tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57331412011-08-29T05:34:45.787+10:00The musings of an inner-city, wild haired gal embarking on a new life journey... Get real, get an opinion, and get involved with Lola WolfLola Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18368459994493517348noreply@blogger.comBlogger4861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733141.post-1129371662802115932005-10-15T18:12:00.000+10:002006-12-27T10:35:49.613+11:00

Last night Lix and I went out on the town. I was feeling sexy, confident and ready for anything. Did anyone see the Moon here in Melbourne last night?We went from one odd venue to another, there was something about last nights vibe everywhere we went. People just generally seemed stagnant and 'too cool for school'. Just as we were ready to call it a night I started talking to a handsome stranger.

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I am unemployed. I am not sure if I love it or hate it. Boredom is a constant evil to negotiate. The thing I hate most about being unemployed is the tiresome job interviews. They are demeaning and mainly far from constructive."Lola, tell us about a time in your previous position when you demonstrated good organisational skills""Well how about turning up for work on time? Or training my bladder to

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I was trying with all my might to avoid a debilitating flu that was taking prisoners throughout my friendship group. Everyone was unwillingly succumbing to this body infesting virus. I ate lots of fruit and took lots of vitamins, as the timing couldn't be worse being my last week of employment.Alas, one morning I awoke to the aching bones and rasping lungs. I decided to be a responsible adult and

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I have resigned from work.I have met some lovely boys over the past few months.I am happy.I have rekindled a state of mind that i believe is fruitful and extremely user friendly.The boys have all been international. German and Russian. They both had great cocks, but even more important than their apendage was their attitudes and conversations. The Lola Wolf that was scared of approaching males

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Is no longer.I cannot completely forget about Lola, no matter how hard I try. However the compulsion that once breathed deeply within me to write has exhaled via a resounding sigh.There are numerous amusing little stories that have crossed my path that would have once been a source for my daily blog. And last night as I laid in bed I thought of a plethora of posts that I was going to regale

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Life in Lolaville.The usual mutterings of craziness and dramatics could be told, but for now i have drawn a blank. Maybe it is stage fright?

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A gorgeous Soy Chai Tea soothes its way into my happy soul.The international flavour in here today brings stunning memories of traveling. Two men behind me hold a heated conversation in French. The music of their voices makes me wet. It sends me into my bedroom surrounded by whispers. And my name, over and over.I look to my left, and meet eyes with an athletic man of about 30 odd. He curls his

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What the fuck does it matter what I write?You want to hear the banal bullshit everyone else posts?Ok, so here goes.Today I went to the toilet twice before I left home. I woke up feeling slightly groggy because my period sucks my vitality. My car has a loud vibration going on, but because I have no idea about cars I am not sure what the problem is. I had my hair cut today because it had grown

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Three women come together to find peace and solidarity.Usually there is some energy to be borrowed.When each of these beautiful women are emotionally exhausted,The dynamic is testy.Thriving on drama as a life source can often deplete one's reserves.A beautiful day in mountains can invigorate a bruised soul.Laughter is never far away.And will be special with your mother.Electronics can induce fear

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Maybe it is a bit difficult for some to read my downright brutal thoughts.My life is in the slow lane. I write. I socialise. I work.I am trying not to just exist, but to live. Surviving comes easily to me. Knowledge and confidence of who I am also comes easily to me. Revealing in all honesty my emotions, thoughts and desires also comes easily to me.If you knew me personally, you'd hear different

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This is what a customer called me recently.It seems applicable.Although the slut portion would have to be referring times gone past, as i am not getting any holes filled right now.I saw Graff last night. I had braved his residence as i felt as though i had been jepordising my friendships with Bandit Queen and Mrs Monkey. Not that i would lose them, just maybe neglecting them. I used to spend a

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I am sitting in a local funky internet cafe, contemplating ordering a cup of tea on this humid afternoon. My hands shake from the over the counter drugs my body cannot survive without at this time. The past couple of weeks have tried my spirit and dignity.A night out finished in embarassment (of another being), bruises and the beginning of an end. The following day i woke up ill. And this

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There are a few consistencies of my life that are irrefutibly important and consuming right now. Love. Of friends. Of wannabe's. A lack of in those that i have tried to use as a replacement for the one. Actually what is the opposite of Love? Hate? I dont believe so, because to be an opposite it would have to be passionless. I felt this when i recently kissed an Irish boy. Nothing. Nada

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SO much has been going on in the world of Lola, but dont have private access to internet at tyeh moment.thank you all for your support. it is greatly appreciated. i genuinely thank you.will write soon.

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I recieved a corker of an email!"Poor little me"Do you want the truth? You are indeed self obsessed: petty and selfish. You are all you can think about.You are a bore. Tedious. A spoilt child demanding attention. Nowhere would you get it except from neurotics like yourself.Your writing is pretentious. Laughable. So bad, I've wondered if it's deliberate.That's the truth, scream all you like.

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I am drunk. And i have got to wondering if I am self absorbed and obessesed? Or is it other people. Sometimes i have to dreg through the ditritus to remind them of where i have been, and perhaps how relevent their stories or thoughts are. But one can only know the potency of their own experience. So who am i to relate myself to them and their inconsistencies of life?I am too scared to

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Yesterday was rough.Even though i didn't want to indulge or embrace it, i was advised to 'harness' it.My sadness. Almost like a projectile vomit it was uncontrollable. Tears would well and spill without my permission.Jesus, the million possibilities and attempted analysis overwhelmed any reason of reality.Thankfully i was surrounded by the best care.And as we know, after the catharsis comes the

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I went out to my usual venue on Sunday night. I was dancing and a man shook my hand to introduce himself. This is not out of the ordinary, most people are friendly and harmless at this place. Although he then became sleezy and inconsiderate. I asked him politely to "Please leave me alone" but he couldnt see through the haze of lust to respect my wish.I moved away from him numerous times. I

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I am scared to see him before meAs i become intoxicated and allured within his presenceOur individual energies swim towards each otherAnd become luminescent when they dance around usUnconsciously my hips oscillate slightlyThough descriminately vying for his penetrationTrying to consistently compose a structure of believable placidityContradictions gnarling wildly in my thoughtsOf sweaty engorged

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I was laying in bed last night trying to sleep, when suddenly i was consumed with paranoia that my female kitten would turn out to be a boy. Scars carried on from a childhood mistaken identity incident. Ginger turned out to be Garfield.I needed a wee, so I popped out to the toilet when Lix bellows from her room;"Lola, I have some weird news! Dervla is a boy!"I was more surprised about the fact

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And i thought mine would be blood red.."There's blood in the streets it's up to my ankles"Your Heart is PinkWhat Color is Your Heart? brought to you by

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I just used an electric toothbrush for the first time.I thought my gums were going to bleed and my brain was going to pour out of my ears.Jesus, what a way to wake up.

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I want to write about a time i had an orgasm with Graff.But i fear it may be too graphic. Because i can't fluff over it... i would have to tell it intimately.So i wont.I am so horny lately (actually when am i not?). Tonight i uploaded some photo's i had taken on Sunday night, and the guy i want to sleep with was giving me the best fuck me eyes i have seen in a long time. It took my breath away.

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I am approaching my new wind. Yet sometimes listening to old songs with memories draped in a pulsating heart and slippery pussy.I am off to meet with an old teacher today. To re-enter a course that i never finished. It will take me back into the world of community services. I recently resigned myself to understanding my place in this life. How could one have so much life experience up her

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I have been tagged for this following meme by Catboy.1. Total amount of music files on your computer?I have no fecking idea, but i do know that i have a lot of music on it.2. The CD you last bought is?The Beastie Boys 'To the 5 boroughs'. Now i just download all my music.3. What is the song you last listened to before reading this message?'Styles that fade away with a collonade' by Prefuse 734.

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I have a new friend! How very exciting. A new friend can be almost as exciting as a new lover. She is from India, and a rebellious Bandit Queen at that. I love learning new information about her culture, and how she perceives the new western world. Things i take for granted. A new phase is dawning. Jim Morrison and I had a sing along tonight. I was leaving the supermarket and decided to keep on

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My favourite song at the moment is 'Wild Horses' by The Rolling Stones. The music has always touched me somewhere between the tears and the heart. I remember driving along the coast in the south of France hearing it. And other random times. Now i am listening to it every single day. Every opportunity i get. You know when a piece of music can take you into another mind? It's almost an empty

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I ended up having a fucking energetic and brilliant weekend. More on that later...

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Too many cigarettes. Too much Pot. Too much deflation. I can't continue to exist under this guise of okay. Because i am not. I am sad. I want to stay home and move randomly around my house. Or stay in the vortex of pain. My brain cant even process the rationality of others. I am drowning in my own freak out. My face barely smiles anymore. She just sits there with no expression, as

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I sat with a lid on my feelings in order for you to pout and pose whilst delving into the deepest pain acknowledgeable. We spoke for a long time. You wanted to run from me in true monkey style. But when you understood the implications of your constant pushing and bolting you opened yourself to honesty and beautiful words. If you shake a bottle of champagne the cork with inevitably release with

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Whilst some are trying to make a mockery of my life and actions, i have had a health concern. Tomorrow i am off to have a mammography due to an issue that has been occuring for a few years now but i was too scared to discuss. I am positive everything will be fine, but what disturbed me was how difficult it was to make an appointment. The GP referred me to a particular imaging centre who

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Hot, sweaty, lusty, angry, eager to please, hungry, fiesty, reminiscent sex. I had sex with Graff last night.

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I have had a compulsion to catch up with some old friends. One friend i did catch up with and loved every minute of it. Another i had put off as the end of our friendship was a little sour. And it was 2 and a hald years ago. Fuck it! I don't care anymore. I need numerous people around me right now. I spoke with her yesterday. It was wonderful. So i went to see her. The entire time i

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I thought i would send a text to Graff after our Friday night tears (namely mine). Some explanation may be needed. We spent the day together. As 'friends'. It became too much. I told him and Pierce i couldn't see them for a while. It would be best this way. Graff didn't believe me. Nor did Pierce. Though the tears in his eyes reflected a very intimidated and scared group of people. So

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These emotions are all too familiar. I have stopped running from myself. Although i try not to delve too deeply into my emotions. An oxymoron. I hate being alone right now. And i have spent then entire day either sleeping and experiencing horrific nightmares or i have been spilled all over the couch staring blindly at the television. Oh fuck it all. I hate myself right now. Where is the

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Today's swim brought an urgency to see Graff. I was tired of wondering just when it was either of us were going to be courageous enough to make the initial phone call of weakness. Or strength? I decided to chose strength. I felt as though i could handle myself just fine. Enter my mask of equilibrium. I saw him. I asked him not to look at me like that. Those sad blue eyes. I made a bold move to

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My coping skills are hightened and strong. I keep busy. No down time. None. I have spent the past 5 days in the company of others, going from this friend to that. I have swam in the ocean numerous times. It cleanses the ugliness. I briefly saw Graff yesterday. We didn't really talk, except for polite niceties. I shook like a leaf. And i tried not to look into his eyes because i was

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Do you think writing about your feelings and experiences is a constructive purging of thought processes or is it a self indulgent perpetuation of head space? We all know i cant stop crying. I know that the doctor had no sympathy for me this morning. He knows he has hurt me beyond his control. I told him that i can never see him again. He said he isnt ready to lose me. I said that if i cant

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But my own trauma has just begun. He can't do it. I am not sure if i can do this. Recover again. And all discussed on the very day i see the Scottish cunt in the supermarket. What a hell of a day. I am broken. Deflated and defeated. Lost. Full of despair. I can't kiss him again. I can't touch his belly again. I can't shiver when his fingers play with my curls. I can't giggle at our private

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“Why so sad Lola?” “Well, we had an argument.. Or maybe even a break up. I am not sure. I am very confused.” “What happened Lola?” “It became overwhelming.. So much time together. I woke up this morning and wanted to bolt. Because perhaps I care too much, but I stayed. Because I care too much. I don’t want to be responsible for his pain. He makes me feel special and loved and cared for and

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How to feel about this. I was sitting in my car recently chowing down on some crappy junk food whilst watching a young blind Man and his son on a trip home from the shops. The Man was using a walking aid and holding his sons hand. The boy couldn't have been older than 3. Is this a beautiful feat of will power i am observing? Or is this terribly irresponsible? What happens when the child

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What a mutherfuckin farce. Is the heart.

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I am waiting for a change. I haven't slept well in weeks. The dark circles below my eyes are becoming more pronounced and my body bruises from a feather tickle. Tonight i had a lovely dinner with some friends. Of course there are always those implicating conversations about someone who used to be. But he is no longer. However i didn't flinch. Well, not too much anyway. Tomorrow i am seeing the

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The tree of many decorations Originally uploaded by Lola Wolf. Christmas Blessings!Today has been the most hysterical, side splitting and ridiculous Christmas ever. Miss Monkey and i spent the majority of the day taking hilarious photo's of ourselves, which would often bring us to the brink of self defecation (please note i say brink, no panty wetting action took place on this day).It was an

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For years i have been alone on Christmas Eve Wake up alone on Christmas Day An empty house full of dreams and smiles A grown up pretence that inspires me to smirk and glow Stretching my mind into a typical Chrissy blur This year is no different I allow my eyes to sparkle with pride and promiscuity Ready to embrace Thinking of last year always aids in self worth for achieving more and more

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23rd December 2003: I concieve 23rd December 2004: I get my period

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Monday night I had a reality check of massive proportions. I sat and cried about things that had transpired throughout the past year. Some tears were wept in sadness, others were relief, happiness, confusion and love. 2004 was a tumultuous year. Since Monday night i have been having severely intense dreams about people i have loathed and loved over the past 12 months. One dream in particular i

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Xmas in the park Originally uploaded by Lola Wolf. Does this seem slightly out of place to you? Driving into Badger's Weir I was sucking in the fresh air and gazing at the beloved Aussie bush when we approached this sign. It was so odd to have an electrical sign flashing at me. I suggested to my sister that perhaps they could have been more creative, such as making a beautiful sign

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I have a lover. You may have guessed. Graff. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Graff. It's intense. A lot of nights, days and moments together.

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Let's get this show on the road man. Havent been inspired to write too much lately. Why? Constantly on the go for one thing. Another thing is that i feel like keeping all this shit to myself. Or even, chosing whom i tell. I am currently having the first moment to myself in a seemingly long time. Giddy up, i am alone with my music. Did i tell you how i sang to the Ocean? She loved it.

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My life has been a whirlwind of beautiful moments recently. The beach has become my haven of fun, contemplation, cuddles, ramblings and special friendships. I derive a lot of energy from the ocean. Often i will wander away from the group and meander along the shoreline. Paddling. Thinking. Singing. Smiling. I have so many gorgeous memories from the past two weeks. Being thrown into the

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Down by Da Beach....

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Shook my booty last night. So great to sweat it up on the dance floor. Gyrate and stomp. Mmmmmm. I is one happy sheila right now!

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This is what Miss Monkey was thinking whilst overhearing Graff and I getting dirty the other night! Oopla! Apologies Miss Monkey. There is something about that beach though. The four of us were back there again last night. We made a pact that if none of us become successful in life we shall all be bums together. The dynamic of the group is brilliant. So much laughter.

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Guess where I was Tuesday night? Yup, the beach again! Miss Monkey, Graff, Pierce and I took some toys with us. They tried to fly a kite, but it failed dismally. So Frisbee it was! When we initially got there I was one blue kid. I went for a stroll along the shore, and could have kept walking for eternity. Instead I turned around to detach from the ugly part of my mind, and consumed it with love

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Miss Monkey and i are in love with the beach at the moment. Tonight we took a blanket and sat talking for hours. And the giggles! Wow we had a great laugh! We also unashamedly watched a girl sucking cock!

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Last night I shared a beautiful experience. I spent the evening with a gorgeous new boy. It was poetic. We sat together on a pier at the beach, cuddling each other and watched the sun rise. We spoke all night. And we didn't kiss. The energy was exquisite. A while later we played. Our connection was effervescent. Last night is what life is about.

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WARNING: I am drunk therefore these answers may appear to be cheesy (well i fucking intend on making them so!!!!). What color is most reflective of you: Pink. I have no idea why. What time were you born? Can't remember...Too busy squealing like a bitch! What song are you playing now, or wish you were playing? 'SKAZI- run to doom' Has the death of a celebrity ever made you cry? Superman. I

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Feeling reinvigorated via new psy tracks (Skazi rocks my fucking world) and dates for sex. Monday night is grind night with my fuck buddy. Sunday night i may just go out and pump my ass on the dance floor. There are some juicy stories (as is sit biting my lip in anticipation) coming up....

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Shall be the end of me! I often write about the intensity of my night dreams, and sometimes they affect my thoughts for the next few days. Last nights' dream was one of those. Fuck, the head fuck of it all! Someone I loathe (yet only by default) was actually playing my real life role. The class act. The precision of her tactics were enviable. My incredulous frustration was derived from waking,

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DVD Originally uploaded by Lola Wolf. For JaG: The last thing you bought.Tonight i went on a shopping spree, and on my way to the register i saw this. One of my fave films.

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Dancing Shoes Originally uploaded by Lola Wolf. For JaG: Your favourite shoes.I love them because they sparkle!

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Lola's Own Originally uploaded by Lola Wolf. For JaG: Something you've added to your body, like a tattoo or piercing.I have a tattoo and a distinctive piercing, but this gave me a chance to show off my craft

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Connor From Neighbours Originally uploaded by Lola Wolf. For Lix: 1. Something around the house that makes you laugh.This poster that YOU put on my bedroom door!

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My Fags Originally uploaded by Lola Wolf. For Lix: 2. Something you can't live without.I would have taken a photo of my vibrator, but i am guessing you don't need to see that!

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DSC00362 Originally uploaded by Lola Wolf. 3. The ugliest thing in my house. It used to light up but the batteries have leaked and fused themselves permanently inside Christ.

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DSC00326 Originally uploaded by Lola Wolf. 2. The cutest in my house!

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DSC00361_edited Originally uploaded by Lola Wolf.

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This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

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Amatuer Photographers Anonymous. I am so addicted to my Cybershot! So being a little bit late in the piece but save the best to last i believe, i call on my readers to request 3 things you would like to see of my life eg. my hallway (very bland idea i am aware, but i want you guys to be the creative one's!). So fire away!

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I have no idea who this new person is inside of me! I got completely fucking slaughtered on wine last night and yeah I know that's common place for me, but I woke up early this morning and went to work for free!! Yes, my secondment is over but I spent 7 hours working unpaid for them! I am scared. Very very fucking freaked out!

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God damned melancholy when I am happy. I am such a head fuck! I ask myself what is lacking, but I am not sure how to answer. I suppose a whole lot has changed in my life recently. More than anything, my perspective. Life is and will be great. I can take a step back and observe what is happening around me, watching others and their lives. My Father being forever strong. When I was 21 I had an

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I have had a few wines to celebrate two of the best weeks in my career. Tonight i hooked up my fabulous new Sony Cybershot for the first time, and decided to surprise Lix with a slideshow of me holding stupid signs. To get the gist of just how rediculous the pictures are, i drew a cock and balls, cut it out and took a photo of the head approaching my mouth. Most of the others are silly 'in'

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Working long hours has been amazing for my over active imagination. Although I still fantasize about the staples ie. Money and sex. I made my excuses for last Monday's rendevous, but right now I could do with a frolic! Bah... He's not what I crave. This bizarre notion has consumed me, and I believe I may just sit it out until I am really wrapped up in someone. I know Women who define their

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I cannot stop OOOOOHING and AHHHHHHING! I have the hottest new computer this side of Melbourne! She is so sexy! A brilliant sound card, a DVD burner, a 17" monitor and finally i get to experience the benefits of cable internet!!!! Should be in bed right now, but.... must.... enjoy.... new computer!

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I just cried like a baby watching the final episode of Sex and the City. I am about to make a very bold statement. I have never felt so inspired in my life. This job i am currently doing has done wonders for my soul, my confidence and my intelligence. I walk with my head high, knowing that i can contributing hearty food to my being. This must be what everyone aspires to be. More than content. My

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For two weeks i have joined The Rat Race. Not as a Rat, but as an Activist. And it is exhausting working in an Adult job! Mind you, it's extremely rewarding. I think i now know what i want to be when i grow up!

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I had every intention of not sleeping with him, but of course that went out the door as soon as i got wet. I enjoyed it physically, but the experience of fucking last night just made me further determine what i am and am not looking for in a partner. I think my days of casual sex are well and truly over. Or are they? It's harmless to play with someone when you both have the same intentions (

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I am off to get some nooky! A new boy. I know nothing about him, except that i am fairly sure he has a penis, and we are attracted to each other. He is picking me up. It will be an early night because i have to work tomorrow morning. JESUS I AM NERVOUS! THIS IS INSANE! Me, Lola Wolf, sex addict. It has been so long. Gory details later... cross your fingers for me!

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I touched his bare chest. I could smell him. I looked into his loving eyes. He wrote words that filled my soul with warmth. He embraced me as though his life depended on it. He loved me. Now i wake to the reality of walking it alone. And i can't stop crying. It's too cruel. I miss him.

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One more day of hell until one day off. Then one day on, and another day off. I keep talking with male's that i know, pondering if i should fuck them or not. One of them loves me and whilst being wasted on cold and flu tablets, i considered asking him out for a drink. But that 6th sense held me back. He is an adorable guy, always extremely nice and generous, has just the right physique to turn

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I have a cold. I got paid tonight, and after my bills i have $20 to last me a fortnight (and go out with a boy). My car is chugging. Very very ready to curl up in that corner and cry now.

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Yesterday was jam packed with cheeky smiles, dirty flirtations, long awaited reunions and a very frustrated dancer. Allow me to break it down. This guy i know wants to fuck me. He's a bad boy, i cant tell by the way he flirts. But more on that later...post-coital. I hooked up with an old friend of mine later in the evening. I think of her highly, but her ideas are very 19th century. She

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I never intend on departing from Lola entirely, as i often think of little stories throughout my day to relate to you. I just needed to push myself back out into the real world. Last night i drove Miss Monkey and Lix to the beach. We waded in the water to the closest sand bar and squealed as shadows floated through the ripples. The three of us sat down on the soft sand and buried our feet. We

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This niggling passion for change will not dissipate. The fucking restlessness that comes with indecision and lack of direction. So what am i to do? Living is stagnant right now. I am even bored of Lola lately. It may be time to bid farewell to her for a while. We'll see.

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Lix was sitting on my bed. I warn her that my vibrator is in close proximity. "Okay, I'll be careful" chirped Lix. And then the next thing you know... "I think i just turned on your vibrator!!!!" Lix whimpers after a rumble with the dogs on my bed! Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Yes, she had fired up the glorious piece of finery without intention. Same can't be

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Fish and Chip goodness with Miss Monkey. Two Taureans sitting in the back seat of my car chowing down on the salty seafood, often groaning with pleasure and then giggling at the passers by who were bemused as to what was going on inside the vehicle. Once we were suitably bloated we drove out to one of my favourite spots in Melbourne. Not far from the city and a freeway, its a little nook of gold

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I offered to drive Miss Monkey home tonight, as the gem had accompanied me to the doctor like a trooper. This meant that i would be doing my first solo trip after dropping her off. Damn it, i just HAD to do it, despite the nerves. Now i am almost too embarrassed to write this, but the compulsion to invite ridicule is far too great. I managed a 3 point turn, with a car patiently waiting and

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She never ceases to amaze me. She doesn't batter an eye lid when i decide to sing an impromptu line of Rocky Horror at full volume, or when i start gyrating with ferocity just coz i can, or when i can't get the fucking car into 2nd gear from 3rd and curse at it's trick (my Dad said it has a 'trick' "Lola all cars have a trick somewhere, and yours is 2nd gear"). She sits with mellow patience, if

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Every now and then, Lix and i will get a crush on the same person. We will be consumed with his sexuality. We have to reach a compromise. Our latest victim is Cillian Murphy. He's got full pouty lips. Crystal blue eyes. Perfect nose. Deep sexy voice. And, he's Irish. We just creamed our way through '28 Days Later...'. Any innocent bystander would have thought there was an orgy at our place. It

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My computer has a fucking virus that shuts it down after about 2 minutes online. Wonderful. Because i have a disposable income to fork out money to fix it. These cunts should be locked up and never allowed to use any modern technology again.

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Thumping out dirty Psytrance... Shaking my hips around the room.. Grinning like a person possessed.. Eyes fixed with visions.. When i get in a certain mood, a mood that's consumed with hunger for life, i must disturb the neighbourhood peace and lose myself in the quirky bleeps and bups accompanied by resonating da-gung da-gungs that foam above the fast, deep and hard bass. Most people

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"Why are people so unkind?" This morning was rotten. All i wanted to do was pack up and leave work for good. Escape the bubble of consumers gone mad and find my own Utopia where people have respect for other human beings. Yes, this is a gigantic fantasy but i seem to be witness to a lot of insignificant humans being deliberately offensive with attacks on others who have not perpetrated any

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This i am sure will be amongst the many Blogs that discuss' the election results. I will be brief. I am not happy. I feel sick to my stomach. And i feel like crying. WHY AUSTRALIA???

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Too busy watching a sexy boy on webcam!

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Is there a World Masturbation Day? I mean for me, it's almost every day. I think it would be cool to know that there is a particular day of the year when people unite in their self appreciation and satisfaction to have a massive wank! Obviously you couldn't ask people to do it together, because we'd all end up getting nasty! But the thought of millions of human all cuming together! What a

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I visited my doctor before work, and he advised me that they cannot insist on a pelvic examination. He will write a letter stating that i do have the condition (why on earth anyone would lie about it is beyond me..And they would deserve it suffer and endure it if they did lie about having it!). So a fair bit of relief there. I still may 'have' to go and see the corporate Dr, but fingers crossed

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I have a meeting at work tonight. With the manager. It has me very stressed. They want me to be examined by a doctor of their choice re: endometriosis. And they can. Because i take more sick leave than the average person. Which i am sure the average person does not suffer from endometriosis. Usually i wouldnt care. But i know what a lot of dr's are like, they wouldnt have a clue about

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Even though i got my car tonight, i am feeling distinctly blue. I need love. I keep getting these crushes on people who are completely unattainable which i am painfully aware is the safe option because i can't get my heart shredded, again. Yesterday i was feeling courageous and spirited. Tonight i just feel like falling into a heap and crying like a scared little girl, pulling my knees tight

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WARNING: To all Melbournians driving cars today, steer clear of a green Daewoo with P plates, a panic stricken (but always sexy lookin'!! hehehe) wild haired driver! I am the proud new owner of the spunkiest car Melbourne has ever known! I am shitting myself about driving it, so much so that i could almost vomit right now. But i am going to grit my teeth and go to practice in the local carpark

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