Flannel, Glassware, and Expiry Dates

So it's been a while. I'm putting that out there straight away, let's not dance around and skirt the issue, I have been laz-y. But with all the long weekends, shitty uni assignments, and the end of summer, who has time to blog? Obviously not me.

If you read a couple of my last posts, you would know how much dificulty I was having in obtaining the quintessential aussie garment - the flannel shirt. Well, to my delight I found a couple of these beatuies at K Mart a few weeks ago, and went for the smallest size they had - S. I thought this might be a bit tight, but hey - isnt that the look? Tightish around the gut, sauce stain on the chest area, smokes in the pocket? So I put my flannel on that night, and WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON AUSTRALIA!!!??? HOW FUCKING FAT ARE WE!!! this size small is SWIMMING on me!!! I'm no Biggest Loser candidate, but at the same time I'm not built like a paperclip, and the size Small could fit me three times over I reckon!! This is the last thing I expected from an aussie garment. We are straight up and down people, where small means small, big means big, and we don't beat around the bush. So I ask, am I un-Australian-ly small, or are Australians getting un-Australian-ly fat? I'm going with the latter option.

Glassware. What the fuck, I open up the cupboard this evening to get a drink, I couldnt choose a glass! There are 47 different glasses in the cupboard! How do you choose?!?! I say to Rhiannon "we really need to chuck out some of these glasses", she responds with "we use them when people come over" FOURTY SEVEN DIFFERENT GLASSES!!!!! How many fucking people are we having over!!!!!!! If 47 people ever come to my house at once, I'm leaving. Public message to all my friends - DONT COME OVER AND USE OUR GLASSES!!! IF YOU COME AND USE ALL 47, I'LL HAVE TO FUCKING WASH THEM!!!

How shit is it that vegetables go off. You always hear health experts say the less refined and pure a food is, the less value it has for you, and more likely to contain badness like fat and sugar. So what is up with canned food outlasting nuclear blasts, while you smash a pumpkin in half and whack a bit of glad wrap over it and it lasts a week! Instead of putting shit in the crisper now I'm digging a hole in the backyard, and throwing all our vegies and milk in there. And just throwing the meat on the lawn. Surely if its left in its own environment it should last longer. Failing that I'm going to turn my fridge into a giant tin can.