So here I sit in that place I promised myself Id never be in again.  Malcontent.  It just took me 10 minutes to find that word.  All I wanted to say was Im the opposite of content for heavens sake sheeesh.

 

Ive had such an interesting life, often not by choice.  No wait… Id say pretty much 90% of it was not by choice. I found myself swept along.  But what a ride.  Ive seen and done the most amazing things and also experienced the worst of things… some things no one my age should have to see or hear or feel.  But there you go… you feel you live.

 

But now here I am again. Surrounded by so many blessings but feeling like I want to come out of my own skin.

 

Ive dived with sharks

Fed wild Oranguatangs in a jungle in Cambodia

Walked amongst Komodo dragons

Watched a sunrise over Angkor Wat

Drank snake wine in Thailand

Ive stared at Michaelangelos penis in Italy

Stood with my arms oustretched and face up to the sky during a monsoon at the Taj Mahal….

 

But now I find myself here again…

 

So not to be melodramatic.  I need something to do with my day thats going to make me want to wake up every morning.  Because to be fair, thats where my unhappiness lies.  I want to be like one of those women in the mattress ads.  You know… wake up, arms outstretched, and yawning with a big smile on my face, ready to face the day… Not Oh God Oh God kill me now, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease dont make me go to work…… waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… you know like for once not have Dale have to physically unhook my fingers one by one off the security gate…

 

So I ask you all…. what oh what should I do… no really I want your opinions So read and please reply… whats a girl got to do to feel alive again…

 

Some options:

 

Hulla hoop tester… hell if its crap it doesnt swing nice, you chuck it on the pile and yell NEXXXXXXXXXXXXXT! Think of the  gorgeous butt and hips Id have… and whats the worst that could happen… hullahoop hip… its a killer… but Im willing to sacrifice no wait thats NOT the worst that could happen! I could have a continuous pelvic thrust going on and get arrested in the shopping centre because people think Im trying to hump the cans of baked beans in Aisle 2….

 

Not? How bout Treadmill tester, although to be fair, I reckon every now and again youd have to get a dud… and the thought of me finding myself catapulted off a treadmill at 200kms an hour… erm… taaaaadddddaaaaaaaaaaa and for my next trick Although youd have to wear a helmet… and youd sweat… only around your head… *frowns* so I fear I may develop a somewhat shrunken head look… um no.

 

Ok so thats as far as Ive gotten…

 

Find a girl a job…. suggestions …????