Spoiled California Sun Baby

My sister asked me why I haven't been posting any blogs and I told her it's because I have a life, this isn't true.  I've always had a life but this one has a month-to-month prepaid USB modem in it.  Which means I use it only for important things like stalking people on Facebook and buying shoes.  Seriously, what the fuck have I been up to? Well, I live in Melbourne, Australia where the men dress like they're in a GQ magazine and the girls think they can get away with the 'runway bun' when they go out (see below for runway bun).  I love this city but hate it's weather.  Emma got called a 'spoiled California sun baby' the other day and I said 'damn right!' But enough complaining about the weather because I do it twenty times a day.  Let's talk about the food and how amazing it is.  It's amazing.  Now the footy players and how sexy they are.  Can't be described (refer to photo below).  I'll wait till I leave Melbourne to post about my personal experiences because they range from complete opposites of the emotional spectrum and it may cause some head inflation or ego bruising.  For now I bid you farewell my handful of bean readers.

Runway Bun

Footy Player (Okay, maybe Rugby)

I wanna meet Bruce

I've decided that I want to go cage diving with great whites when I'm in Australia. It's only around $500 so what the hay. I figure once I pay that I'm gonna go down there no matter how scared I am.

Area 02012

I had a bizarre dream last night. It was my husband, three children (two sons and one daughter) and I in black space suits walking through an Australian jungle (if there are any). My family was Australian and I was still American. The children were asking me about the history of the Earth and why I talked different than everyone else. I not only didn't have an Australian accent but there was no country that they knew of with my accent because North America didn't exist anymore from some nuclear/natural/extraterrestral disaster.

Fuck you dream!