Daily Prompt – Feeling Fancy

You’re given unlimited funds to plan one day full of any and all luxuries you normally can’t afford. Tell us about your extravagant day with as much detail as possible.

So… how am I meant to do all different things all over the world, when I’ve only got 24hrs in a day, and it can take 18-20hrs just to get from one country to the next?

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9 Dec – Post-Break-Up Movie

Your best friend just broke up with her partner. What movie do you bring over to get her through that first night?

Hmmm, there are a few different ways you could tackle this…

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Daily Prompt – One At A Time

Today, write a post about the topic of your choice — using only one-syllable words.


Much stress. Much gifts.

I wrap gifts like a boss. Matte wraps and fun bows.

Smooth like silk with a bit of sheen. Scotch tape makes it soeasy.

Hard to make bows are,

well, hard, but look great when done

– if you can get it. Gifts for him and her and them

but none for me. All my gifts are cocoa-based. And so YUM!

They say I’m hard to buy for, but I’m not.

It is so easy. Gift cards make it so. When in doubt, cards

for tunes can sort it out, and I get to buy what I like. I say cards are good,

but some say they are not. I love tunes, so it is good for me, but not for those who do not

like tunes. Try a film gift card instead.

We all like a good film now and then.





Daily Prompt – Recently Acquired

What’s the most important (or interesting, or unexpected) thing about blogging you know today that you didn’t know a month ago?

It’s interesting to think about the previous month and the interactions that I’ve had with not just my blog, but the blogs of other people, and I’ve realised just how time consuming blogging can be.

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Daily Prompt – Make It Anywhere

“If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere,” goes the famous song about New York City. Is there a place — a city, a school, a company — about which you think (or thought) the same? Tell us why, and if you ever tried to prove that claim.

I had that thought when I moved to Melbourne when I was 19.

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3 Dec – Happy Foods

What food always makes you feel happy while you’re eating it?


All of the caek. Get it all in mah belleh, and then let me have a big sleep afterwards.

This artwork by Allie Brosh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com.au


And if you haven’t heard of it before, you need to get on that shit IMMEDIATELY, because it’s FUCKING BRILLIANT!!

Daily Prompt – Not For Thee

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received that you wouldn’t give to anyone else? Why don’t you think it would apply to others?

I really shouldn’t comment on this…

I’ve both given and received all kinds of advice – but predominantly not even taking my own advice, even when I know that it’s right, and I should – I still don’t and I simply cannot work out why. Why do I continue to go against all my better judgements?

So even if I was given advice, it probably wouldn’t apply to anybody else because it would probably be so explicitly directed only at me, no doubt for being so apprehensive or stupid.



700th Post – Christmas!



First and foremost… this is my 700th post. That came around REALLY quickly… and will perhaps be the last major milestone for quite some time, as I’m planning to move from daily to weekly prompts, focusing purely on creative writing.

But that’s going to be explained in a later post… instead, I’d like to talk about the reindeer elephant in the room…

It’s that time of the year again… bah humbug.

Currently in the office, everybody is going batshit crazy because there was a mistake with the Kris Kingle allocations amongst the staff, and heaven forbid, a couple of people have ended up with *gasp* TWO k.k. gifts this year… and some have ended up with none.

It’s a complete tragedy, and nobody seems to know what to do with themselves, because they’ve worked themselves up into such a state about it. And all of this after somebody decided to lose their shit over the fact that there are two completely identical parcels under the tree of the same size (DUN DUN DUNNNNN), and wrapped in the SAME PAPER!!

I know, I’m just as horrified… IT’S A K.K. GIFT… CALM THE FUCK DOWN, BITCHES!!

All week I’ve been fielding questions from people about what present they should get for another person in the office – even people who should already know the answer to this question – you’ve worked with them for how long now? And you STILL don’t know what they like? It’s unbelievable.

Currently there is more chocolate sitting in this office than there would be in the local supermarket – granted, majority of it is currently sitting under my desk waiting to be wrapped and distributed amongst all these… people.

I’m so unprepared for Christmas this year. I’ve bought no presents yet, I don’t even have a list of who I’m needing to buy presents for – it’s become so last minute, it’s disgraceful. Last year, I had most of my xmas shopping already done, and I did it all online so I didn’t have to go and deal with thousands of fuckwit shoppers wandering around a shopping centre, buying up absolutely everything, just in case it’s the last Christmas on Earth, on the off chance that a giant meteor is going to completely obliterate us all.

…but of course, that only comes after you’ve spent almost an hour driving around the car park, screaming at fucktard drivers who seem to have magically forgotten what driving is and what ‘ONE WAY’ means. That in itself is enough to turn me completely off going anywhere near our local shopping centre. It’s bad enough that on a normal Saturday, the traffic in almost every street leading to Knifepoint Highpoint is banked up for blocks and blocks and blocks. It’s actually so much easier to just walk there from our house, and the truth is, you could probably get in, do your shopping, and get out, before some people have even made it to the entrance of the car park.

It’s a fucking nightmare.

I really just want to complete write-off Christmas this year. I’ve reached a point where I just can’t deal with it anymore. It’s not about the festive spirit anymore… it’s about chocolate;  food, and waaaay too much of it; eating (and then complaining about eating too much – here’s a hint: PUT DOWN THE FUCKING FORK!!); shopping; attempting to make everybody else around you happy whilst you go completely broke or into debt; family obligation; and the most stress that most of us have had to deal with all damn year.

I want nothing to do with it.

This year it’s about Xmas parties. People banging on about how they need to see you before Christmas, with the kind of urgency usually reserved for somebody going off to war… like if they don’t see you before xmas, they’ll never see you again. Honestly, I wish some people would actually take that approach.

This is the first year that I haven’t been able to spend xmas with my mum. Conveniently enough she’s been on my case saying how lovely it would be if I could spend Christmas with her and my brother, because the three of us haven’t spent a christmas together for over ten years now… thanks for that, Mum. #ChristmasGuilt.

Instead, I’ll now be spending my Christmas eve (which I have always spent celebrating with mum) with Hulk’s family instead, followed by the usual massive lunch & dinner on Xmas day. I don’t even really want to do that. I would much prefer for Hulk and I to stay home and actually have some down time for a change, rather than running all over town dealing with stress and chaos.

Hopefully, whatever you are doing this Christmas, it’s not filled with as much stress and resentment as mine is. And we’re still a week away… *ugh*. A lot can happen in a week, and I’m anticipating that it’s all going to turn to shit quite rapidly.

We’re having our office christmas party tomorrow, and even that has blown out to some huge event rather than just a simple staff luncheon, and people flipping out about who’s organising which foods, and why this wasn’t ordered and that was ordered instead, and there isn’t going to be enough of this etc etc. Ironically, my understanding was that we were originally just going to all organise our own take-away lunch instead, and just sit down together for a few drinks and some presents and speeches etc… but no.

Nothing is ever that simple.