I wouldn't give you the dust off my car.

My car, the one that got hit Sept 16th, is STILL NOT FUCKING FIXED YET!

I rang both SmashCare and AAMI and let loose on them today. I am fucking sick of this. I am out of pocket at least $3000 for rental cars. FUCK THIS SHIT. I am so so so so so so so so so so goddamn mad, I am seeing spots.

That fuckstick cuntwad who hit me is going to paaaay and pay dearly.

I leave for Laos on Wednesday, so I don't need a car for 9 days. When I get back, that fucking thing better be fixed. G thinks I should sue them all - AAMI, Smashcare and the fuckwitcunt who hit me. Tempting.....

I should be packing and all I can do is sit here and Google "suing insurance companies". I have no life.

I GO TO LAOS IN 2 DAYS!!! I should be more excited. I am excited because (A) BEER LAO, (B) I get to see Emma, (C) BEER LAO, (D) TRAVEL and (E) BEER LAO!

I need out of here. Lately, even the site of shit around this place is pissing me off.

I have a job next year. YAY! I have to go see Russell on the Wednesday before I fly out and sign a contract. I am concerned, as there is talk of us combining with Research and I do not like this idea. I do not like the Research Dept Head and she is a control freak. I WILL NOT deal with her. NO. Sorry, but no.

Had a fun time at the Xmas party. Michaela changed the movies for the trivia at the last second. Boy, was I pissed.

Basically, I am in a really pissy mood and I need to leave the country NOW.

G's birthday

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUSBAND!!! He turned the big 44 today.

I gave him his b'day gift, which was really just paper. It had the printouts of the 2 tix I bought for that music festival. He was shocked. He said that he did not expect that.

We went downstairs and chatted while he smoked. I fessed up that I contacted Mark last month to set this up. I told him of the falling out that Mark and Dave had. He laughed.

Came upstairs and we booked him flights to Melbourne from 14/2 to 19/2. 5 whole days he is going!!!! Leaves on the Thursday near mid-day and returns the Tuesday at noonish. 5 whole days home alone!!! OMG!!! I am possibly more thrilled about this than I should be.

I go away. I am leaving for Laos next week. I want to tour the NT and WA this school hols. He never goes anywhere unless it's with me.

I am so happy he is happy with his gift AND is getting out to spend time with Mark.

Tonight, it's dinner at Breakky Creek Hotel. STEAK! COW! BIG SLABS OF IT!

Arriba Grill

I was so happy when a new place to eat opened in Lutwyche. So. Very. Happy.

Arriba Grill did not disappoint.

Our first trip, we ordered the bowls. Mistake on our part. While they were good, you need the burrito to get the best taste, in my humble opinion. Don't get me wrong, the bowl were fine but after having tried a burrito, the bowls pale in comparison.

Love the ordering method. Fill out a form, tell them what you want and in 2-4 mins, you have dinner/lunch.

Fresh ingredients, good tasting, reasonable prices.
Please do not ever leave Lutwyche. PLEASE!

The Crown Hotel

We go to the Crown frequently. Mostly, we go Wednesday nights for Trivia. We liked it better when Michael was hosting, but the new girl is ok.

The Crown is a nice, average local pub with slightly better than average food.

Their pizzas are good. Thin crust, good toppings, lots of flavour.

They have a few dishes (the chicken with Camembert) where they over-do the crap sauces. Ask for them on the side and it's all good.

Decent beer selection on tap, as well as Guiness and Cider. Yum!

$15 steak specials on Wednesday for trivia. YUM!

I miss the 10 meals for $10 menu. They were good because they were smaller.

The garlic bread is good, but don't go for the other breads on the menu as the portion size is insane small for the price.

Overall, I like this pub and give it 7.5 out of 10.

A conscience is like a boat or a car. If you feel you need one, rent it.

Every Friday night, I watched Dallas with my grandmother and then stayed the night with her.

I loved to hate JR, wished I was Bobby's daughter and loved the drama.

Today, I feel as though a huge part of my history is gone.

RIP Larry Hagman, you fucking bastard. I loved to hate you. I loved you in the new Dallas series. No one plays charming assholes like you did.

Larry Hagman dead at 81.

I have to wonder how they will write him out of the new series.

What's semi-ironic is that G and I had a discussion on the way home from the movies as to what was off-limits when it came to our bad jokes. He said if someone he loved died and someone else made fun of it, he'd be pissed. He tried to make a JR joke and I shot him down. DON'T FUCK WITH JR AND DALLAS MAN! I AM SERIOUS!!!

Also, I find it rather annoying that Larry's being remembered more for I Dream of Jeannie, which ran a mere 5 seasons rather than Dallas, which was on from 1978 to 1991. PRIORITIES PEOPLE!!!!

When Patrick Duffy (aka Bobby) dies, I will go into hiding. Just saying.

Also, as tribute, I may be using JR quotes for the rest of the year, rather than the Simpsons. Just so you know. 

Books

Sidney Sheldon's Angel of the Dark by Tilly Bagshawe
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

Dear 'authors' (aka Tilly Bagshawe):

1. Sidney Sheldon is dead. It's a loss but stop trying to claim to be his re-incarnation.

2. If you're claiming to set part of the story in a fucking fabulous city, GET IT RIGHT!! Hong Kong does not have a DLR, it's the MTR. It runs more on time than most other public transport in most major cities. DO NOT CUT DOWN HK PUBLIC TRANSPORT! Your story is not set in Brisbane.

3. STOP WRITING 'Sidney Sheldon' BOOKS YOU FUCKING HACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Mizu in Brisbane Birthday Dinner

My birthday dinner at Mizu in Tenneriffe was pretty damn good. When we got there, the hostess said that we could not order the Wagyu steak, which worried me, as I was sure that was what G was having. I asked if that meant all Wagyu foods were off the menu. She said that there was a Wagyu steak with soy butter on special. SIGN US UP!

After much contemplating, I went with the sushi platter. We had starters as well. OMG YUM! Edamame is possibly my fave food. It was yummy yummy.





Their gyoza was really yummy too. It could have been a bit crisper but it was nice.

We tried the ebi kushi age, which was deep fried prawn balls with a wasabi mayo. YUMMERS! G, who is not a fan of prawns even really enjoyed them!
 

The tempura was nice and light, not too oily, which is good.

G had the Wagyu with soy butter and rice. OMG it was so goddamn yummy. Melt in your mouth beef cooked in possibly the most delicious sauce I have ever had.









 I had the sushi platter. It was HUGE! I always wish that they include more tuna than they do, but that is my preference for the tuna and not so much for salmon. That said, their salmon is good. The rolls were nice and the presentation was fabulous.





We managed to finish it all. BURP!




We even had room for dessert. G had the kuragoma cake, which was a sesame cake and I had the azuki banana chocolate.



It was a good dinner. A bit expensive but really delicious. I would definitely go back there.

You're a dull boy, Billy.

Never a dull moment around here!!

Thursday, we started to have what looked like brown out moments in the house. Lights were at half power, if they turned on at all. Weird. Called Energex. They came. Turned off all power. Said they could not get to the box that they needed to get to and that they would have to leave the power off over night. SHIT!

G stayed home Friday to deal with them and the landlord. Thankfully, the rental agent and landlord gave us no grief and had someone come over ASAP to fix it all.

While waiting, we sat under the house and played trivia and chatted. Whiskey, trivia and chatting makes for a great afternoon!! :D

Saturday, we had my belated birthday dinner at Mizu. That deserves it's own post. :)

This weekend's been pissing down with rain since late Friday. FUN!

Sunday, I marked papers. G faffed about on the PC. I made dinner. I had just put the veggies on to boil when I heard voices. I thought it was someone next door. I heard someone say "I just need a place to sleep. Just let me sleep." I assumed that it was fuckwits from the back flat next door.

Boy, was I wrong.

I went to the top of the stairs and heard G talking. The voices were coming from under our house.

An aboriginal man had somehow made his way under our house and was trying to convince G to let him stay there overnight and sleep. G, being the calm person he is, just kept saying "No, sorry, you can not stay here. You can't come into someone's private property. You have to go."

The guy, who said his name was Carl, told us to call Murri Watch. 

G went upstairs to get his phone. I stayed to make sure Carl didn't hurt himself. When he saw me standing there, he got really aggravated. He called G a dick head and then called me a cunt. He said he was going to bash me. He stood up and was facing the wooden slats that separate the outside from underneath. He stumbled forward, narrowly missing the BBQ gas bottle and smashing his face into the concrete floor. He got back up and started to walk towards me, calling me names and saying he was going to bash me. G came downstairs then with his phone and the house phone. I demanded he give me the phone and I called 000.

I rang 000 and said we had a drunk, homeless, possibly mentally ill person under our house and he was threatening to bash us. He'd said to call Murri Watch and the operator said "Oh ok then" and told us to stay in the house and lock the doors. She send someone out.

G came back upstairs. He called Murri Watch. I was in the kitchen when I heard a crash. Carl had apparently tried to walk some where under the house and fell over a bunch of boxes we have down there. *sigh*

When I finally got him into a chair, he got really angry at me again and asked me why I didn't want to help him. I said I did but he didn't appear to want to help himself.

The cops came and  asked if we wanted to press charges. The one cop, who I am sure I met when we were dealing with the Phil issue, said that Carl is a known grub and if we don't press charges, he'd come back and loot the house. When I mentioned about him threatening me and calling me a cunt, G got really upset and said we would press trespassing charges but nothing else. By saying that, it means that Carl goes to the watch house tonight and court tomorrow and they had the power to arrest him.

The cops shoved him into the paddy wagon and said that if we had any problems to call them. I asked if we needed to make a statement and they said probably not. They doubted Carl would remember this in the morning or even where he was. He had no idea how he got here and where he was.

Once the cops left, we came upstairs and tried to eat.

Never a dull moment in our neck of the woods!!! O_O

Meet my cat, the asshole

I have the world's cutest and most annoying cat.

THAT'S MY CHAIR, ASSHOLE!!!!

Now, now, Homer. Can't strangle the boy on his mother's birthday. Juries hate that.

I would say that overall, this year's birthday was a success!!!

OBAMA WON! YAY! Ok, that was on the 6th November, but since I am ~*~ in the future ~*~, his re-election really messed up mah birthday! How. Rude. :P

G gave me a card, some mind-blowing sex and These. Cute! When I get my car back, I want to put one on my dashboard! His mum gave me a card with money in it. She's learning..... :P Clare and Alan gave me a Pub Trivia. They know me too well....

Dad rang and 'sang' happy birthday to me. That man CAN NOT sing. It's endearing.

G has yet to book me into a Japanese place this weekend, BUT we scored box seats at the cricket this weekend. SCORE!!!!! I really want nice Japanese too.

I'm having yet another BBQ for students Dec 2nd. Why do I DO this?

I have one student who I have to admit I will miss greatly. This kid is AWESOME. He is smart, witty, funny and 'gets it'. I love talking to him.

Set a course for hidden pirate island, AKA Hong Kong!

I spent most of last night in tears. Crying yourself to sleep at almost 41 is just fucking pathetic.

I was watching Winners and Losers and Tiffany announced she is moving to Hong Kong in the show. For a fictional character, I was flooded with a jealousy towards her I can not quite explain. HOW DARE SHE MOVE TO MY HOME!! She's not even a nice person!!! She doesn't DESERVE Hong Kong!!!!

I don't seem to fit in Australia. This place is really hard to break into. Everyone has their set of friends and that's that. Most people are not keen to meet new people....not like in HK where I was meeting new people all the time!

I am astoundingly unhappy in Australia as a country. While I love my job (surrounded by kids from HK and other non-Aussie countries), my husband and my cat, I have nothing else. I can't ring up people and go visit to cure the blues like I could in HK. Failing that in HK, I could just GO somewhere exciting. There was always people somewhere I could meet and talk to. That is not the case here.

As much as living next door to Phil was like living in a war zone, he was at least social and I could pop over, have a beer and a mindless chat and laughs.

I just want to go home. I want to be back in HK. I don't want to be here.

When I went to say goodnight to G, he knew I was bawling but I could not even articulate it to him. What can I say? Being here makes me so fucking miserable sometimes, I can't breathe? How would he react to that? He knows that he is really the only reason I am here. I feel bad that I am not more happy here, that I can't stop thinking about life in HK. My students find is fascinating that I am homesick for HK but not Canada. I've not lived in Canada since 2001. I miss Crawfooty like mad, but with recent developments with Rhonda and my family, I don't want to go back to that for longer than a month.

I SMSd Sophie and she said that she's going on a junk this weekend. *WAIL* I WANNA GO ON A JUNK THIS WEEKEND!!! *WAIL* I WANNA BE IN HK.

12 hours later, I feel as though I could still just burst into tears.

There really is not solution to this, so long as I am married. I can go back to HK for holidays, but that seems to hurt more as I eventually have to leave. I can't move back because G would never come with me. Although, we did ok with the LDR thing in ways. At least this way, I would be less frustrated about the complete and total lack of sex I am getting, since he would not be in the same country. When *I* think about moving back, all I can see are the good things about it...more money, my friends, HK freedom, better travel to SE Asia. I know from G's point of view, all he would see is the bad side...he'd not be able to afford our place on his salary alone, we have the car to pay off, we have Harry, he'd miss me. I'm not saying I would not miss G, because I would, but right now, I feel like I am missing ME and that is fucking unfair.

Fucking Winners and Losers. Y U HAVE TO MENTION HONG KONG AND GIVE ME THE SADS?!?!

A very... thoughtful gift... But it's a surprise!

Someone else on my F-list was talking about how it would be nice if her husband did something for her birthday.

I seem to go through this every year. I know I did last year, when I turned 40. G did nothing. I feel like a loser planning my own birthday.

While I know if I do, at least it will get done, I would like to think that my husband gives two shits enough to know me well enough to plan something.

I don't even want a gift. I don't need any more shit in the house. What I need is 30 days of sex and a nice dinner out. I did mention the sex thing and he just laughed. I AM FUCKING SERIOUS!!!!

I feel completely unappreciated. I thought about his gift for a long while, when it became apparent that he was not going to get his own tickets to the festival. I feel that if I send him a list of places I might like to go and let him pick and leave it to him to choose a time/place, I am still doing all of the heavy lifting. He just has to pick a restaurant/time and make a reservation.

PLUS I AM NOT GETTING MY 30 DAYS OF SEX. This once a week thing is bullshit. BULLSHIT.

The irony in all this is that I am not big on surprises (re: MIL's shit gift last year!) and yet, I would like him to do SOMETHING that shows that he knows what I would like. To his credit, he did suggest sushi, which he knows I could live on.

I dunno. I should not be making a big deal of this. I do this to myself every. fucking. year. What's the definition of insanity? ME!

My birthday falls on a Wednesday, so we could/should go to trivia. I also know that Wednesday is my hell day at work and therefore, I am usually too tired to want to really do anything. I wouldn't mind spending my actual B'day with Alan, Clare, Joe and Anna. They're good people.

Last night, I looked at Japanese restaurants in BNE that I would like to try. What do I do? Send G an email outlining the places to go and suggest that he choose one? Pick one and just do what I always do and plan everything myself? Let it go and just be miserable?

I fucking hate this.

Hey, Simpson. I'm feeling a might peckish. Mind if I chew your ear?

The zombie walk was yesterday. Was not as much fun as last year. Not sure why. I'm annoyed ever so slightly that I spent money on the festival tix and didn't go in.

Also, I had an awesome costume.

Saw 2 of my students. One did not recognise me but the other did. Always fun.

If you are not on Facebook, here's some photos.

G teaching me how to swing a bat.

Getting ready....that ball was HEAVY!

Getting there....

Having a rest, letting my arm oooooze....

Full blood. I truly hit this one for six!!

Up close and personal

Unimpressed chat is unimpressed....

I already have an idea for a costume for NEXT year....although I would like to re-visit the cricket one again. I have the whites now.

I am SO tired today after the weekend. We also had the student dance on Friday night. The theme was Western.


Lorraine and I

Unimpressed cowgirl is unimpressed

More dressing up this weekend too!! Nothing too fancy/bloody, which is good. I could be a normal cricketer. Nah, that's boring.

I really just want to go home and snuggle with Chat and G all night. /sookiness

You know that feeling you get when a thousand knives of fire are stabbing you in the heart?

I should update.

G seems ok. He has a doctor's appointment Friday AM so he will chat with the doc about what he needs to do. He's drastically cut back on his smoking (wearing patches and chewing gum). I'm waiting for the "non-smoking bitch" shoe to drop. :P He's also going to talk to the doc about this cholesterol thing.

All in all, he seems ok and that's good. I think this freaked him out more than he wants to admit. I don't know if he told his mum about it this weekend but he did tell me not to call her Friday night when he was in hospital overnight.


Work is work is work. I am flat out with marking and it's OMG BORING at times. I do love it when I get something funny tho. We've been sharing OMG LULZ things students have said. So far, from a report on gun control laws, this is the winner:

"95% of survey participants said that they had never been murdered before."

The other 5%?

My darling Harry has been OMG VOCAL lately. WTF CAT?!?! Just do what cats do. Lay there and sleep. Fucker was mewling and moewing this AM. Woke me up, TWICE. When I got up, he was sleeping next to G on the box he likes. So I poked him repeatedly. Wake ME up, will ya??!! Fucker. Is this because I cut back his dry food to 1/8 cup in the AM and PM before bed? I wonder....


This weekend, we have the student ball and then the Zombie Walk. YAY DRESSING UP! YAY GETTING BLOODY! I have my costumes for both. The student ball is a Western theme. Sure hope that does't offend cowboys. HYUCK! I love Halloween but all this costume wank is fucking annoying. I am going to LOVE my Zombie walk costume. I hope it works the way I hope it does....and does not offend any Aussies. *eye roll*

G has another bromance date tonight. Oh my does he get crusty when I say that!! Tee hee. He and Alan are going to see some Led Zepplin thing. *shrug*


Sachin Tenduklar is up for an Honorary Order of Australia. Sachin is possibly one of the best batsmen ever in cricket, after Don Bradman. HOLY RACIST PANTIES IN A TWIST, AUSTRALIA!!!! Y'all need to build a big ol' bridge and get the fuck over it.

Brisbanetimes? You suck for the wording of this poll:
http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/opinion/political-news/australia-honours-tendulkar-20121016-27oi7.html

"No, it only encourages them."

OH HELL NO! NO! NO!

CourierMail, you are no better with your poll...or the fact that most bogan fuckwits said he should not receive it.

Can I go home now? I'm so so so so so so so tired. I just want to sleep.

If the passengers will look to their right, you will see a sad man.

I am sad sad sad.

Can you see this pic?

This is Jonny and Simone's flat. EMPTY! They are leaving Hong Kong FOR GOOD. WHO DOES THAT?!?!?

I spent so much time in this flat. So much. So many laughs and tears and drinks and dinners. Passing out on the couch after wine and movies. Pass-the-parcel for Abby's birthday. So. Many. Memories.

Bethany posted that pic and I cried. Big fat tears.

My friends are not allowed to leave HK! NO!

I am happy that they moved to New Zealand as they are a bit closer, but it's not Hong Kong!!!

:( :( :(


Troy posted on his FB that he lost a good, old friend this weekend, Melvin. That could only mean Melvin Cleveland. That makes me sad. Melvin was a loveable old coot and crusty but he had a heart of gold and would give you the shirt off his back.

RIP Melvin, you cranky old goat. I love you. I thought of you often, even tho I have not seen you since 1998.

Sad post is sad.

Howdy, neighbors! May I spray you with the hose in a playful fashion?

Is it me? You'd tell me if it was me, right? You wouldn't lie to me, would you?

New neighbours. Landlord said they would be better than the last ones.

The ones beside us took less than a week to have a blow out. Now the young couple in there fight DAILY. LOUD SHOUTY SCREAMING FIGHTS. OMG!

I LOVE YOU JESS, BB, NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!
I AM BLAMING YOU FOR THIS FIGHT. GREAT! I'M BLAMING *YOU* FOR THIS FIGHT!
JUST FUCK OFF AND GO STICK A NEEDLE IN YOUR ARM!

The couple at the back? Moved in Saturday afternoon and were fighting by 8pm. Not the "You jerk, you slammed my hand in the corner when moving a bed" type fighting. The type where he slams things, she begs and pleads and cries and it sounds like things are breaking.

I swear, suburbia is looking better all the time.

When G came yesterday, I told him what I heard Monday AM. He said "Ah honey, why don't we have those fights?"

Why? We're fucking adults? The kids next door can't be more than in their early 20s. She's knocked up and he appears to not have a job. Awesome. Young, dumb and full of....

This is what prompted the ML post. We don't fight. I always worry when married couples say that, but we don't. We don't have issues that keep bubbling up. I know there are things I do that annoy him. I know *that look*. He does things that annoy me as well. Rhonda and Troy used to Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I was there for a few. I also thought "Well, better out than in, right?" Apparently not. 20 years later, look where she is. I dunno man. I just don't know.

SERIOUSLY THOUGH?! Can we just have nice neighbours JUST ONCE!?!? I had the screaming hellion children in HK and now I am dealing with what sounds like borderline spousal abuse in Australia. If it wouldn't come back on me, I'd call the cops every fucking time they started up.

Why can't I have nice neighbours who love each other in a non-verbal way?

First the good news: two of your kids are not locked in the car.

It's a fairly well known fact I do not want/like/tolerate kids.

OH BUT YOU'RE A TEACHER!!!!!

Yes...I know...but those little darlings GO HOME at the end of the day. And they don't snot all over me.

Today, I posted in TQC...something I have not done in a while.

http://thequestionclub.livejournal.com/110275101.html?thread=3027932445#t3027932445

I want to reply. I do. But. But. But. No.

What I wanted to say was:

Yes, I'm sorry if that makes me a horrid person in your eyes, but him having a kid pop up right now would change EVERYTHING and I am honest enough with myself and with him to say that NO, that is NOT ok. It's harder for him to say that to me, since it would be more or less impossible to forget giving birth, but the same holds true for him. We are fairly staunch CF-ers and that is a HUGE ASS DEALBREAKER.

If he didn't know, I'm annoyed that she withheld that info.
If he did know, I am extremely pissed he withheld that info from me.

BUT....I know enough about Lutine as a poster to just not engage.

As my Facebook post said....thank GOD for the delete button!!!

Are you saying you and Barbara are bad neighbours?

2 days. This must be some sort of record. New neighbours moved in 2 days ago and already, there is fighting, shit being broken, threats being made and angry voices. 2. Fucking. Days. I miss the old house. I miss not having neighbours.

This makes me want to buy a house far far from the city, in a suburb where I might have to deal with soccer mums and kids. I am hating this place right now.

The new neighbours? They looted the back flat as well. The cleaners were in there the other day. We took a walk through afterwards, being totally nosy, as they left the door open. It's a wholly depressing place that is barely one step up from a jail cell. Sad. Very sad place. The newbies took the fridge, couch and possibly the world's most disgusting bed. The first neighbours, Paula and Darrel, were not great, but they are better than this lot. I'm almost tempted to ask Phil back.

*sigh*

My week 'off' was ok. I worked 2 days. Had to go to Madagascar 3 on the Friday with Nathan and then spend a lovely evening with MIL. Why do people make me do this? The movie was ok. Gold Class was an experience. I would never pay that for a regular movie, considering the shit that they usually show.

Had lunch with Xavier on Thursday at Trang. YUM!!!

Finished Breaking Bad this AM. Now on to Dexter. I am slow. I am liking that my shows started again for fall. Missing Dallas.

I'm reading the first of the Nikki Heat books and I must say, it's fucking awful. WOW.

Watched World's Greatest Dad last night. What a fucked up movie that is.

Ooh, you're mad when you're angry.

I am so fucking angry right now.

All of this, the events of this past weekend, have just cemented it.

Since being forced to leave HK, it's just one thing after another. It makes me feel as if Australia's just cursed me.

1. Lack of jobs
2. 7 months of hell in Roma
3. Getting hit by a car
4. Having shit luck with neighbours
5. Falling at work
6. This car accident
7. My husband's complete and total lack of interest in me sexually
8. Finding out the dickhead who hit me has NO COMPREHENSIVE INSURANCE

None of this would have happened if I had stayed put in HK. None of it.

I am so goddammn angry right now, I could spit bullets. I am fucking fed right up.

My husband mentioned to Clare that he was concerned about us being carless because we're meant to take our nephew to the Gold Coast next week. HELLO? THAT is the only fucking thing you're worried about? Not that we're carless and it's inconvenient as fuck in this hellhole city. No. He's worried because we can't take Nathan out of my MILs hair for a day. Last I checked, asshole, *I* am the only one of us who drives. Go ahead. Borrow a car. How're you gonna get it to the Gold Coast?

He's off work all this week. Stress/trauma from the accident. He's bruised but not badly hurt. Except his mind. It won't let him forget the accident. And me? Back at work. He thinks I must be a-fucking-ok with all of this, since it's totally possible to just borrow someone's car and drive around now. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??????? We have skid marks in front of our house about 6 feet long from this fuckhead. I see them every time I walk out. He's barely left the house all week. None of this matters when it comes to next Friday though. WE HAVE PLANS DAMMIT! I am willing to bet dollars to donuts, if these were MY plans, he'd be cancelling. Can't allow me to do anything remotely fun, can we? If you think I am taking 2 buses to go over there on one the few days off I have next week, think again. 

I rang insurance to find out what to do about hiring a car, if needed. We have 10 days at $20 with our insurance. I asked about making a claim against fuckhead's. They said that according to their records, he is with Suncorp and I should call them. I did. Turns out, fuckhead only has CTP (Compulsory Third Party) insurance. THAT'S. IT. The repairs to our car? He has to pay out of pocket. If we wanted to get money back for medical/rehab/travel expenses, we'll have to take him to court. I. Am. Furious. FURIOUS.

We worked out costs for the next 6 weeks. SmashCare said they might have the car ready by October 30th. 6. Fucking. Weeks.

What we will be out of pocket:

A) Buses to/from work for 6 weeks for both of us + 2 doc's visits ~ $400
B) Buses + docs + 10 days car hire ~ $650
C) Buses for G + docs + 6 weeks car hire ~ $1400 - $2100 (depending on the car hire company)

Cost to repair our car? No idea. Whatever the cost is, that fucking idiot who hit me has to pay it out of pocket. I'm guessing well over $10k.

When I am not so fucking angry, I think that we can easily pay $2k to get a car and be mobile, that this idiot has enough to worry about with the repairs to our car that he has to pay. On the other hand, I want that fucker to PAY for this!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not just the repairs. For every ounce of inconvenience this is causing me. For how angry and nervous it makes me feel now.

I am hating life right now. HATING IT. I am so tempted to hire a car and drive myself out of this hole. Better yet, buy a ticket and fly myself out. Fuck this place. Fuck it in the ear.

Buh, Buh, buh, look where you're goin' ya idiot.

Pics of the car. If your on my FB, you should be able to see them. If not, give me your name and I will add you.

SEE! See the left blinker on?!?!?!? &^&%W&*^!%#^%!@#%!@&^$*@!#&^!!!!!!!!!!!!

:( :( :(

Is this gonna be a write off? I hope not......



We're both taking the day off. I am eventually going to go see the doc up here at Lutwyche just so I have a record. The hospital didn't even give G a day off. WTF?

His mother went to see him at the hospital. He had no reception AND his battery was dying, so it was hard to reach him. By the time I was sorted and calmed down, he was on his way home. I feel like a bad wife, being here, but what would I have done there???

Also, Phil was home when the crash happened, which alerted the cops as well to the issues there. He was drunk, ranting, screaming and being a pain. Eventually, he pulled out ALL OF THE FUSES to the house and left, leaving them with NO POWER. What?!?!?

I can't even....I should have called the cops when I saw him there again...or told the ones that were talking to me what happened. One of them did ask me how our neighbours were and I did admit that we had JUST returned from the copshop from making a statement against them for the domestic last week. *sigh*

I need to go call 2 doctors now. YAY! FUN!

The same Homer Simpson who crashed his car through the wall of our club?

FUCK ME! I will be swearing A LOT in this entry.

I am so goddamn mad right now.

Some fuckhead broadsided our car as I was turning into our driveway. MOTHERFUCKINGCUNTWADASSHOLEFUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We were coming home from giving a fucking statement to the cops about the fucking drama here the other night. We were just pulling into the drive way when WHAMMOOOOOOOO!!!! Some fuckwit broadsides us.

Here's a pic:

My car line is the white one. His line is dark blue. The PINK LINE is the FUCKING BIKE LANE THAT YOU DO NOT PASS IN! See the problem?

FUCK!

I indicated I was turning left into my drive. HE CAME UP MY LEFT SIDE AND BROADSIDED ME BECAUSE HE WAS TOO IMPATIENT TO WAIT 12 SECONDS.

The ambos came quickly as did the tow truck. I had the 000 (Aus version of 911) woman talking to me, the tow truck guys talking to me and the paramedics all talking to me at once. &^@&^%&^@!#!!!!!! What day is it? IT'S FUCK OFF AND LET ME THINK DAY! I'm in shock, yes. G is hurt. It smashed into HIS SIDE OF THE FUCKING CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The screech of the truck drivers tires and the crash brought all the boys to my yard. Seriously. We had ooglers. Fuck off. My neighbours came out. PHIL CAME OUT. Phil!!!! He's meant to be the hell outta here. FUCK!

Cops showed. Gave them statements. JFC I JUST LEFT THE COP SHOP!!! MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

G has major bruising down his left side. He's at Royal Brisbane Hospital right now. I should be there, but I needed to deal with the cops and insurance and cats. I called his mother and she is on her way there. I don't know if I want to be there. He's just waiting and if that is all, what can I do?

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Our car could be write off. It's not even a year old. We're still paying for it. The one bright side is that after talking with my insurance people, they've assured me I am not at all at fault. That's fabulous...BUT I AM STILL WITHOUT CAR AND MY HUSBAND IS HURT!!!!!!!!!

Also, I checked the info shithead gave me. Didn't even bother to give me his rego or licence number. TWAT!!! I gave him everything AND IT WASN'T MY FAULT!!!!!!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wife of the year here...on LJ when my husband is in hospital. I just.....don't. Even. &*^@!&^(#%&@!^%$(@!^$&^!%@$(&^@!%$^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yessir, looks like we got ourselves an old-fashioned car chase!

630am. I should be in bed. Harry, the doll, woke me up. Then I heard what I thought was a crash, so that spooked me.

As far I can tell, Phil's not returned to his house. His girlfriend, Sue, lives on the Northside, but up near Virginia. Since he doesn't (or rather shouldn't) drive, if he wants to come back, he'd need to come back with her. I do hope she has the sense to hide all her keys and keep him the fuck away from here.

Phil's an angry angry man. I know that. I have seen it. He is a large solid man too. No slowing him down if he gets pissed off. Tia reckon's he's been on the speed as well lately, not just the booze and pot.

I'm going to go to the cop shop tomorrow. I am debating if I should tell them what I know about a supposed car chase that might have been a catalyst for this meltdown.

A week or so ago, I was having a chat with Phil. He'd just mowed our yard, so I went to pay him and have a beer. He was telling me that a couple nights prior (possible Father's Day, which is early September here), he took Lee's car and he and Damo went out in the early morning (2am or so). Phil's not had a licence for aaaages. He's had 13 DUI convictions. THIRTEEN!!!! O_O  He claims that he went to the servo for snacks and smokes and when they were leaving, since Lee's car is a former cop car, he started bagging on it, smoking tires and fishtailing. He claims it was not until he was right beside the unmarked cop car that he noticed the cops. This lead to a car chase.

He claims the chase started at Abbottsford Road and continued down the ICB. Now, Phil was pretty hammered while telling me the story, so it was hard to follow. I thought he said he turned off at Hale Street, after the cops had chased him down the Bypass. He claimed that the cops backed off at one point and he thought he was 'in the clear'. He also claimed that when he got to the exit, there were 3-4 cop cars waiting for him, at which point he turned a U-turn at 160km/hr and went back up the Bypass to home.

Not to ruin a good story *cough*, but I have been desperately trying to figure out where this could have happened, since none of the exits off the ICB allow you to immediately get back onto the ICB. I let him tell his story and just made the appropriate Oh WOW faces and concerned grunts.

Last night, Tony told me that Phil's going to jail. Apparently, this car chase thing DID happen. Perhaps not as Phil recalls it, since he had drank 9 boxes of wine and been smoking cones all day prior to taking the car out. Tony said the chase went down Gold Coast way, which would make sense. The reason that the cops backed off is that they had pics of the car, the details of Lee (who owns it) and they were going to go pay her a visit.

2 days ago, Lee came over to Phil's. She said that the cops had been in touch with her. She wasn't taking the rap for this, so she gave them Phil's name. This lead Phil to lose it. All along, Phil's been saying that the ONLY thing that matters to him is his dog, Pippa. If he goes inside again, he needs to know she will be cared for and looked after.

Tony said last night that Phil knows he's caught, that he's going away. The only thing he cares about is his dog. He destroyed all his worldly possessions so that he will have nothing when he goes away. Why he felt the need to trash Tia and Polly's stuff is beyond me. Damo's room is SPOTLESS. Untouched. O_O

Tia said that rent was due yesterday. They have the cash. They'd not given it to Phil in the morning since they went to work at 5am and got home at about 7pm. At about 630pm, Phil started hauling all of their stuff outside, breaking precious memorabilia in the process. Phil wrote them a note saying "I ASKED FOR RENT AND YOU DIDN'T GIVE IT TO ME!" They were at work, you asshole!!! JFC!!

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When Tia and Polly got home, Phil was just pulling out of the yard with Sue in the car. They didn't even stop to talk. I'm kinda glad they didn't, otherwise, I fear we'd be in hospital visiting Tia and Polly.

My heart just hurts for Tia and Polly. That place is unsecured and not safe at all. They took the airbed and some blankets there last night but the place is SMASHED!!! Glass everywhere!!! I do wish they had stayed here. I understand that they want to try to be normal and not impose but it's just not cool what happened.

The landlord? Well, he's a prize catch too. Tia asked him to come over and see the damage, since it's his property. He couldn't make it happen last night. O_O Then he asked if it was ok to expect Tia, Polly and Damo to keep up the rent payments and they would put them on the lease and work out how to remove Phil. Tia said he'd need to go to the RTA (Rental Tenancies Authority) and the guy sighed. WTF DUDE!?!?!? A tenant just DESTROYED your property AND threatened to come back and burn it down today. DO SOMETHING!!!!! I am glad we have our rental through an agent for once.

Well, I'm off to a staff meeting. YAY! :P

Whoa, careful now. These are dangerous streets for us upper-lower-middle-class types.

Tonight was fun. *cough*

I've never had to make a statement to the cops and I will have to this weekend.

My neighbour LOST IT today. LOST. IT.

In order not to forget what I heard tonight, I typed it up.

September 13th, 2012

Tonight, our neighbour, Phil, wilfully damaged his rental property.

At about 1745, I heard loud voices, cussing and heavy footfalls in the flat next door to us. It was clearly Phil’s voice and he kept yelling “Fuck!”  and other curse words repeatedly.

I was prepping dinner and was in our kitchen, which faces the property next door. Our window was open. I could hear the yelling but could not see into their flat.

Shortly before 1800, I heard a very loud crash and the sound of breaking glass. More yelling and cursing followed this. There were more loud crashes, followed by the distinct sound of breaking glass and crockery, which went on until about 1830.

At one point, Phil came outside and made a phone call. I heard him say that he had had enough of this shit, that he was going to turn himself in, find someone to care for his dog and just be done with it. He told the person on the other end of the phone that he had already trashed his flat.

He went back upstairs. I could hear footfalls and raised voices, but nothing crashing.

At about 1840, I heard the voices of children outside and realised the Phil’s friend Sue was at the property. I was concerned about the kids and was going to go next door and see if they wanted to come to mine while Phil threw his tantrum.  However, given how angry he sounded, I was reluctant to go over. I stood downstairs with my husband for a bit.

Phil was at the back flat, talking to his neighbour. I heard him yelling, saying he was ‘fucking sick of this shit’ and he was leaving. He said he would be back tomorrow to burn the place down.

I noticed Sue in the car. After talking to his neighbour, Phil loaded his dog into Sue’s car, got into the passenger side and they drove off. As they exited the property, I heard Tia, one of the other flatmates, yell at Phil. She wanted to know why he tossed their belongings onto the footpath.  As far as I could see, Sue did not stop the car to talk to Tia or Polly and they drove off.  I did not witness Phil putting their things on to the footpath.

After this, I went next door to see if they were ok. I wasn’t sure if they had been home throughout Phil’s tantrum. All of their belongings had been chucked on the footpath and many items were broken. There was broken glass all around their belongings. Polly said that the entire inside of the house, save Damien’s room, was trashed and there was broken crockery all throughout the kitchen.  At this time, Tia rang the police to report what had happened.

My husband and I offered them some boxes to help get their items off the street and grass. I went into the house with Tia and took some photos of the damage for recording purposes. Their room was totally empty, save a broken dresser and shattered glass. There was a hole in the wall as you walked into the property. In the hallway, there was a broken jar of sauce and some other foodstuffs strewn about. The kitchen was a disaster, with almost every plate and cup smashed, cutlery and food spilled all about the floor.

Phil’s room was destroyed. He had smashed his flat screen TV and his stereo.  There was debris all over the floor.

While in the house, I was speaking to another neighbour who said that Phil had recently been told by a friend of his that he could be going away to jail again.  Phil had apparently borrowed her car, which eventually lead to a bit of a chase by the police. When Phil was told of this, he knew he would go back to jail and he became very irate. I am not sure if this is what he meant when he said earlier that he would ‘turn himself in’. Earlier in the week, he’d been telling me a story about how he lead the police on a bit of a chase through Brisbane and down the ICB but it sounded all rather fantastic.

We packed up Tia and Polly’s belongings, moved them under our house and waited for the police to arrive to talk to them.

As of 2300 September 13th, Phil has not returned to the property. Tia and Polly are at the house now for the night.

After all of this, we invited Polly and Tia and their mate Alan back to ours for tea/beer/food/shelter. They refused to stay here overnight. They have my number and I will be home tomorrow from 11 to help out if needed.

JFC PHIL! I have his mobile number and am sorely tempted to SMS him and give him a piece of my mind.

Sad thing is, he won't remember shit in the morning.