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Bic is NOT a Venus Razor

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I SHOULD be too embarrassed to admit this. But should-ing yourself to death is no way to die. I want to go out in a blaze of glory where I COULD-ED myself to death because I actually believed I DID turn into a superhero and could do ANYTHING!! YAY!

I LUV the Venus razor. It’s great right? Right! Well the other day I was going to wear a skirt to a club and though I had shaved my legs that morning with my trusty Venus – I wanted a fresh shave for the night. I didn’t have time to run home so I stopped off at the store and bought the necessary ingredients for a Vegas shave (lotion and a razor.) It works like a charm!

Or at least it does with the Venus.

I was in a hurry and just grabbed a cheap-o disposable razor because my girlfriend said it works just as well in a bind.

Umm …

WRONG!!!

I bet you already see where this is going! Did you see about 40 trillion gajillion little pricks of blood all over my cut-up legs? If you did then you must be psychic! Congrats! That’s a cool superhero power. And I bet you also saw that I would NOT be wearing a skirt because of it either. A great way to save time right? I got to waste even MORE time changing clothes!!!

Life lesson? Don’t trust the people who tell you cheap-o disposable razors are ok in a bind. It’s not true.

And on a positive note I felt like a pre-teen again shaving my legs for the first time. Ah – such happy – terrible horrible very traumatic – memories.  Hooray for me!

Oh and I don’t know why but I feel the need to tell you I’m in love with the song “Day N Nite (Crookers Remix)” by Kid Cudi.

P.S.

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Tonight I’m LUVin

“I Stay In Love (Jody den Broeder Radio Edit)” – Mariah Carey
“Superstar” – Toy-Box
“Supermassive Black Hole” – Muse
“Diva” – Beyonce
“Paper Gangsta” – Lady GaGa
“Can’t Believe It” – T-Pain
“Fake It” – Seether
“Bad Girlfriend” – Theory of a Deadman

And the Akon “Freedom” album – more specificially “Be With You,” “Keep You Much Longer,” “Beautiful,” “Troublemaker,” and “Right Now.”

True Story

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OOPS!!! I wrote “Please Stop Knocking” the day it happened (and yes – yikes! – it DID happen) but I wasn’t planning on posting it (which is why it WAS listed as “uncategorized” – I’ve fixed that now – thanks t.k.foster!)  Sure I knew I had scheduled it for the future but I ALSO thought I had published it as a draft (which meant it wouldn’t actually post) … I was a little surprised to have comments on something that wasn’t supposed to publish.  lol.  Ah well – now it’s out in open.

I am ok and my flatmate arrived shortly after I wrote the post but it’s NOT the end of the story and I ended up having to spend the night at someone else’s house later in the week to be safe!  AGH!  Did it all work out though?  I’m not sure!  This happened 2 days before I left for my holiday break.  But I have good faith (fingers crossed) that all will be fine when I go back!

I’ll fill you in with the rest of the details soon but it’s too much to write in one post.  I think I’ll wait to finish this story until it ties in with “My Australian Story” because – well – it DOES tie into it!!!  Oh and if you happened to have read “The Days of My Life in Bondi 2026″ – I’ve decided I AM going to make those public again and finish that story as well.   But since my “soap opera” ALSO ties into “My Australian Story” – I’ll wait until it fits in the time line to incorporate those.  )

Per Tonya’s request however -  if you are interested – here are the original episodes from

The Days of My Life in Bondi 2026

Anyway – Mondays or Tuesdays will be the day each week that I post segments of this saga – I’ve sure enjoyed living this story (yes these stories are true!) and I hope you enjoy reading about them.  )

Please stop knocking.

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Late night.  Sunday evening.  It’s dark outside.  I’m alone in the house.  I have my laptop with me in the living room; I’m working on an essay.   Dancing with the Stars blares in the background.  I think I hear knocking.  I’m not expecting any visitors.  I ignore it.  The noise grows more intense.  Knock-knock-knock-knock.

It can’t be knocking.  My flatmates are all gone for the evening.  None of their friends would drop by unannounced.  This is what cellphones are for right?  I mean if someone needed to reach me they would surely call right?  No one surprise visits unless they are very familiar and anyone I’m very familiar with would call me after their initial knocks went unanswered.

I continue to ignore the noise.  It is definitely knocking.

It’s been over a minute now.  Surely whoever is there will get the hint and go away.

I call my flatmate.  “Umm … someone is knocking at the door but I’m not expecting anyone.  Are you expecting anyone?  Is there anyone you know who would drop by?  Because they just keep knocking at the door and they won’t go away…”

He replies, “Don’t answer the door.  Stay where you are.  Don’t go anywhere.  Whatever you do, don’t answer the door.  I’ll leave now, I can be there in 30 minutes.”

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK.  The knocking grows faster paced and more intense.  I freeze.  Something doesn’t feel right.  The knocking pauses.  I can hear my heart pounding.

It starts again.

My heart drops into my stomach.  Please, please stop knocking.  Please, please go away.  Deep breath.  I had forgotten to breathe.

My flatmate calls, “Is the knocking gone?  Don’t go outside until I get home ok?  I’ll be there soon.”

And now I wait. The knocking has stopped.  Deep breath.

A sudden unexpected memory.  “If you try and ignore me I know where you live,” he said to me. “I don’t have to answer the door,” I replied.  He smiled very calmly, “Yes but there’s always the window.”

What was that?  I must be imagining things.  There it is again.  Oh please… please make time hurry.  I look around.  There is definitely a new noise.  Oh no.  Oh please no.  Please, please, please no.  Please.

Why does it sound like there is someone outside of my window?

I’m too scared to look but I think I have to…

My Australian Story – Part 2 – A Little Background

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How did I come to be in Australia?  This is my story.  If you missed Part 1 last week you can find it here:  My Australian Story – Part 1 – First Sight

Part 2 was supposed to be “We Meet” however the meeting becomes ordinary without the little details that make it extraordinary.  I should never have been there.  That club, that crowd, that city – it was never supposed to be that way – and it almost wasn’t.  It was a series of small, seemingly random and unconnected events which pushed me into his arms.

It began with a student film.  I didn’t even know her!  Our two or three interactions had been limited to the strict structure of acquaintances who have no real desire to know each other.  So when she asked me to be in her film – I was more than a little surprised.  But how could I resist ) ??

When the filming was finished I got ready to go.  Mindless chit-chat during clean-up revealed a Vegas trip planned for that very weekend.  It had been planned for weeks but her friend had just barely canceled.  She was going to go anyway.  Maybe I would like to come?  It was my 26th birthday that weekend.  Hmm … I had plans, a party and a date but in a very uncharacteristic whim I blew it all off to go to Vegas with a girl whose last name I didn’t even know.

Day and Night One – Our first day being – well – friends!   A little hot tub time and dinner out on the town!  Our first pictures together – EVER!  [March 2008]

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The next day we went to the mall (of course we did.)  We’d been shopping for HOURs – it was time to go back to the hotel for more hot tub time.  Sheryl asked, “Do you want to go down that way?  There’s nothing down there.”  It was true.  I looked at her and said, “No – there’s just a Gap.  I hate the Gap.”  We started to walk away.

“Well,” I stopped.  “Actually … I’ll be right back.”  She looked at me like I was crazy and I walked to the end of the level and stopped.  Maybe I was crazy.  There was nothing there except for a Gap – we already knew that.  I hate the Gap.  I wasn’t going to go inside of the Gap.  I hate the Gap.  So what the H.E. double was I doing?  Nothing I guess.  So I stood there looking very solitary for a moment wondering what my deal was and then I turned around and began walking back to Sheryl.

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“Miss!” someone yelled after me – he had just come out of the Gap.  I stopped and waited for him.  “I saw you from inside the store and had to come talk to you.  I’m the VIP Host at Body English.  I’d love to have you come out to our club tonight.  Here’s my card.”

“Oh.  Ok cool thanks.  I’m not sure what we’re doing tonight but …”

“We’re hosting an MTV special tonight. You should come.  Just come to the VIP line and I’ll take care of everything.”

Body English?  We’d never heard of it.  I put his card in my purse and we forgot about it.  Plus we had promised to meet one of my girlfriends from Vegas at Club Tryst – Body English just wasn’t in the cards.

That night as we were ghetto-ing it up for the club the GF called and canceled.  Hmm … now what?  We had VIP passes to a couple places… Maybe we SHOULD give Body English a go?  After all, we wouldn’t have even had the VIP card if I hadn’t been a freak and stood all alone doing nothing for no reason at the end of the mall where there was nothing but the Gap.  I hate the Gap.

We arrived just as the club was at maximum capacity.  But lucky for us – because the guy had scouted me we were put at the front of the line and they closed the line behind us.  2 minutes later and we would have been out of luck.  And it was there, crowded and enmeshed in a throng of people that I locked eyes with HIM for one quick moment – and then he was gone.

Next Week – My Australian Story – Part 3 – Our Dance