New beginnings

I hate house hunting. I've been doing it for a little over a week now, sitting through interview after interview trying to gather, from a few short minutes of conversation, enough information to know if I'm going to like these people or if one day I'll awake to find one of them standing over my bed with a pillow on my face. AS is the custom when share house hunting, I've met some freaks, some lovelies, and some that I just don't get. And now I think I've found some that I'm really going to like.

I got the call last night saying we think you're cool and we'd like you to move in and would you like to come to our party tomorrow night. So I said yes and yes I'd love to and as I show up there tonight, low and behold it appears that I was one of three guests of honor. The invite to the party, I'm told, stated we were celebrating a unbirthday, a thesis, and a new flatty.

I think I'm going to like this crew but I also think I'm going to take a little moment to get used to them. Two lesbians and a fag. The fag is a cuty although we seem to have a little language barrier (Korean), it's the girls that are going to be interesting. For a start ALL their friends assume I'm queer. I'm not queer I'm just a deviant. And then there's the whole "my girlfriend's ex-girlfriend's flatmate is going out with that girl who I met through your ex-girlfriend's ex" Which really does take some getting used to.

So I bailed early on the party but I had a good time and it certainly was interesting. I'm pretty excited about Nyx getting a room of her own too. Now I just have to get going on the packing.... joy.

Welcome to the Family

It's been raining for an eternity.

When you live in a drought prone country you sometimes take for granted the endless sunshine that comes with the water restrictions. It's been raining in Sydney for about two and a half weeks and it's driving me insane. The kitchen looks like a chinese laundry with 4 of us trying the best we can to hang our washing dry in a cold damp house.

I picked up my new scooter 12 days ago and today was the first time I've reaally been able to open her up and see what she can do. I thought it best to wait till the roads dried out so that if I did get her up to promised speeds I'd also be able to stop again. I took her down the Gong via the Natio, stopping at Stanwell Tops (Bald Mount) for a stretch and a chat with some very surprised looking speed bikers. They were all strapped up in their full body leathers, colour matched to their bikes, and there I was in my big green parker, riding what looks like a little old scooty but sounds wickedly loud.

I was so sad when I lost Juanita, and even since I got my new baby I haven't been totally convinced that I'd made the right replacement choice. But now that the weather is clearing and we are getting to know each other a little more I'm really really starting to appreciate her.

Named after the godess of night and the daughter of Chaos, I'd like to welcome NYX, black PX200 rides like a demon.