonged, just once in your natural fucking Hobbit Life to someone worthy of you, your love, your heart and soul. Well, hahaha….you danced to your own old lady courageous defiance anyway.

I am so proud of you. So very proud. Self immolating your feet to the beat of the drums played by the altered ones whose egos love you anyway, because you love them. No other reasons to exist but for the Muse!

You will take up the weft and the warp, straighten out the snarls, lay down your fear and your anger, wipe your brow, and weave a new story into that love you created so long ago. You will make a safe landing, a depth sounding, a chorus, a melody, a refrain and a love story so glorious that even angels will weep for the exquisite beauty of it.

One more time…let’s go, Babies….sing it! Dance it! Be it. Weave it, unravelling it as we speak, write, play and stray. No more cosplays! Real loves need only apply for the fabric of my life space, heart space, mind space.

No space cadet amateur drama junkies need apply. I need a Star Man to navigate my Void. Ooops, I see what I did there. My Void is no Void at all, although out in Deep Space No One can hear my Primal Scream.

Welcome to the Psychedelic Dreamer’s Dream. It’s a free will choice whether you create a deep loving safe partnership with me or turn it into a rancid squalling nightmare.

Choose wisely. The consequences are Eternal.

22 September 2023

Even though I am utterly grief stricken over my dog’s death, my daughter’s sadistic cruelty to me and my current fight to get proper medical treatment for a long-standing issue that will ultimately lead to my death.

My hero and champion has found me a specialist who will kindly consult with me in October. For every Demon …there is my Angel.

So after receiving his hope-inspiring news that I may have more Time on this planet (if it’s not too far gone or too late!) I set to work this afternoon soldering each jumpring on this bracelet I made about two years ago. I also polished it up.

What a mammoth task! But I am exhausted yet delighted as I love this bracelet and when I wore it to the GOMA exhibition last week (my last day out with my daughter!) it fell apart and I was quite upset. Now I have re-made it, it should not fall apart anymore. One thing in my life that has been restored to pristine perfection.

It was a bit touch and go as the “snake” is not sterling but plated zinc alloy and I almost melted it (as I did with the original piece I made!) but my skills have improved somewhat since then (I used heatsinks and even then it came close to losing this piece).

It also went coppery in the pickle (gahhhh!) due to the zinc alloy so I spent hours and hours cleaning it up with a brass brush and toothpaste, then white polishing compound and then rouge and then another scrub with toothpaste to remove all residue polishing compound.

So here I am…5:18 pm …accomplished. Not bad for a “dying” woman. Or I perceive I am going to die after years of serious bladder issues. But… I am going to rest now…then get ready for some defiant wild dancing.

Dancing in the face of my own dying body. Because I can! Life is precious and meant to be joyous, triumphant, loving and carefree. Even in the face of Death and despair and grief.

Much love goes out to my courageous Doctor who has fought so hard for me yet again, to my true friends. Mumble mumble to the rest. Oh and Shabbat Shalom. Xxxx.

#titaniasrealm #sadistsaccusemeofboundaryviolationssotheycankickmewhenIamDown. #AriseAndShineintheGloryOfTheLord #Loveisthelaw #honourthyAncestors

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Ready for my night out! What magick will I weave tonight?

22 September 2022

Luck and love is flowing my way. Grateful blessed woman here!

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Two nights ago, in a moment of wistful nostalgic momentary romantic whimsy, moving between mood fluctuations that I surf so well and in that moment feeling a tiny bit bereft at my lack of family and love partner I asked Spirit “Whom is my one true love?”

I know…I know…stupid rhetorical question that hangs over my head like a slicing sword of Damocles or like a brain extraction from some evil interdimensional creature but like the evil queen in Snow White I must occasionally play nicely with the gods and ask these questions…more out of idle curiousity or subterranean grief rather than expecting a fully fleshed out manifested lover man to appear like a genie popped out of a bottle. No three wishes or fairest of fair mirrors as the Tanya has grown older and circumspect.

But…to my astonishment the answer came back almost immediately! “Brian” …

“What????” Quoth I! “The life of Brian or someone actually named Brian?”

So I asked politely “Do I know this man?”

“Yes you do…you know him well!”

I replied “Brian is my psychiatrist. Not my lover or suitor!”

“Uh huh”

I shrugged it off. My doctor Brian does have a great fondness for me his patient, in the most secure integral therapeutic way. In fact his love is authentic, safe, trustworthy and decent.

Next day (yesterday!) I had my debrief. He reminded me of how far I have come in my healing journey. That he is proud of me and expressed his intention to continue to work with me to full and complete health.

When I got off the phone I realised that this was the most potent and staunch and determined Love I have ever had with any man (including those from my family of origin)!

And no we don’t have transference and we know we have a solid therapeutic alliance and after 12 years in therapy, a relationship built on Trust.

Not a love partnership or one of my mad damaging unrequited frottering, or heartbreaking sinister sadistic trashed out romances. But something much more healing and ennobling and kind.

So it occurred to me that my spirit messengers, cheeky little tricksters that they can be when they tease me mercilessly about my love life, are actually telling me the truth.

There are higher forms of love that are more solid, stable and real than those proffered by a lover or lovers. True friendships that have lasted decades.

My therapist that has assisted me in healing myself (even when there were a few times I fought him like a demon too) but who trusted me to choose my own path and my own unique warrior goddess self-healing, without big pharma decrepitations any more, healing in experiential awareness every day with a clear and untrammelled unzombified mind.

I am grateful for that. Finally growing more into my own life, light and manifested expression. The Tanya.

Love will come too. Real loves never give up on me, or anyone. Allow me the time and space to recalibrate my brain, my spirit and my life force. Spiritual agapé love and human love and unconditional bird and dog and even goldfish love. (Okay the goldfish might be a bit ambivalent!)

But I am grateful for all the majestic souls that were/are in my life. For my guides, my muses, my most beloved ones. For Life. Grateful and contented.

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This morning I had a lovely chat with my friend Annie (Mermaid) in Wales. We talked a long time and it was delightful. She received a letter from the Queen as she wrote her the sweetest letter a few months ago, as she knew she was very ill.

I thought that was so kind and delightful. Also that the Queen responded to her.

I told Mermaid to share her story on her profile as it really was heartwarming! Even Queens deserve to be remembered with fondness for their sweet interactions.

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Today I celebrate 12 years of freedom from toxic relationships with men! (Almost 8 years completely celibate and asexual too!) I have healed my sacral chakra space, my mind, my heart, most of my body and best of all regained my inner joy and freedom and expressed my former most unrequited dishonoured sexuality by creating art and expressing myself in more wholesome edifying glorious ways than lying in bed with false monstrous lovers oohing and ahhing (although an orgasm occasionally with a much loved one used to be a healthy release!)

But none of them were serious, genuine or very protective or even respectful of The Tanya so on I go…on my journey, ever hoping to find my truest deepest most devoted lover one fine day!

In the meantime I am suffused in love of the good healthy respectful platonic kinds: my beautiful friends, my pets and my angels, spirits, ancestors that love me.

22 September 2010

Just found out my relationship with Courtenay is over. Nice of him to confirm this with me after I had to phone him to ask what's happening. Oh well, the upside is I can move on now.

Trigger warning: violence

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Update 22 September 2021: Lol. 11 years of not having a boyfriend but also 11 years of growing back into my own self and working out who is real in my life! It has not been pleasant but it has been necessary!

Courtenay was so non-committal he could not even attempt to kill me with his own two hands like the other cunts did, but got his neo Nazi douchebag friend to threaten me with an ornamental samurai sword. Sad arses. Like all Bullies and inadequate men… WEAK!

But that night he realised whom he was fucking with as I came close to jumping the gun and killing Skatie instead. I had the upper hand as I was stone cold sober.

Later on his mother hid his brass knuckleduster as he had threatened to smash me in the face with it. I still thought it was one of his drug-soaked paranoid delusions. Uh uh, no fool. If they threaten to beat you or cut your head off…they are not joking.

I guess I can be glad I didn’t kill them but those two were such deadshits I suppose noone would have missed them. I certainly don’t.

22 September 2021

Earthquake in Victoria. Wow. We rarely have earthquakes in Australia. Crazy!

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I had a lovely day. Lyn visited and brought me some delicious treats. I cooked up the chicken pieces this evening.

Crystal just left. She brought me lots of lovely viola seedlings which she says are edible. (I thought only heartsease were edible).

She mentioned she is making creams for pain relief for her friends so I gave her some small containers to use for that.

Bobo was so excited to see both Lyn this afternoon and Crystal this evening. He was ecstatic!

I showed Crystal the jewellery I made in recent days and she suggested I make another snake bangle. I am not sure I can bend it as the spoon handle is thick silver which is why I cut the spoon bowl off the other one I made but I might give it another try with the second spoon.

I am really enjoying working with silver flatware even though my skills are rather limited. (I still need to learn to solder properly!)

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Working on these earrings… in memory of my beautiful Socks and Sophie. Now need to work out if I am engraving them on or painting on with enamel paints.

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11:11 pm. Make a wish :-)

22 September 2020

Gahhh! Dentist appt done. I have another appt next week as the tooth he worked on last week is still painful. So he did a filling on second tooth and worked on sore tooth. Hopefully next week it will be pain free and nothing major needs doing.

Feeling very fragile as no pain relief on the sore tooth so had to put myself into a disassociative state ie mentally float in Byron Bay.

So I am not happy about another checkup next week. But of course I fear an abscess. I will be glad when this is over!

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It’s not real bolognaise. I don’t eat pork. It’s just mince beef with stir fried veges and pasta sauce. I should really call it Bollocksnaise. But I guess I like pretending I am an Italian chef or something.

One of my former casual partners was an Italian chef although he never cooked for me (ahem!) he was smoking in the Tanya Vibe in other ways!

I guess he would be amused by my Bolognaise. It’s all Bologne until someone gets hurt.

I hear he still looks for me occasionally at the casino. Passionate sweet lunatic that he is. We could have had something great going on but I would not allow it as he had a partner and I won’t play second string to any man or his other “concubines”.

He was also a Catholic (Santa Maria how do they desire the Tanya, those naughty guilt ridden Dybbuk-ridden Catholic Boys!)

He had a son who would be about 17 now.

Anyway I kept myself safe from any complicated ensnared attachments by telling him (quite truthfully) that I was in love with “Wiglet”!

I might have made a mistake, as the Italian was very very passionate and Wiglet was my most sadomasochistic Machiavellian little English Prat of a stalker.

After all their Bullshit I gave up on sex completely and have been celibate (again!)

Hohum. Not worth the frenzied frottering for the merest scraps of love or attention.

I have healed myself a lot by Vowing off Men too. Not one of them was genuine in the past 10 years. So there is that!

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22 September 2019

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The Tanya’s schizophrenic trepidation of the holy day season begins. Rosh Hashanah next Sunday evening. Sigh. Then Yom Kippur, Simchat Torah then (arggghhhh. Christmas meshugass) and our beloved Chanukah.

It’s the season to be jolly, holy, conscious and to be sorry for our human failures and eat a lot then spend lots of money. Like a blessing and a curse. Choose life.

I need a cuddle just thinking about it. But last year was very spiritual including a shule haunting via a Yizkor list... yes I am still going on about that because for the love of G-d even the Jewish holy days are not safe from my mother. (Falls off perch!)

Anyway, this year I have been studying Shamanism. (Or at least contributing my weird life stories on their page and learning about others weird experiences and it has been a balm to my beleaguered Soul (Neshamah!) to learn that I am not alone with my assorted band of interdimensional tricksters, love rats and angelic protectors!)

So I feel more at peace in the world and more loved and accepted than I have been in my jewish community. Although Mrs Bernstein recognised my spirit back in 1994 and even told me she sought counselling with her friends who were Nuns who encouraged her that I am normal, just touched by something greater and inexplicable and that it made my life unique. Um, thanks Sisters.

Not long after that my marriage broke down (inevitable really!) and a series of men tried to murder me by strangulation and a few sexual Assaults and like well all these years later I am still staying true to my understanding of G-d (newsflash: “They” are not an old white guy with a long beard, they do not always play fair, they are not Santa Claus and imho opinion “They” are really pissed off about the whole Christian version of “suffering little children” but then in truth I was never a Christian and probably not much of a Jew anymore either.

But I still walk with/dance with G-d but I don’t always know what esteemed company I am Keeping. I still cuss irreverently and try to remain stolidly Realist but I have been lifted up on invisible wings a few too many times to doubt that I am a magical little human. Silly as a wheel. Childlike. But circumspect.

I have been purging people who hurt me in the past year. No regrets. Real love is eternal. It will always bring me ones with pure hearts and minds and out of necessity I keep my circle small.

I am not a Magic meant for everyone. Complex ptsd made me this way. It has its backhanded little gifts like my incredible bullshit antenna. (Although that got switched off for a few weeks after my surgery as my body went into full blown survival mode!). But I forgive myself for my folly. I might be magical but I am only human also. Dragging my arse through life one day at a time.

Limitlessly hoping and praying for my true Beloved to enter my life and claim me (or “reclaim” me???). How many eons have I done this dance before?

No wonder my Soul gets tired.

But last Friday during Ecstatic Dance (Oy! No more yoga for me. I made an epic fool of myself as my diaphragm screamed in agony as it hated being compressed! Lmao!). But Upright on my feet I danced myself into oblivion and for a few minutes my embattled old Warrior Goddess Soul left my body and you know?

I got a little scared so quickly brought her back down. (I lived as a zombie for over 20 years so I like my Soul where I can “see” it, thank you very much!) But it was beautiful and awesome and I know I can fly anytime I like. Only it doesn’t look like that to others. It just looks CCCCCCRAZZZYYY.

Oh well. You get that.

I am currently thinking about rebuilding my tipi in my backyard. The bamboo rotted out. I need to cut fresh poles and set it up again. It’s like sitting under a pyramid. Very soothing to my spirit. Also serves to freak out my elitist neighbours. 🙂.

Have a beautiful day, my dear friends and Beloveds. Honour your Soul every day. Love each other. Love your gods. (All is One, One is all!). Love this earth and love the Cosmos! Eat well. Think of me with my epic weirdness. We are not Alone ;-)

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When I worked at the Qld Police Academy back in 1999-2000 (Blech! But I met Efrain and Rosie and Betty there :-)))). Some fucked up Weirdo told me NOT to lick the stamps as he reckoned the glue was made by prisoners in jails and that (ahem!) they deliberately sprogged into the vats.

I have never been able to feel quite the same way about stamps ever since!

22 September 2018

Today marks 8 years since my relationship with Courtenay ended. Well it was a bit longer than that but he neglected to tell me he had moved on. I can laugh about it now. But the betrayal just 6 months after my mother died cut deep.

Now I am happier in life than I ever thought possible. Freedom! Free from abusers, users, schtuppers and potzes. No more living a lie or hoping to get love from the lacklustre loveless.

I dance wildly and joyously then go home to my dog! Who is always always happy to have me in his life. 4-legged ones. Love without limits.

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12.22 pm I just woke up with a barking bronchitis. I am not surprised after dancing like a demon all night even with asthma and fatigue from my big day in the city.

I don’t know why or how I am pushing my body so hard but frankly, I am awesome.

There was a lot of love in the room last night. Pulsating and thrumming through my entire core. For a while I sat cross legged on my corner of the stage as I could not stand on my sore feet anymore. I let the music course through me like life’s blood and after a while I was still dancing with my upper body.

After I finally left at 4 am I staggered on aching legs and feet to go buy 2 chicken sticks as I was starving and needed a protein hit. Then limped my way back to my car and drove home. Dived into a hot bath then blossomed. Fell asleep immediately.

Loving my life. My heart. My courage. My body but most of all my Neshamah.

Loving my authentic friends. My daughter. My cats, dog, hens, bird, fish, garden, planet, my Self in all her perfectly imperfect manifestations.

Loving the quiet of this day after epic music all night.

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This evening I feel like I am on the tip of a great and vast spiritual change. Maybe it was a good thing I got “haunted” by Gisela Scherer Dybbuk creature at shule on Yom Kippur Wednesday.

Maybe I am just a fucking masochist?!

But I know one thing...I have been dancing wildly in recent weeks in spite of pain, sorrow, betrayals, love addiction (a constant craving). I feel like there is a schism in my rock of ages that hid the light and true loves from me.

I feel I have faced both the Hag and my own primal Fears of rejection head-on (even though it was like an egg being thrown off a skyscraper and we all know what happens to Humpty Dumpty’s Numpty.

But the king’s horses and king’s men (kinsmen? Henchmen?) could not put me back together so I had to pull myself together and fully embody my life in more ways than one, Darlings.

I might be a scrambled discombobulated mush but in my own re-interpreted integrity I am a delight to my own nonsensical sensate fractal reality.

I want to also thank my gall bladder for the near-death experience rebirthing my awareness of how fragile yet how powerful my mind and body truly is. Rebirthing. Nothing like crawling on the floor in paroxysmic waves of agony whilst begging the Holy One to not let you die like that, to make you aware of how little you have achieved and how much you still need to experience.

I feel like something wonderful is on the horizon for me. (But what?!)

Shake myself and let go of delusions of hope. But on the other hand...I have worked hard to sustain myself and grow again in Love. Light. Truth. Beauty.

Sometimes you teeter over the edge of your known world and looking down see it was just a toyland of some capricious and very bored Trickster god.

Kicking over their toys in primordial discontent and shattered disarray then we begin again. The Dance of the Spheres and the harmonic resonance of the Sephirot.

Magnificence in thought, space and time. A gift.

Copyright Tanya Désirée Arons

“The Desired One”

“The Tanya”

“Psychedelic Dreamer”

“I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved is mine”. (Giggle, snigger, snort)

#wouldyoulikefrieswiththat?

22 September 2017

It’s another beautiful day in Paradise. A gas man is here from the Gas Company, replacing my gas meter. He arrived when I was in the shower so I yelled at him to come back in 10 minutes. Sigh. He arrived 30 minutes later but all good.

I was sitting in the garden under the market umbrella drying out my tresses. So wild and woolly. He gave me a bit of a sheepish grin. Promised to relight my pilot light on the gas cylinder. I said "That'll be great as lighting those things stresses me out and I don't like being stressed" lol.

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Lightning all around me! Still She hasn't unleashed the water from the heavens.

Shaftamayim b' sason.

C'mon, seriously. Does this Jewish Viking Witch have to go all Voudoun and strip off and do a full-blown Rain dance??? Can't Ya just rain already? Like The Holy One Ordains. (Everything in its season, Biatches).

Ok ok. Shabbat Shalom Y'all! Hopefully a wet one!

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Anddddddd She stopped. This reminds me of my marriage, hanging out for that sweet sweet release but after 30 seconds...No Thing.

Man and gods! I am so angry right now! Did a little rain dance in my kitchen and scared Penny Cat. So that is that!

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Update 22 September 2024: that weird political grooming “friendship” that was initiated by Joe (note the placement of his already disrespectful thigh and my frozen smile FFS) floundered in the Covidian madness which I correctly identified in the early phase as Madness.

I told Everyone it was madness… but the mass formation psychosis had already taken hold of their minds, souls and hearts …again FFS …so that man had the chutzpah to turn up at my front gate recently and I gave him short shrift. His comment to me was he didn’t care, he made plenty of money. Evil personified.

An election is coming up. I will write “No confidence” in all parties. They have poisoned our planet and interfered in our dna permanently now. Anti humanists. Dangerous evil perverted motherfuckers. All of “Them”.

22 September 2016

Detoxing my life. 2 down. One I loved very much. Kitchen almost clean. Still need to mop floors. One more coat of paint, then can start working on the dining table.

Watching Breaking Bad. Grateful to Jarrod for being such a staunch awesome friend and making me laugh in the face of my misery.

Lucky woman here. (Stocked up on chocolate and chippies for marathon death by carbicide)

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Bobo had a blast at the dog park. However he came home so pumped that he kept trying to kill the hens and even had the scrub turkey bailed up. I had to lock the hens up for the night to keep them safe.

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I said "No Beauregard No. Don't do it! Not the puddle.. Don't you dare lie in that puddle!" So he did. With a look of complete triumph.

They say if you can train a dog well, then you can train a man. Here is yet more evidence of why I am eternally infernally single. Ain't nobody got time for Dat! JACKSHIT Shitzu Russell Cross batshit brat.

22 September 2014

I chatted on Paltalk last night. I hadn't been on much in last few weeks. I was surprised to hear a few people mention that they had missed my laughter. Cute and weird at the same time as I remember being told to shut up and quit laughing like a Hyena on Acid.

Fortunately I take orders from no one.

She who laughs last laughs best, loudest and contagiously 'til she either busts her gut or has everyone in the room (virtual or real!) laugh along with her. In fact, one day I hope to die laughing. Apart from the slow asphixiation it's not such a bad way to go! (Asthmatic here...I almost died laughing a few times before!)

Oh, and Happiness is the ultimate Revenge!

(Even if you have to Fake it 'til you make it or Bust a lung...it's totally worth it!)

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I just got off the phone and I heard the playpen rattling. So I checked on the "kids". Sookie was wanting attention so I picked her up and cuddled her then gave her and Ramon their nighttime treats.

I climbed inside the pen with them, intending to have cuddles with Ramon. So what does he do? Eats all the goodies I offered them and resumes smooching Sookie. I don't even get a look-in. It is absurd to be jealous of the lovers. (Tear!) 😉

So going back to watch tv and work on my cases.

I bet as soon as my back is turned Sookie will call for me again. I think the Love-in gets too much even for her!

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Bunniesssss! Grandma Time! Crystal put them in the guest room. So funny! They’ve got better Digs than some humans!

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Crystal brought over the kids. She also brought Pumpkin soup and bread rolls you bake in oven. Yummy!

I was sifting the stones out of all the ash and soot from my fire other night. So I was covered in black soot and looked like a chimney sweep!

So I had a quick wash and had a nice lunch with my girl! (My breakfast really!)

I have a huge appetite at the moment. It must be from the change of season and all the stress I have gone through in the past month.

Crystal is performing in a play festival in Melbourne so she needed a string of pearls. I couldn't lend her my real ones as I need to get them re-strung but fortunately I have plenty of costume stuff so she found a nice necklace to wear with her old lady costume.

When she plays Mature-age Women she trips me out off my face. It is like Hilda or Gisela are alive and kicking again.

She has dyed her hair red so she will look more like Hilda this time, as she was a Brunette and wore this weird wiglet thingie she attached with a pearl hair clip thingy for weddings and Bar Mitzvot. Orthodox programming from growing up in Poland. She had to cover her hair. It looked damned stupid but she was used to it!

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Tomorrow night is Erev Rosh Hashanah. This little Heathen, once very observant Jew wishes all her family, friends, and fellow Jew Crew everywhere, a Happy, Prosperous, Healthy, Peaceful, Loving and Sweet New Year and for the many New Years yet to be celebrated!

May Goodness and Mercy follow us all the days of our lives and may we allow positivity and greatness to shine from our hearts and minds along with repentance and forgiveness.

May we live to enjoy At One Ment. Bashert!

22 September 2011

I had an inspiring debrief with my wonderful doctor who was so amazed at my latest exploits, that we almost went over time but had a jolly good natter and a reality check. I am so pleased to hear that he thinks I'm amazing!

I feel so accepted, endorsed, recalibrated, admired and unconditionally loved. It's so nice to rediscover the authentic part of Me and I am eagerly awaiting more good discoveries in the future!

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