woot, i am so excited over the little things. our new work polo shirts came today, and for some reason that has made me so happy.

dont get me wrong, i like dressing up for work but i also miss the simplicity of having a uniform. i think i must be the only person in the world who loved my high school uniform- the school i went to for grades 11 and 12 was a private school and we had the daggiest uniform but i seriously loved it. the skirt was mid-calf, the hat was so preppy but cool.

but yea, not only is having work polo shirts cool, but one of them is PINK! (see moBlog pic above) and my goodness, this makes me happy.

life has been pretty shitty (cept the xmas party last friday)... just the usual breakup stuff: a good healthy dose of utter despair, regret, depression and heart-wrenching loneliness. i know it doesn't make sense as there are people around me all the time- lots of people offering to 'be there' for me, and lots more people i could easily be around... but well.... i dont know. i don't feel connected to alot of people from my past anymore. they represent a life that is no more. and my coping mechanism is to have nothing to do with anything or anyone that reminds me of this heartache.

sadly, brisbane is way too small a place to never see them again. and of course everyone is inter-linked and connected someway or another. i guess i just grin and bear it and keep thinking of that elusive 'light at the end of the tunnel'... ie the day when it doesn't hurt as much anymore. the day my stomach doesn't flip flop all over the place. the day when i dont shed a tear over my now ruined relationship with my first ever love.

gah, looks like that day is definately not today.

before this gets too emo and livejournalish, i think i'll change the topic..... uh...
bunnies.. fluffy bunnies. cute little bunnies who think everyone else has had more sex than them. teeheehee.

the work christmas party last friday was mad fun. the bowling place, Strike Bowling, was awesome and lots of fun. i haven't bowled in so long and i was fucking shocking of course. but that's ok. a bunch of us got over there on time and were getting things organised. a few more stragglers showed up... only to tell us that 13 people had crammed into an elevator with a 14 person maximum, and the elevator had broken down between the 6th and 7th floor. i hear from a little birdie that it was because someone thought it would be a good idea to jump while the elevator was moving. plus when everyone added up their weight it was WELL over the capacity.
like the little stress bunny that i am, i freaked out at the news that they would be stuck in there for 2 hours. then a couple of us took a photo drinking a tasty beer and sent it to those stuck in the elevator and i laughed my ass off. luckily, they were out of there in 30 mins so the party could continue with everyone present.

more alcohol, some tasty food, a couple of games of ten pin.... i had a blast. we then had the pool tables and arcade games room booked out and i sucked some more at a car racing game. supossedly i grossed out a couple of people with some stories, i know there was lots of cussing going on. it was agreed that bollocks was the best cuss word (mostly just when said by andrew who has a british accent), followed by the C-word. i know lots of people dont like it and when i'm not drunk i'm less inclined to yell it at the top of my lungs.... but i was drunk that afternoon, uh.. so yea.

after some bad karaoke (and it wasn't just me being a bad singer, the machine was fucked), we headed over to the casino where there was more bar tab. an evil long island iced tea and too many of those alcoholic slushy cocktails resulted in a very drunken rhiannon. i remember badly gambling (not my chips), more loud cussing, having bourbon spilt on my white shirt (oh i had spilt red wine on it during karaoke) so i was in the toilets washing my shirt in the bathroom sink. no hand dryer. shame there wasn't a wet tshirt comp, coz i would have won. hehehe

i was home before midnight and not feeling too shabby the next day. on monday we all slowly put all the pieces together from the evening and luckily nothing horribly embarassing happened. so overall i would say it was a tops christmas party. i think i was suffering from post-xmas party depression on saturday and sunday, and i'm definately up for another booze fest with work people *hint hint everyone*

check out billy's xmas party photo album and aaron's xmas party photo album for photos til i get around to putting up mine.