Dead fish on Mornington Beach
...holding up a Barbie
According to a Melbourne urban myth, Barbie dolls stripped of their itsy-bitsy clothes walk the city streets on late nights. One night, while out with Pixie, Cartman and several other visiting friends, we came across our first ever wondering Barbie. A passerby was as amused by her as us and insisted on being in the photo.
That's right! It's Gabriel Gatè!
A new pair of shoes courtesy of the half-yearly sales. Marc Jacobs. 50% off. I think I've done well.
Pixie, Gigglesworth, what do you think??
In light of recent change in work environment, that is, the new reporting line in the form of my Shag-Fiend Director (formerly known as Band Geek Manager), I wonder how the following will go down at bars and pubs:
"Hi, I need to shag you now to further my career. We might not work in the same company, but I need to shag you. Now."
I think Shag-Fiend Director is trying to live the single life through me. I got the "have a nice weekend, Polly, I expect a full report on Monday" as left my desk yesterday. She really picked the wrong person to report. So far this weekend, I have not left my bed except to go to the loo. See, I am not a fox like her. Men tend to run away from me.
Italian Stallion, per example. We had met a few weeks ago, and had quite a long conversation (one which I secretly hoped would blossom into a meaningful relationship whereby we would be the king and queen of jaw-dropping attractiveness).
My friend, Miss Unsubtlety, unaware of my acquaintance with Italian Stallion, introduced us again at a work function last week.
"Polly, have you met Italian Stallion? He's single." She said with her left eyebrow raised in bemusement.
"Oh really?" I said, raising my right eyebrow in response to Italian Stallion's availability. Unfortunately, he was not available for very long -- he promptly left our circle of madness and excused himself from the function.
My eyes followed him as his long legs carried his fine broad shoulders out of the room. Haha! You can't run that far, Italian Stallion, I thought to myself, because I am moving up to your floor next week!
Obviously, I can handle rejection and lack of interest very well. But this really provides no source for a good shagging story as requested by Shag Fiend Director. Will just have to drag myself out of bed now and go for a run. Perhaps there will be some delicious jogger going around and around and around Princes Park.
"Hi, I need to shag you now to further my career. We might not work in the same company, but I need to shag you. Now."
I think Shag-Fiend Director is trying to live the single life through me. I got the "have a nice weekend, Polly, I expect a full report on Monday" as left my desk yesterday. She really picked the wrong person to report. So far this weekend, I have not left my bed except to go to the loo. See, I am not a fox like her. Men tend to run away from me.
Italian Stallion, per example. We had met a few weeks ago, and had quite a long conversation (one which I secretly hoped would blossom into a meaningful relationship whereby we would be the king and queen of jaw-dropping attractiveness).
My friend, Miss Unsubtlety, unaware of my acquaintance with Italian Stallion, introduced us again at a work function last week.
"Polly, have you met Italian Stallion? He's single." She said with her left eyebrow raised in bemusement.
"Oh really?" I said, raising my right eyebrow in response to Italian Stallion's availability. Unfortunately, he was not available for very long -- he promptly left our circle of madness and excused himself from the function.
My eyes followed him as his long legs carried his fine broad shoulders out of the room. Haha! You can't run that far, Italian Stallion, I thought to myself, because I am moving up to your floor next week!
Obviously, I can handle rejection and lack of interest very well. But this really provides no source for a good shagging story as requested by Shag Fiend Director. Will just have to drag myself out of bed now and go for a run. Perhaps there will be some delicious jogger going around and around and around Princes Park.