And the Jay-P song was on?...

So,

You can imagine my disdain when I finally heard Party in the USA yesterday (I know... delayed - I just wiki-ed it and turns out I'm 3 months late). In the midst of drinking Sauvignon Blanc (read: "Earthy" tones, as I put it), I managed to catch this song twice in the one sitting with one of my besties, Nell. But I found that with each play, the song was beginning to stick in my head, much like when you have fish and then you discover on swallowing, that there was a fish bone in there and it's stuck in your oesophagus: It's terribly irritating.

However, being cleverly optimistic about my new problem, we chose to utilize the powers of that song for good, rather than evil, by name-checking ourselves in the song.

Since Jay-Z is much akin to Jay and my last name initial P, I chose to name-check myself in the first verse (much to my girlish squeal of delight), and when I had decided Nell (using her operative pet name "Nelsie" to better conform to the lyrical flow of the song) would serve as the name-check in the 2nd verse, she guffawed at the prospect. Luckily she had not been holding any liquid in her mouth, otherwise she would certainly have sprayed the contents all over my lovely Sunday ensemble (footy socks and all).

I had then turned to Jo (Nell's boyf) to see if he would like to be included in the name-checking, but from the looks of it, I was probably best off not adding his name to the song (although, I did try it in my head, and it works. So Nell and I can sing it quietly without disturbing... and possibly damaging his psyche...)

So, I guess that means I kinda like that song.

Whoops.

I guess that whole idea of wearing short shorts with cowboy boots is an idea both Nell and I are looking forward to entertaining when summer is here. Now all we need are pick up trucks and for one of us to learn how to drive...

Toot toot.

Meanwhile, since we were waiting for Jo to come back with foodage, we decided to have ourselves a glass of moscato, which I adored. There's nothing like a wine that doesn't taste like wine. I coulda sat and drank that all day, except I was adamant on making a 4pm class at SDC (Sydney Dance Company). But after we shared the Sauvignon Blanc, it was probably not on the cards (or perhaps never on the cards to begin with).

Too much fun was had discussing the realms of SS (where Nell works and I used to), then Xmas parties (I'm hot on the idea of dressing like Lady GaGa, while Nell is not), to my impending trip, to selling body parts we don't need to make some quick cash. Discussions led to current pop stars as well as Glee, of which we both heart.

I'm actually quite surprised our conversations didn't lead to bowel movements (as they usually do), so kudos to us for pretending to act like civilized people.

Meanwhile, Nell decided it would be a great idea to make omelettes. And because I heart both eggs and cheese (she used 2 types of cheese), who was I to say no? So she made us all eggs over toast, albeit with a strand of her beautifully conditioned hair. Not that I cared, because I know her well enough to know that that hair was probably placed there with love. And probably because we were both slurrishly jovial and slightly inebriated. So, like a trooper, I pulled it out, we giggled about it and I continued eating.

If it were anyone else, I probably wouldn't have bothered to continue eating...

...Actually, I lie.

I have no standards. Hell, I'd lick my plate at restaurants if no one was looking.

But that's another story.

So, all in all - it was a great day. Fun had by all the kiddies. And the discovery of a new type of wine that I now heart.

And when you're listening to Party in the USA, embrace it. And don't forget to name-check me.

Actually, I'd prefer if you film yourself singing it name-checking me and then posting it on YouTube.

P.S. I just made up the word slurrishly, so use it and spread it around like wildfire.

If I’m receiving spam from myself, should I punch myself in the box?

How on earth is it possible that my inbox is being spammed by my own email address?

Ok... using my MacGyver skills, I originally thought that it could be that they have my password and that’s how they’ve been doing it. Being that of only holding a mind that is akin to Bathurst St, Sydney (i.e. one track), I was ensconced by this revelation and was adamant that this would solve my spam problem.

But upon changing my password, my CSI skills started working and I immediately thought “Hang on… they don’t really need your password, stupid. It’s just your email address.”

Fail.

So, then I waited for a couple of days, hoping against hope, that the tide of spam would cease and desist…

It worked for a total of a day. Then, just like flies to poop, they swarmed in again.

Utter fail.

So really, nothing’s changed – I’m still getting spammed, but on the bright side… at least I changed my password.

Hang on – that’s not a bright side…

Erm… well, at least the discount of online pharmacy meds has gone from 60% off to 90% off...

….Hmm…

I’ll be back – I’m off to punch myself in the box.

First Blog.... Eek!

So...

Being suckered in to the realm of blogging by my friend Nell, who is already happily blogging away on birdsandbooks.blogger.com (at least, I think that's her link...). Well, not really suckered per se - moreso a little intrigued... I think I'm just relishing this opportunity because it probably means I'm not left limited to 140 characters per blog (ala twitter) and am free to go on long winded tangents.

Not to mention the instant rock star fame.

Wait... there isn't?..

Ah well. Que sera sera, whatever blah blah blah.

Now, you'd think with the title "I Heart Cake" that this would be a forum for cakes, tortes, flans, gateaus and the like, and I am terribly sorry - but you have been deceived :(

I just happen to heart cake. If I could, I'd eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner - which, coincidentally, I have actually done once.

It didn't end well.

Vomit. Tears. Oh, the horror.

Still, it doesn't mean I'd give up trying.

Perhaps I should've chosen a more structured plan, like Mudcake in the morning, a flan for lunch; and a creme brulee for dinner - you know... change up the type of cakeage, rather than trying to stick to one particular cake. That makes sense.... kiiiiinndaa...

Not really.

Anyway, it's more to do with being a statement. I like to think it's a great conversation starter:

"I heart cake"
"Really? I heart it too"
"Great! Let's be friends!"

And ta-da! there's a new friendship forged.

So if you're one who hearts cake, among other things, feel free to drop on by :) I can't promise that it'll be a fun ride, but at least it'll be interesting...