Memories: 26 June 2025

26 June 2025

7:37 am I woke up to a vision of lots of roasted vegetables. “You need to eat better, nurture that body, mind, spirit, Tanya. Enough people have tried to kill you, even in recent memory, with their foul treachery, you don’t need to suicide as well. Eat the fucking vegetables!”

I wake to full consciousness, kicking my synapses into all four cylinders. What the fuck? Chocolate is a vegetable! lol. My mind is so resonant and crisp this morning I could strike a match off that formidable Bitch and burn all that evil foulness down…phoenix rising…let’s go Bitches!!!! (Sniggers)

It’s a beautiful morning, also crisp and clear, sunny. 10 degrees Celsius. Brrrr. I lie, cosseted on my electric blanket. Still tired too. Only 6 hours sleep. But here we go Babies (or Bitches…according to thy predilections).

Another day in Paradise. Planet Hellscape. Where the Motherfuckery is IMMENSE but like a Wild Wise Berserker Queen…the Mama T rises above it, rides through it, dances over it, “get that for me, Deirdre” …stomps those damnèd Mofoes down into the blood soaked, pus-ridden rotting ground…then kisses new life into the Worthy Ones.

Would you like vegetables with that? Fricasseéd chips, mouléd pumpkin ….dropped from a tall building…soup du jour. Yeah?….nah….I didn’t think so.

One block of Whittaker’s left. I take my vegetables….sweet. Laced with cacao and Quetzalcoatl’s irony.

“You’re gonna die, Tanya!” Yeah, I know…but when I go it will be not with a whimper but a blazing almighty celebratory Bang. Enough fucking around with mediocrity and bathos and other people’s shitstained cowardice.

Whistle up the spirits of fight and smite…fill me up with grace and delight. Ennobled. Honorific amidst the horrific. Free in another paradigm…hahahahaha….they have no idea. Lacklustre curs.

Watching the world destroy itself over something less than…vegetables….is going to be Wild. Bring the popcorn. Oh wait…shit…that’s a vegetable too. Miss Five and her infamous stolid Rebellion…. But I digress.

It’s been a long hard life with lots of digressions. But the road is straight and climbs over many mountains and when you reach the top you get to fly over it, watch the naked primate cosplays…and laugh until you split a rib.

Call me when it’s over…I have things to take care of… aight!

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Last night when I finally put myself to bed (around 1 am after making a rather intensely powerful and emotional video) I lay down in my bed and put my CPAP mask on. I had had a brief visitation during my video of about 5 or 6 spirits arranged behind me in a semi circle. One had stepped forward as they wished to communicate with me but …boundaries …people.

So I asked them humbly to not disturb me while I was reading stories for my YouTube audience. Which they did not…respectfully (as often they excitedly chime in with smart arse wisecracks which can be amusing at times..others…a tad awkward but meh).

I am used to this now. It’s a new manifestation of my psychic abilities and was a bit disconcerting when it started about a year ago. I mean one Jew in a room and five conversations is a bit much even for me lol!

So anyway, I am slowly drifting off to sleep, relaxed and warm on my electric blanket, feeling happy and grateful that I have a bed, a home, am relatively safe unlike those poor people in Israel and Iran right now…and other places across the planet where people are living through dangerous life threatening times…like I used to do in peacetime no less! It’s why I won’t compromise on disrespect or evil, on envy or spite cos I survived ALL of that and frankly, it’s been quite quite enough. Genug all ready.

So I am breathing and thanking G-d in my slowly shutting down mind, when to my astonishment I feel someone crawling up from the bottom of my bed. They climbed over my feet …paused…looked at me…as though checking to see if I was awake and fully conscious. I held my breath momentarily. ‘Oh no…no you don’t’, I thought. Don’t you bloody dare!

So the entity crawled further up across my bed. Pausing at my midriff…not touching me but I could feel where their hands or feet made contact with my doona. A light impression, not particularly threatening, but nevertheless a boundary violation.

They reach up to beside my chest and pause again. I feel the weight of them pressing down on the bed as they climb up beside me…almost mischievous.

But I decide I don’t want to wait until they stretch out fully beside me like a bed mate. It’s weird and inappropriate.

So I say out loud into my mask…”Hear O Israel the Lord our God, the Lord is One”. For some peculiar reason I say it in English, not Hebrew. Every cell in my body came online…adrenaline coursing through me…I was ready for spiritual war. The response came instantly… with a kind of pained surprise…”Really Tanya? You rebuke me? Just when I was getting so close”.

“Yes”, I reply, “you motherfucker. You are a human energy signature and I know exactly who sent you. That man can fuck off. He’s not getting into my bed everrr…don’t come here slithering over my bed like a slippery sidewinder. Consider yourself rebuked, Mofo!”

Then I kinda chuckled to myself. I lay quietly for another minute or two. The entity was gone. Returned to its original source like the infested little dybbuk he truly is. Powerful magick at play. Still testing me…

Not wise, not cool. You’ve pissed off the Mama T and she has heavy protection. Always has…always will. Even with CPAP and arthritis and cptsd…you thought her weak, malleable, yielding. However, She is far far more powerful than you gave her credit for. Suffer in ye jocks, Boys.

Love is the law…love under will!

So I do kind of wonder why he is doing this? Surely he has more important things to do, like keep his wife and girlfriends well satiated? lol.

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26 June 2024

I saw my psychiatrist for my debrief. He had my results back from my sleep study and lung function test. My lungs are actually quite healthy. 95 % oxygen saturation but there is an anomaly, some mechanism which he does not quite understand whereby my sleep is impaired to the point I stop breathing and snore a lot.

I have agreed to trial a cpap device as soon as possible (in the next few weeks) and also I will strive to add a bit more exercise ie swimming or Pilates or rowing, (he thinks Pilates would be beneficial to strength my pelvic floor and pelvic area). Once a week.

He commented I am already active enough with the dancing once a week but as cpap may improve my sleep and I have more energy, I would be able to add in more exercise or dance more often thereby keeping myself fit and strong.

The goal is to trial the cpap device then if it works for my apnoea to maintain its use until I shed the 20 kilos and then it may no longer be needed as without the extra weight the sleep apnoea problem will resolve itself.

Or so I hope! Exciting! The prospect of a telly embodied, fully healthy, strong, vigorous Tanya is a bit daunting. But as usual I perform miracles for myself at the eleventh hour! With the great fortitude and help of my doctors and my other earthangels as well.

26 June 2023

9:39 am Awake after a very very bad night. I had to get up to pee 12 times during the night. Utterly fragile making and exhausting. I worked hard yesterday (mostly sitting down) on a silver rabbit ring and finished it at 8 pm but felt weak and dizzy from the effort.

I went to bed at 9 pm, fell asleep around 10 pm then the copious nocturnal flowing happened. All night long! It feels like I am dying…which I am as usual, also fighting against.

I had a dream this morning about an alien invasion. I was walking to St Lucia university and struggling to find my way around. There was a giant black cuboid mothership low in the sky above our heads. Everyone was staring in shock and panic.

“Now we are fucked” I thought. But I put a prayer out. Please don’t harm us worthless, self immolating, destructive humans. There are good people amongst us, people worth protecting, people who will live amongst you in peace and will adjust to your presence here on earth and we can live in harmony, if you decide to not crush us completely.

I had such a sense of warmth and comfort. Even though I was quite afraid, I kept walking. The alien mothership was sending down what looked to me like mud or lava droplets but just kind of missing humans but as a warning that they had perfect aim if they wanted to.

I walked through it and looked up and said “Thank you. I know you are here to warn us and that you are not really wanting to harm us unless we attack first”.

Again there was a warmth in my heart chakra. I kept walking and a smaller craft or object flew down a few metres in front of me. It looked like a shiny black rectangle. It flipped over and hovered just above me.

It told me telepathically that it had seen my heart and knows I represent humanity as I did not react with malice but as I advocated for peace and coexistence, that I will be protected.

I looked around at all the other humans and wondered what energy they had put out…apart from our astonishment and fear. “Don’t worry about them! Just do you, Tanya, you are kind and your people will find you!”

Then I woke up for the tenth pee last night. My poor brain and my poor bladder quite discombobulated.

Anyway, the “invasion” already happened with Covid and humanity going insane. And yes, true hearts and minds were offered protection. Protection of critical thinking and basic human decency and yes, courage too.

I have outlived, outdanced most of my enemies (none of them come to the casino anymore, which is odd given how they harassed me for years).

Did they die of/with Covid, or of adverse reactions or did they just finally evolve enough to realise that I will never give up my freedom or my dance?

One may never know.

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26 June 2022

6:56 am. I just woke up. Coughing and wheezing. I had a good sleep (at last!) actually passed out around 8 pm last night as days of severe illness and hypomania plus that superhuman effort of cleaning my bedroom walls on Friday took its toll on my mind and body.

But my spirit…my spirit….my darlings….she is a mighty force to be reckoned with. I am even amazed with my own old hardbitten worn down cantankerous much embattled beleaguered but beautiful and magical Self.

So I put on YouTube and was deeply gratified and astonished to see they have reinstated my video I made yesterday in full trauma activation and hypomanic (maniacal and powerful) response to my own Dying. Thank you for maintaining my truth even though it does not sit well with your narrative.

I must have my truth as that is my only gift, which along with my truest deepest most profound love is all I will take with me to Eternity. (A gift I give to myself and a gift to others who may be ready to both receive it and unravel it and be ennobled by it…Psy sighs!).

So yesterday I had to fight for that as well as struggle to breathe. And so it is…my breath, my life force, my truth, my agonies and few rare and precious ecstasies, my concomitant delusional Striving for a noble dignified loving worthy life in this incarnation…must not be trivialised, delegitimised or wasted as I have fought for other humans, our planet and my own life with every fragile gasping asthmatic breath since infancy! (And whom knows how many other incarnations as well…???)

No wonder I get distraught, tired and furious at times. Only human after all. Alone on this planet that cleaves me to her as her most beloved one and refuses to let me go into the next dimension just yet. Ffs!

There is a great and powerful work still to be done that is manifested from deep within me, my soul, my journey and it seems the gods are not ready to deshackle me from this earth plane just yet.

They want me to have the love I always deserved, the meritorious success I wrested from my own shattered life story, the joy, the comfort and the carefree freewheeling bliss because I claim it. The peace. The strength and the courage.

And warm arms holding me in an eternal embrace that won’t leave with the birdsong or shove other women constantly in my face or use other methods to sully, betray and debase me….and even kill me!

Yet still I hold that love most precious which is my own insanity that I need to shuck off like an albatross, that ancient curse I have carried that brought me only cruel sadistic lovers.

So there is that! But on I go, loving what is left of my heart and soul and flying in the face of our “Covid alien invasion inversion perversions” and EVIL.

As I have always done in all the decimated epochs of my 57 years of existence in this frail woman’s body with the spirit of the ancients cheering me forwards each and every day.

Blessed be the Holy One who gifts me love light truth and joy and… as my beautiful loving loyal and brave friend Lyn reminded me yesterday: Peace.

Shalom! I love you all. Even my lacklustre putrescent enemies.

Love is the law.

26 June 2021

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“…she says honey take me dancing but they ended up sleeping in a doorway…

Paul Simon is my prophet lol.

Diamonds on the soles of my shoes (I live on Diamond Street). “She makes the sign of a teaspoon” … I make rings out of silver teaspoons and all my lovers just “make the sign of the wave” …goodbye! Lmao

I should have gone dancing but I got tired by midnight.

I miss the dancing to his song “there’s angels on the architecture…spinning in infinity” in that filthy despotic treacherous rape den Irish Murphy’s. It used to freak out the drunks when I would gesticulate to the ceiling. Nice architecture…but tainted by haters. Shame really.

I wonder if “New Orleans” ever miss me. Doubt it… noone is indispensable. First lesson my former boss Suzy Van Der Kwast taught me. No one respected me as a child or a teenager. Or even as a Woman.

I had to fight hard to garner enough self love and self respect to survive All those dirty treacherous Motherfuckers.

But all good.. Psy sighs…I have silver spoons for my current paradigm in a time of Covid. Going nowhere, not even dancing…men stole even that small joyous triumph from me.

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One day later…I went out and what a spiritual and bizarre night I had. Just a few nights before the lockdown. Wheeee. Interesting timing on the part of my Guardian Angel. But I had a vital answer to some doubts and fears that were going around in my head the past week.

So thank you Angels.. you freak me out right and proper when you answer my prayers so quickly. Aight!

26 June 2020

26 June 2019

Life is not a dress rehearsal. You get one crack at it. It’s mine. Yours. It’s your divine right and privilege to even be here. Rise and Shine and let no one annihilate you without one helluva fight.

G-d knows I was annihilated enough.

🙂

Smiley face is representative of my pride in my strength, honour and self -determination. Even when in severe pain after surgery.

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I discharging myself. Demanded iv be removed. Crystal has picked me up taking me home.

From the comment section:

Paula: Why? Can't you wait a few hours? Better to be with drs and nurses around. I hope that there is someone to look in on you.

Me: Paula they were discharging me anyway and refused endone and said I should not be in so much pain (implying that I am a drug addict which although I sometimes (rarely) use cannibis for my complex ptsd I have never been addicted to anything (except chocolate and tea!).

So I went to full blown war on their heads. They sent me home with 20 endone instead of 10 I asked for but probably would not need that much but have reasonable fears of continuing pain.

They mistake me for someone weak minded, stupid and vulnerable because I am a female and on a disability pension. Then denying my reality of actual pain was one thing too much. I lost it! My finest hour.

But why am I always targeted in this way? Is it because I am Jewish, or a woman or on the bottom Echelon of society????

No one else seemed to get treated so appallingly by the mostly male staff.

When doctors become doctors not to heal but to harm and to degrade and humiliate women and marginalised men, what the fuck can we expect from a fascist society?

In Nazi germany I would have been shot in the face for my inability and refusal to be silent. In fact that would have been a kindness compared to what so many Jews and other victims of that regime endured.

But this is not Nazi Germany . It’s Brisbane Australia and it is the eroding of all that is decent and just and safe. The beginning...

Nigel: Let me know how you go, these days you have to ask for drugs else they don't give them to you

Me: I did ask and the pharmacist agreed then the young perverted doctor undermined me and my rights.

He was quite shaken when I told him to his face about his inappropriateness and the horror of being vulnerable in a hospital that has basically sexually violated me with innuendoes and firtatious frottering.

I screamed at him “how very dare you!” He started shaking as he knew I was speaking the truth.

Nigel: Woow, well it's a person's right to choose the medication out of the options offered as appropriate. So taking away a option that's going against the patients rights.

Oh as you a large built women whos older.

That's why easy target for such stuff from cocky men.

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Drs are sending me home between 10-12 noon. Crisis averted. Thank G-d!!!! I am extruding blood in fury about the various ways I have been put through stress after major surgery.

But Someone heard my “prayer” tribal stomping rage and they sent me home. I will be sleeping for next few days.

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I am startlingly amazed at all the young drs, pharmacists, surgeons, nurses. All highly successful and I have observed (to their faces!) how incredibly beautiful they all are. I started singing sardonically “the beautiful people”.

This is the gift of a good background, a solid education and a high income bracket. Now don’t get me wrong. They have been lovely to me. But it is a shock to see the invisible class divide.

I actually stated that it was impressive to see so many accomplished people thriving while I have spent decades splonging around in the Shadowlands. Mind you complex ptsd and toxic family/partners and friends actively robbed me of any merest hope of success in any sort of measurable way.

Fortunately I measure my success only by my indomitable will and survival and could not have lived this long without the kindness of strangers, especially the beautiful ones. 🙂

Anyway the pharmacist is kindly sending me home with 10 Endones. So that will keep me comfortable for the next few days.

From the comment section:

Julie G: Tanya Arons it will get better every day

Me: Yup. I know. Every breath a new beginning. I will be carefully evaluating my future. I am reclaiming my body. I am healing.

Then watch out world. When/if I ever get reasonably healthy I will be able to achieve things I never dreamt of. (perhaps... if not just an endone driven fantasy).

Megan Phillips: oh my gosh, no time to recover...next in line, whats the hurry? take care cuzn, sending love your way 💚

Me: Had a massive fight with hospital about the systemic abuse at pre admission followed by denying me endone to take home ((AFTER!) the pharmacist and I had arranged it.

I said I am in a lot of pain. How dare you! So I discharged (slightly) early. They quickly gave a script with 20 tablets of endone instead of ten I requested. Which shows me they knew they were wrong maltreating me this morning.

Or so they can lie to the health rights commission that I asked for 20 when I asked for 10!

I bollocked the doctor who came to discuss my complaint about to discharge me who had been inappropriate with me at pre-admission and I told him that it took every ounce of strength to go through with the surgery after the sexual innuendos and overtones of the previous day to a fucking complex ptsd survivor old enough to be his mother.

I stated the anaesthetist at pre admission was also creepy and inappropriate. Then there was a lot of screaming on my part. Anyway, I could have done without that trauma. They let me walk out on my own steam, in a state of extreme distress.

But I am going to be okay in a few days. Unless there is an alternative source of the pain.

Megan Phillips: you'll be fine cuzn, I've got huge faith in you xo

Me: I will get over this ordeal like every other ordeal.

Megan Phillips: Ae just another chapter in the life of......Tanya 💚

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Being kept in another day. Which given how I feel is okay by me. Just worried about Bobo.

Julie Goddard: Is someone at your house Tanya ?

Me: Just went into panic mode as Jarrod has to work today (Murphy’s Law as in crisis he gets work but had not had work for months!)

So I have asked my neighbour to assist which I have never done before but am desperate!

Warren is home with a bad back but thinks his father in law will help.

I hope so. Majorly triggered as I lost Frankie and almost Bella when I last had surgery in 2007 and this being kept in was unexpected. Again!

26 June 2018

Housing commission is finally clearing out my dead neighbour’s house. Throwing stuff out. So they will be doing it up soon and getting it ready for a family no doubt. I hope the new neighbours are decent and peaceful people.

26 June 2017

Woke up at 9 am. Phew! Had 11 hours sleep so hopefully it will be a much "saner" day. Although I just had a call from some woman at Federal Express asking me if the weight of a bead I ordered online, would be more that 50 kilos?

I said "it is a bead you put in your Hair! It would not weigh more than a few grams!"

"It comes from Sweden!"

Well honestly I can't even deal with this level of stupidity. Why are they calling me about the weight of a parcel anyway? Surely they have it in their depot?

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3.58 am awake after 6 hours sleep! Hypomania sucks! Poor Jarrod sat on the phone while I talked incessantly for 4 and a half hours! I need more sleep! My brain is in overdrive and it's not like I have resolved any World problems, invented anything useful or created any meaningful Art.

I am an utterly useless citizen of the planet. But you know, funny at times. Back into wakefulness cos I am overheating in my warm cocoon of a bed (electric blanket and menopause hot flushes).

Oh well, vibrantly aware and brain overloading makes for a mad night. Much love to my beautiful friends who had to manage a supercharged Tanya for the past week. You are amazing.

Laila Tov. Going to attempt sleep again. Xxxx

Megan Phillips: I'm going thru same cuzn, night flushes the worse, how do we sleep while our beds are burning....??

26 June 2016

I have been out in the garden, slashing down dead banana trees and all the old leaves. Then I gathered macadamia nuts, then fixed an old drawer to use as an open box, then made a fire.

I am glad I went outside. It was actually warmer outside than in the house.

Now watching The Good Witch which is annoying cheesy pulpy mush. But it does not involve any thought. Just point and stare.

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He hounded the hounds, herded the collie (to the collie's great chagrin!) He fended off the competition for De Mama's affections, he peed on every mark left by other dogs.

He even stole the collie's ball but like a good little man brought it back to the owner. An honest thief! He ran around with another little dog of similar mix, and a little poodle X Maltese.

He is so happy these days. It gives my heart solace to see him so happy! Now he is tired, snuggling and warm beside me.

I am still wearing my boots and jacket, watching Stephen Fry but it is so cold in here. I might have to give in and put on the heater.

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Home again. What to do?? Angry sad triumphant, fiery, happy all at the same time. Jumbled confusion of emotions. Must find outlet. Hmmm, paint my arm for the pond "I am not waving but drowning".

Sylvia Plath. Soul sister. She didn't make it either. Will I? 51 years of not making it. I am a raging success at failure. Thrusting turbo-charged failure. If you succeed at being a failure then you must be a goddess of disaster.

A triumph of mind over matter. A lonely Hermit on a hill shining a beacon, "don't climb up this hill, unless you want to be alone and mad and rejected. Climb your own mountain, slip slide to the other side. It's only an avalanche of Yeti farts. Smoke and ashes, baby. A kiss before dying".

Aww liver spot Dalmatian came up and licked my face passionately. It was lovely. Beau got jealous but I told him to back off as I get my sweet loving where it's offered and it is not offered usually with such conviction and passion, (or it is briefly, then it is torn from Me just when I think I am onto something good!!

Ralph O’Connor: Dear Tanya Arons

Please always remember the wonderful, loyal friends you tell us about, your gorgeous doggies, and us, your FB friends who only know you online but realize what a valuable human being you are and love being in touch with you!

Me: ❤ Ralph xxx

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10.27 am at dog park cos stage 3 of another breakdown. I want to run (in my spirit) but my chest is bad and my body never was a marathon runner anyway.

Short bursts of energy, sprinting then flailing like a dying dog for weeks or months. That is me and my life. I can't even believe I am awake, dressed and out in the world this fucking early! Lmao!

Beau is enjoying the dogs. I am sitting on the ground wrapped in my biker jacket, trying not to scream.

Two Dalmatians just leapt all over me! So cute but no bloody boundaries. I just finished telling them to settle down as I have been owned by "their people, Damnations" before but Bobo came to protect/defend me from the other side of the dog park. Awww. I didn't know he cared.

He chased my two loving hounds away, with a nasty snarl that was scarier than being leapt upon and coddled by the Dalmations.

Once they left my side he buggared off to do his own thing. Nice!

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8.17 am bitterly cold morning. The ice cold floor hurt my feet. I got up to make a cup of tea. Outside is sunny but cold. I had a good sleep. Headache gone but cough still arduous. Glad I stayed home last night.

Penny is on my bed, curled beside me purring. The cold air in my bedroom is licking my shoulders but the rest of me is cocooned in my feather doona.

I am grateful to G-d for my home and warm bed. I spend a few years on a mattress on a thinly carpeted concrete floor when I lived in Loganlea and even that was a luxury compared to the thousands of people sleeping rough in the streets.

I would not survive one night like that. So I am a very fortunate woman, in spite of all my immense problems.

Terina Edwards: We have no power today because of works they are doing so I left home at 8 am 6.5 degrees. Nice coffee and chocolate orange poppy seed sclive from max been era and in the ferry to Hamilton markets.

I'm sitting outside but it's pretty nice but ice got nice warm clothes on. It's not that cold on the river. Strange but true. Reckon it was coldest at home but I never get the sun inside my place

Me: Yum. I love orange poppy seed cake. I used to bake it all the time. People at my shule (temple) used to ask me to Qmake it for functions.

I stopped making it as it got a little boring. Lol.

Tee: Oh dear. I hate bra shopping with a passion.

Me: Me too! :-(

26 June 2015

I just made Hummus from a recipe Claudia gave out on Facebook. It is delicious. Thanks, Claudia :-)

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Tomorrow I go to meet " Chopper" a 2 yr old male Sharpei that needs a home.

If he likes me and I like him. I will finally have a dog about the house.

26 June 2013

Tomorrow I get to spend some time with Jasmine. Wow! Happy Days!

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I have been very ill but I spent some quality time with Crystal today. She took me to IKEA. We had a nice time.

I got her to drive back from IKEA as I was too ill to drive. I rested at her place for 3 hours. Then we went to Coles. Watched Offspring and saw the great news that My Prime Minister is Back!

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Welcome back at the Helm of this Sinking Ship called Australia!! The Man I Voted For! The Man I am Proud to call Prime Minister!

26 June 2011

I need to go out....but no money, no wheels and although I've got the go card I don't want to go out again without money like I did yesterday, as I knew Sybil would not leave me stuck somewhere.

Living the life of a Vagrant after all these years is interesting but a tad tiresome lol. Just as well I had such a great day yesterday.

Missy Wilks: go for a walk...? Maybe DRESS UP and go for a walk?

Me: I still haven't gone out and really mood swingy, all anxious one minute then bored and frustrated the next, then lonely then ....whatever...so I'll stay home and sort out my emotions.

I have however, washed Bella who was ueber schtinky and seriously not impressed about the bath and me cutting her bumdags and trimming fur on her back area so tried to bite me , but then I gave her some treats and took her out to play ball so she loves me again.

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My beautiful Daughter Crystal visited me tonight. I was so happy as I was going out of my mind with loneliness. LOL. We went and got dinner so that was great too.

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26 June 2010

I had a lovely day at Sandgate/Brighton area and a lovely walk with Mademoiselle Bella Rosa on Shorncliffe Pier. I was bemused to discover that Miss Bella and I were literally "walking on water". So cool.

I also found a lovely Bead Shop so that was interesting also. I got to meet some lovely people too. All in all, a good day!

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