So there were 14 messages this morning, not twenty. And they were on my mobile, not my work phone. It’s a good thing I was caught in that tailback this morning – it gave me the 20 MINUTES I needed to clear my voice mail.

Why is it that when I get home from work I’m never hungry, yet I get hungry at about 10 o’clock? It’s not like I can sit down to a meal then – it’s too late to cook anything and apparently you have funky dreams if you eat just before you go to bed. And I really don’t need any help in that department. It might have something to do with me not getting a chance to get lunch at work until about 3 every afternoon.

I got one those generic ‘answer 50 questions about you and forward it on to all your friends’ emails from Hayley today. She’s a walking contradiction that girl. I know she’s smart, but she’s so coarse in how she speaks and in her mannerisms and how she addresses people. Yet, in this email, some of the answers she gave were so well-written and insightful. It’s almost like she dropped her bogan guard for a second and let the real her through. Example –

42. Who do you miss the most? My Nan and Pop. I didn’t realize how much I could learn from them until it was too late.

And this was most certainly a shot at Tara, who sent the email originally –

12. What characteristics do you despise? People who claim to be open minded but judge you for who you are and look down at you for the things you do.

And then she pulls out the bogan –

21 . Who do you least expect to send this back to you? Only sending it to 4 people so you had all better reply or I’ll slap you silly (or flog ya with a wet flanno).


I usually lack patience with these sort of emails. I delete without reading most every email I get that has funny photo attachments or that has been forwarded 27631723 times. And these types of ‘get to know you’ emails are usually as insightful as a conversation between two goldfish. But I actually learnt something from this one. There’s hope there yet – she’s a smart girl with her own take on the things who is still thinking about the world and her place in it. I honestly thought that Wagga had killed any independent thought in her, but I was wrong.

And that makes me happy.

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