Daily Prompt – Why, Thank You?

What’s the best (or rather, worst) backhanded compliment you’ve ever received? If you can’t think of any — when’s the last time someone paid you a compliment you didn’t actually deserve?

Ahh, backhanded compliments… The staple of communications between downright bitches… Especially bitchy gays. I’m allowed to say that, I’m one of them.

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Daily Prompt: Wicked Witch

Write about evil: how you understand it (or don’t), what you think it means, or a way it’s manifested, either in the world at large or in your life.

Upon first reading this, I thought there was a number of different avenues that I could go down in response to this, but then I thought, let’s define evil first…


e·vil  [ee-vuhl]


1. morally wrong or bad; immoral; wicked: evil deeds; an evil life.

2. harmful; injurious: evil laws.

3. characterized or accompanied by misfortune or suffering; unfortunate; disastrous: to be fallen on evil days.

4. due to actual or imputed bad conduct or character: an evil reputation.


6. that which is evil; evil quality, intention, or conduct: to choose the lesser of two evils.

7. the force in nature that governs and gives rise to wickedness and sin.

8. the wicked or immoral part of someone or something: The evil in his nature has destroyed the good.

9. harm; mischief; misfortune: to wish one evil.

10. anything causing injury or harm: Tobacco is considered by some to be an evil.


13.in an evil manner; badly; ill: It went evil with him.


14. the evil one, the devil; Satan.


1. sinful, iniquitous, depraved, vicious, corrupt, base, vile, nefarious. See bad1 .

2. pernicious, destructive.

6. wickedness, depravity, iniquity, unrighteousness, corruption, baseness.

9. disaster, calamity, woe, misery, suffering, sorrow.


1. righteous.

<source: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/evil>


How many of you reading that feel as though you know of somebody, or have encountered somebody, that fits one (or more) of the above definitions? You might not necessarily relate to them as evil, instead preferring words such a bitch, moll, cunt, prick etc, instead.

Or perhaps they are more of a frenemy? 

Personally, I know of a couple of frenemies. These are the people who are nice as pie to your face, but as soon as you turn away, they would stab you in the back just as quickly. Nasty and malicious. The people who would go out of their way to divulge personal information about me, or even Hulk, in a negative light, in order to gain their trust / friendship.

Recruitment via character take-down.

Most of the time, I find it quite selfish and juvenile. Previously, it would get me quite upset, although I wouldn’t show it. I’d just whinge to Hulk about it. I would ask myself why people don’t like me? What have I done? What is it that has upset this person that much that they now feel the need to turn other people against me? Why do I feel as though I’m the only person who can see they are two-faced and manipulative? When I find myself asking those questions repeatedly, it’s a sign that I no longer need to associate with them. The less I have to do with them, the better.

But then there’s the people that they have already recruited? Great. MORE frenemies to deal with. Just what I need. 

And before you start getting all judgey on me, and start suggesting that I bring it on myself, okay, yes, I can admit that at times, I’ve had my moments where I stoop down to their level and do the exact same thing, so I’ll admit that I can be just as bad. What do you exepct? I’m a scorpio, it’s in my nature. I’m the person that you don’t want to cross. The one you don’t want to piss off. The one who will hold a grudge for a long time. The one who may forgive, but will never forget if you wrong me. The one who WILL go out of their way to take you down by revealing who you really are.

HOWEVER, on the flip side of that, I will also be your best friend. Your confidant. The one who will always be there to listen and talk to and give advice. The one who would go and visit you and see if you’re okay, rather than just say something on Facebook. I’m the one that you trust with your secrets and shame.

So I guess, even I would have to admit, that I have a tendency to be a little evil. Granted, it’s been a very long time since I last did a take-down of my own because somebody pissed me off, but I know that I have the tendency to be extremely cold and ruthless.

…just ask my ex.

Perhaps it’s not my frenemies who I should consider evil. Perhaps it’s me instead.





Daily Prompt: Come Fly with Me

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

I’m not entirely sure where it began, but ever since I was a kid, I’ve always been quite independent. I recall that during my childhood,  I was always out doing something. Down the park with some of the other kids in the town that I grew up in, or over a friends place. Curfew was sunset. Unless I was staying over for dinner. Back then we lived in this tiny little town with about 100 people in the town. I only had twenty-something kinds in my primary school which was K-6, so when I say I grew up country, I mean I FUCKING GREW UP COUNTRY, like C O U N T R Y ! ! ! ! 

We’re talking, country as in, everybody else lived out on farms. 70%+ of the families that lived in the town were all related.

…I’ll just leave you to think about that last bit for a little bit. 

I don’t want to say that they were the kissing cousins kind of people… but… oh wait, no, that’s EXACTLY what I’m saying.

Maybe I should start this again??

Hi, when I was a kid, we lived in a tiny country town that was full of inbred rednecks. A town where if you were a boy, you played football, and if you were a girl, you played netball. If you played neither, there was something wrong with you.

Wow. Okay, so this could quite EASILY turn into a major therapy series of blog posts… but we’ll save that for later. Maybe next month I’ll start my own daily post challenge – 30 days explaining why my childhood lead to me being so damaged? *lol*

what the fuck am I meant to be writing about again?? Oh yes, travel. Right, where was I going with this…?? That’s right…

My sense of independence… Yes, so, as a kid I was always out and about. Over at a friends place; down at the dam catching yabbies; riding around the dirt hills at the tip on our BMX’s… then that progressed to going on longer rides… I wonder where that dirt road goes?? I remember one ride I went on led me down all these dirt roads and paddock lanes until I arrived at a sealed road, and for a good 5 minutes, didn’t actually know where I was. Also, this was before we had mobile phones, so I couldn’t exactly call somebody and say ‘Oh hi, mum. Um, listen, I’m somewhere where I don’t know where I am. Can you pick me up?’

Nope. Sorry.

Turns out I was three-quarters of the way to the next town. Sigh. I was tired and exhausted, and now, I had to ride home. 

This was gonna take a while.

In high-school I had a couple of moments where I would think, ‘fuck this. I can’t do this right now’ (meaning school… meaning being bullied) So I’d pack a bag, call a relative in Sydney and tell them I’m catching the midnight train, and I’ll be at their place for breakfast. Then I’d spend my time heading off to do dance classes around the place and forget about all the turmoil awaiting me when I return home.

Up until 2012, I’d never left the country. The most distant place I’d travelled to was Brisbane. Then last year Hulk and I went to New Zealand. He’d never travelled overseas either, so it was a first for us. An exciting adventure, which actually turned out to be somewhat of an anti-climax. Although we travelled to NZ, we only stayed in Auckland and didn’t actually travel.

This year we did the exact same thing. Yes, it was another trip to NZ, but no adventure. Unfortunately it was full of drama, and politics, and it actually kind of ruined the fun of going to NZ for me. It’s just a shame that the people who all-but destroyed my spirit over there were all people that I know.

Thanks guys, you pack of shunts.

And guess what, there’s talk of another trip over there in a couple of months, but ideally, we’d like to head over to Fiji, or the Cook Islands or something like that. Somewhere nice and realxing… white sand, crystal clear ocean… paradise… and then on the way home, go via AKL again. Fingers crossed it’s another soul-destroying experience. *lol* Too many selfish, childish frenemies.