Books...

Today I gave away 10 books, Sci-Fi, romance and biography. I took some of the books I have read and will not read again and gave them to the people of Sydney. It's something I like to do. I left some on the train in the morning and some in Hyde Park at lunch time.

Why do you do that, I hear you ask.

Well... it started when I got fleeced by a second-hand bookshop ($20 for over 50 books, I read a book and don't crack the spine or fold the pages) and told by a charity shop that they didn't want anymore books. When neither of those avenues wanted my books I gave up and now I just give them away directly but anonymously.
By the time I have dropped a few off and am on my way back the way I came, the books are normally gone. Whether it is an office worker lacking something to read or a homeless person I see that my taste in reading material is shared.

Actually it's a funny thing to watch one of them be picked up. I have seen it often. It goes a little like this:
• Person sits on bench and see book.
• Person looks around suspiciously.
• Person picks up book and reads the back blurb.
• Person looks around suspiciously again, just to make sure Candid Camara isn't going to jump out at them.
• Person either put book back or puts in bag or starts to read it.

I leave the erotica in my bookshelf; they get read over and over again ;-)

Eww...

I had the thing of erotic stories happen to me on the train this morning. I would never do the half the stuff I read or write about, but this one has to be the basis of a story!

I had almost completed my journey to work when i had to change trains. The train I was getting onto was packed, 2 got off, 10 tried to get on. I had to back up into teh vestibule to avoid being trodden on a second time. I took my ruck-sak off my shoulder and held it in my left hand and down by my leg, my right arm was strected to the ceiling to get some purchase to stop me falling when the train lurched to a start and stop.

Soon, after the train pulled out of the second station I could feel the man behind me, get closer. I had seen him briefly when I got on, and he was less than fantasy material, a short pulp guy with 6 o'clock shadow at 8am. Not my 'thang' at all. He was pushing his cock into my butt cheek. It was hard and he was breathing faster than i would consider normal for the morning commute. I couldn't get away, I was trapped by a rather large lady standing directly in front. So I made the best of an awful situation and pictured it was my dream guy! The guy I picture when I write my stories.

Thank Christ he got off at the next station, got off the train I mean!

The Weather...

...was just like Melbourne today. Four seasons in one day. The day started out a balmy 14 degrees with rain, not drizzle, full-on rain. Throughout the morning the rain eased up into a nice drizzle with wind. Turning into the type of rain that get in everywhere.

Lunchtime saw some sun, almost the only sun us Sydneysiders have seen all November. It didn't last long though, it was soon howling a gale and making the pavements wet again.

So much for wearing swede shoes!

Ohh.. I wore swede, 'cause I had an interview...I'll let you know how it went when I know!

Sydney...

...had more lovely rain today. Lots of it, so I was forced to seek refuge in a lovely little Japanese lunch spot where I overheard a conversation while eating my bowl of rice and chicken, it went a little like this :

1st man : So how old were you when your dad died?
2nd man : 23, but we were close so I wasn't too sad.
1st man : What'ca do last night?
2nd man : I was at bible study last night and talked about Mum dying.
1st man : Ahh...
2nd man : I don't believe in heaven or anything, but I reckon she's there and I think she would god's advisor, she was so righteous!

After I left, I got to thinking, surely a man who went to bible study would believe in heaven, either that or he just goes to meet girls. Then I thought righteousness can be a form of Pride, isn't that one of the seven deadly sins.

I came to the conclusion that he was talking out of his backside!

Be Gentle...

...it's my first time.

I'm new to blogging and find the idea fascinating. Having kept a diary of some sort all my life, it only makes sense that it would go online at some point. Here it is, my life for all to see. I'll try not to edit out the interesting stuff!

I hope It isn’t too boring ;-)


Jodie