Veni, Vidi, Vici.

I came, I saw, I conquered.

The hill that is.

The hill that Man Piece lives up.

I have determined that it is not the hill that is the problem, but it is the way I breathe that makes it really hard.

I have asthma, so I have a tendency to breathe quite heavily, but it doesn’t always seem to get oxygen to the right parts and my lungs start to constrict. Fun times!

Anyway… I’ve been trying to control my breathing while walking up the hill – keeping it slow and steady. But today, I decided to take a couple breaks equidistant from the last. I used the power poles to measure. Every second pole I stopped and took several deep breathes to slow down my breathing again.

And it helped A LOT.

I feel I managed to get up the hill a lot quicker and once I got back to #geekflat I wasn’t as dead as I usually am. I was actually fairly normal.

I might also be getting used to it. Man Piece tends to make me walk up it a lot. Hmph.

The dreaded hill, from geel flat.

The dreaded hill, from geek flat.

The Real Desperate Housewives of Wellington City.

It is official. I have become Man Piece’s Lady Bitch.

I have done washing, dishes, changing of the bed, cleaning the kitchen and general housely duties.

I have become #geekflat’s house bitch.

Now how did that happen?

Probably because I’m the only girl and boys don’t know better. I’m not really complaining. They do let me stay here and use their internets and power without technically paying for it. So good deal really. Man Piece really is my Sugar Daddy.

In fact, I should probably cook for Man Piece a bit more. He does a fair amount of the cooking, only because I don’t really know what to cook him – most of the things I cook have meat in them and I haven’t figured out how to change them to suit him.

I don’t really know what this post is even about, yes, I’ve turned into a Lady Bitch, fair enough. But I’m not really desperate or a housewife.

He hasn’t put a ring on it, therefore I’m not a wife.

I am however a bit desperate for this awesome dress I have seen in City Chic. It is amazing. So that makes me a little bit desperate.

Alas, it comes with a pretty amazing price tag too. One that I cannot fathom spending in my bereft state.

I shall dream about you, oh purdy dress. You are all but too far out of my grasp.

But wouldn’t I look awesome in it paired with my killer dom heels?

I think so.

Anyway, I shall leave this post here. I have things that need to be done and not much time to do them. For someone who is living the #lifeoftheunemployed, I’m surprisingly busy.

It’s weird.

(Actually a lot of the things I need to do are applying for jobs :-/)

I had a dream.

I had a dream last night that I found a little black and grey kitten hiding in our garage.

It was so cute and fluffy and all alone.

I kept it and called it Tiger.

Because it had made a nice home in our garage, it wouldn’t leave either.

It grew up so fast.

I want that little black and grey kitten.

Even just to have something to look after every day.

NAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
So cute! I want to smoosh it’s face.
*Images from Google Image search*

What is my life?

Today, I slept till just after 12.

I then ate a cupcake. Did some work and fell a sleep again.

I woke up about 3. I ate half a packet of cheese and bacon skofs and finished the rest of my work.

I then ate an entire tube of those cadbury caramellow tiny eggs.

Showered and went a picked up Man Piece so we could go to the supermarket.

I’m now watching Doctor Who.

I’m sorry I don’t have anything more interesting to tell you. But this is my life.

WHAT IS MY LIFE!?

Some of you would think THIS IS THE LIFE. You’re so jealous.

Yeah, it was alright at first, but now I am bored out of my brains. I have nothing to do and my life is rather super boring.

I’m a broken record. Wah wah wah.

I would much rather be working.

Welcome back emo Lisa! Normal Lisa wonders how long you’re here to stay. Please inform, so I can plan accordingly.

*resigns for the night to snuggle on the couch and watch Doctor Who*

Oh, and it’s cold.

And windy.

When you see the street signs and traffic lights moving absurd amounts because of the wind, it’s windy. I don’t care what you Wellingtonians say. That is WINDY.

The only awesome in the post is the title. See? It’s awesome.

I really don’t have anything to say today. Once again I have had no awesome thoughts and the day has been really mundane.

I went into town and it was hectic. The supermarket is only closed for one day people! Why do you need to all go today? Go on your usual day or, if your usual day is Friday – plan ahead. You know every year the supermarket is going to be closed on Good Friday.

Rant over.

As I have nothing else to say, because I’ve done nothing. This is the ‘unemployed’ part of my life. I’m going to leave you with some pretty pictures I have taken while doing my photography course.

And this is me and my gorgeous boyfriend. *waits as his head expands close to explosion*