Posts by Joanna
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I then dress like a tramp on weekends.
Showing of both cleavage AND legs?
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I used to wear old-man pyjama bottoms to school as trou in 6th form (much to the annoyance of my trying-to-be-cool 3rd former sister),
I used to wear his old PJs too, which I had assumed were cotton until one night I was making pancakes and leaning over the stove a little too much and the shirt went up in flames. I got it off right quick, but was still annoyed at my flatmates ignoring my screams.
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In 7th form I got a pair of brown flares from my Opa with a matching suit jacket that I didn't usually wear. I wore the hell out of them for the next two years which amused him greatly. I also wore his flared pinstriped suit to his funeral, with a slip over the pants, of course, because that was how I rolled. I'm sure he would have loved that.
I also used to wear my great grandfather's overcoat from 5th-7th form - it was pre World War II, stuffed with horsehair and weighed a metric buttload, but it had velvet inside the pockets and it was nice being snuggled into a piece of history. I gave the coat to my dad when I moved to Auckland and he was bound for Mongolia in the winter. He still takes it with him whenever he goes anywhere particularly cold, even though it's probably a good half his baggage allowance...
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When I were a lad, I once asked my father the meaning of the word "bourgeoisie". He told me. I then asked if we were bourgeois. His response: "God, I hope so."
Haha, ahhh diplomats. It's kind of weird that the bus service I took to school in Japan cost more than what my dad's salary in NZ would have been, and compared to all the Americans with their maids and (city) country clubs and all, we were poor. Because I got 500 yen pocket money a week (my mother's logic: "I could buy one record a month when I was your age, so you can buy one CD a month" Although she was a dip brat too) compared to $100+ like most of the other kids...
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My shoe purchases work on a sliding scale to my parents. (even as an adult, which I understand is ridiculous.)
Yup, my new dress, which I will wear to this hotel and cocktail shenigans event, cost a whole day's worth of wages. Which used to be what I earned in a week. And I refuse to tell my mother how much money I'm making right now, because I suspect it is more than my father makes, and he's got a good 30+ years of experience on me. But as a public servant, we were upper middle class in terms of books and travel and art, if not in terms of pay packet anyway.
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The most memorable (literary) tale of childhood bullying I can think of is Margaret Atwood's Cat's Eye. I think that story resonates with many, many people.
Ha, that's exactly what I was thinking of when Dyan was saying that there wasn't as much bullying in Canadia!
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You voted National, we understand. It's tough. Did they cut your taxes? You poor dear. I really feel for you so bad.
Oh Gio, I have never wanted to tend to your 'special needs' more than when I just read that paragraph. (In case that sounds too sarcastic, that was a total platonic come-on).
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everyone forward this HTML email to as many people as possible.
Typical Newmarket, thinking of their own, and not of the accessibility needs of others!
3. Ross Mason's awesome list:
You, sir, are awesome, and thank you for providing concrete quotable evidence to what I would have just otherwise summed up as a feeling - "Labour aren't as evil as National, full stop".
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I suppose it would be impolite for me to suggest here at this stage that perhaps people with ASD just need to exercise more and then they'll be cured?
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Also, I am now about to put on some Billy Idol and chair-dance
Best euphemism for having a wank that I've heard all day!
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Have you been drinking, Jo?
Unfortunately not. I miss Green Land where they'd put rum in my coffee if I made it there before 9am.