One Month Post Insides Removal With Rusty Spoon...

Ooohhh - I just realised that it's a month today since I had my insides taken out with that painfully rusty spoon.

That's so long ago! It feels like an age since then. It seems kind of like it happened to a totally different person.

Reflections on life post insides removal with a rusty spoon...

• My mind has erased from it's archives what it's like to cuddle, engage in affectionate behaviour, etc. That's probly for the best I suspect.



• I have lost loads of weight. Yay! I need to engage in some serious wardrobe replenishment!



• Due to subsequent nail biting habit that resulted in stumps I am now a wearer of faux nails. I have always had a hatred for icky faux nails. I now embrace the faux nail. It's so low maintenance! I don't have to worry about painting them (pre-painted in french tip), I don't need to worry about conditioning them as they're tres tough, they don't break and I keep glue on me at all times in case one falls off! Hooray!



• I have picked up loads more shifts for my extra work and my bank balance is looking a little healthier. Keeping busy and making money. Can't complain about that.



• I started running in an effort to get my mind off my troubles. Now I hate not getting my run in. That has to be a good habit for my body!



• I'm blonde again. I don't know if it's a result of the insides removal but it's within a month of the event so I'll include it. I've had nothing but good responses. Everyone says my eyes really stand out and look extra green with the new strawberry tones. Can't be a bad thing.



• The KPP turned to dust at the bottom of the canyon it was destined to be flung into. As discussed in earlier blog entry, I'm happier for it. I'm far more evolved than I gave myself credit for as a KPP.
• After sincere reflection and listening to The Whitlams cover the brilliant Mr Bacharach's insightful poetry (see below) I'm thinking maybe the whole palava is entirely over rated. Seeing my life end as lonely spinster and decomposing rapidly due to Onion Ring's phobia of turning off the heaters seems like a walk in a squirrel infested park in comparison to the dilemmas associated with the alternative.

What do you get when you fall in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble
That's what you get for all your trouble.
I'll never fall in love again.
I'll never fall in love again.
What do you get when you kiss a guy?
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia.
After you do, he'll never phone you.
I'll never fall in love again.
I'll never fall in love again.
Don't tell me what is all about,
'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out,
Out of those chains, those chains that bind you
That is why I'm here to remind you
What do you get when you fall in love?
You get enough tears to fill an ocean
That's what you get for your devotion.
I'll never fall in love again.
I'll never fall in love again.
What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow.
So, for at least until tomorrow,
I'll never fall in love again!
I'll never fall in love again!
Don't tell me what it's all about
`Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out
Out of those chains, those chains that bind you
That is why I'm here to remind you. (here to mind you) 3x
What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So, for at least, until tomorrow
I'll never fall in love again
Oh, I'll never fall in love again