take the pressure down. doo doo, doo doo.

the other night i ran into my friend marvin, and he busted me for being a slack bitch with ABSOLUTELY NO EXCUSE for faltering on my part of our 'word-of-the-week' bargain.

and despite my inherent instinct to defend myself against all criticism, valid or not, i was forced to drop to my knees and beg for his mercy. in a mate's way. oh for fucks sake, its a metaphor, get your mind out of the gutter.

there were tears, there was cursing, there was even the threat of mutilation. but eventually i managed to convince my master (as i have now agreed to address him) to give me one last chance.

and so this week i MUST include both "digit" and "goiter" in a post, otherwise i will be forced to hang my head in shame for all eternity.

FUCK ME DEAD, PRESSURE MUCH?

by the end of this week i have to:

1) include the above words in a blog post;

2) finish two essays on feminist politics;

3) write a discussion report on the global sex trade;

4) spend 6 hours in a car with my heavily pregnant sister and sick mum;

and, the most scary of all,

4) WRITE A GUEST POST FOR REASONS YOU WILL HATE ME.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

i fear a breakdown is imminent.

if you never hear from me again, i've either been found by the police running up and down bondi beach naked, shouting "johnny farnham stole my soul", or i've grown a huge goiter(!) on the side of my neck from all the stress and am hibernating until it goes away.

always remember that i love youse all. well, most of you. some of you not so much to be honest.

goodbye. maybe forever.

la nadine