Thats How You Pat a Cheetah

Day 137

Today was awesome. I got to pat a cheetah. They're so pretty ♥.♥ *squeeee* but girly squees asides, they're the biggest fraidy cats. We got to follow them around the zoo for their morning walk. They were afraid of the lions. One of them was afraid of/threatened by a pig which was hilarious. And they both enjoyed having a staring contest with the nervous zebras.

Twenty One Times

Day 136

Today is Bex's birthday. Her actual birthday. It was decided many moons ago that for Bex's Bday we would ride NZs only roller coaster 21 times. Word of advice. Don't. Especially when you're still semi hung over. I would how ever like to applaud myself on my stellar ability to not puke. Truly a talent I'm grateful for.

Every Day I'm Shuffling

Day 134

Today I started work at 7.45am. With town on the horizon and a nice dinner for Bexs birthday you can imagine how slow time is going for me. Its 2.23pm and it feels like I've been at work for days. All I want is it to be 4.15pm so I can finish work and go home to where all my booze is. Yes I need booze. I run on booze and am running low therefore time is slowing down.

Aaaaaaaaaanyway! It has gotten to the point where I start to struggle half way through a 6" sub from subway. Consequently I have a quarter of 6" ham sub in my bag. My stomach is currently screaming "OMG I am so full! I hate you!" But don't worry my stomach always hates me. If its not "I'm full" its "I'm empty" or "Why are you feeding me?!" and sometimes "I'm vindictive and spiteful" *STAB STAB STAB* You don't even want to know what it screams when it teams up with my uterus *gives reader knowing look*