5. How to quit smoking; I’ve did it so many times I know how to do it.

First of all, go and buy some chewing gum or bubblegum, get a flavour that you really like. (my preference was orange).

Actually, I recall I’ve written this twice now, and twice it has been stolen off my blog. Twice.

So, for the third time this is how you do it; (it’s still really difficult, even if you know how to do it)

So, second of all, you’ve got to actually want to quit, you have to see yourself in the future not smoking, and being clean and sweet smelling.

Most people try to quit smoking, and so they go for a few hours, maybe a day or two even, without smoking, then they start having cravings, and they just start thinking about cigarettes all the time, until they finally give in.

So, the key turning point, is that initial thought, that tells your brain that you want a cigarette.  You have to recognise that thought, straight away when it occurs, (learn to pay attention to your thoughts), and then you have to change that thought into a different thought. So, I found it helped to say, well, to yell to myself, at that point STOP!! (Not out loud!)

It’s really all about mind control, and basically you have to be totally Nazi with yourself.

I found that I couldn’t think of anything else, when the urge to smoke was so great, so I had to write down 2 other things that I could think about when I needed to think about something else (so I wouldn’t have to think too hard of something else at the crucial time, you want to try and make things as easy as possible).

Actually, it was so long ago now, I can’t even remember what I thought about, I think it was a nice family holiday memory that I had in the past.

So, when I really focused on this method, it worked, and I think by this point I had tried at least seven times to quit for real, it was a case of ‘practice makes perfect’. If you have a spouse who can also turn into a Nazi, if you feel like having a cigarette, I’m pretty sure that would work quite well too. If your spouse smokes, forget about it, it’s not going to happen for you - you both have to do it. There can’t be anyone around you smoking. Same with friends, you have to dump them, or give them the ultimatum, they have to get out and leave if they want to smoke. It’s time to toughen up.

I wouldn’t stand anyone in my life, who smoked. As soon as I uploaded this, I noted my other neighbour started to smoke too! Perhaps a girl rebel! I did notice at one point some years ago in Gunnedah and Tamworth, girls would come up to me and light up a cigarette, then not smoke it, they just wanted me to smell the smoke – cunts.

Out of curiosity I just looked up the price of a pack of cigarettes on Google, and oh my god, I nearly laughed my head off; $25 a packet expecting to reach $40 within a matter of a few years if not months. Well, you just got to be a plain sucker to smoke now, don’t you?  stupid.

Quit, DO IT

And by the way, if you smoke, medical people and the annoying powers that be, later, ‘use’ that against you, and may deny you medications, even if you used  to once smoke but have not for years. And if you get cancer due to workplace contamination, and there is a big court case -  you won’t be able to get compensation because you’re a smoker or were. So, for these two reasons alone, it’s probably a good idea, not to smoke.

 

Image above; I remember at school one time, trying to draw a love heart, and my attempts were completely pathetic. Out came this totally misshapen, ugly fat uneven heart. It was quite surprising what little drawing skills I had.

About, I guess it would’ve been 20 years later, I needed to draw a love heart, oh that’s right, it was for a design going on the front of a canvas beach chair. I drew it up, I guess thinking about it with a little more clarity and focus, than what I had when I was teenager. I stood back and I was quite surprised, I loved it! Quite frankly, I thought, I’d gone from the most pathetic drawer of love hearts, to one of the best! I love the shape of this love heart! (And no, I am still not gay).

The design inside it is from my textile “clouds” collection - I am still waiting for an Australian Printing company to open, so I can print through them, aswell as make available for the public. I was ban from the American one, and I used to sell heaps, so not only do I lose, but they lose too (idiots). There is a Chinese one, but they make too many mistakes.

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6. Demure and Respectful Not Winning

I have noted in Australia, a lot of loud mouth bully type people are allways the ones who win, as in, get the job or promotion or are picked to be ‘as right’ when someone is pitted against someone else.

It is a little odd for me to fathom, as in my experience at school, those loud mouth types of people, were really not the ‘thinking’ types.

At one point in my late 20’s I did some sewing alteration free-lance work around the central coast Retirement homes. I visited pretty much all of them in the area, and one thing I noted, was the old women in the ‘nicer’ type homes – more modern ones, filled with light and comfort mod cons, always had that personality type of being loud and confident, whilst the women I visited in the more older style ‘dungeon’ type units, were really very demure, respectful, and without a fighting nature. A sad but true observation. But and not wanting to seem ungrateful, as I look around at my dark and moldy unit, (all 36m² of it – really; 5m x 7.3m), I think, maybe I’m just not loud enough! J {I am thinking of campaigning for a big glass sliding door and patio out of the back wall…. – would make all the difference, as at the moment that beaut garden view is totally wasted with only a teeny high window (?- what were those builders thinking). Although, perhaps this place could be 2 straws short of being condemned, and most likely is in the need of an investor to purchase, for a complete reno to replace the entire crumbling back wall. See my wishfully thinking quick (out of scale proportion) edits above. It is obvious to me that this complex was built with greed and not love. Unfortunatly rentals are so hard to come by, landlords don’t have to do anything anymore}.

I noted this happens in politics too, one term a ‘nerdy’ type wins, then the next a ‘loud mouth’ type wins – very odd.

I think this comes down to fear in management, fear of people who are loud and are willing to make a scene, and so management just gives them what they want in order to avoid a scene. If you can see any situation in Australia that’s completely backwards and wrong, this would be a number one reason why.

I guess what I observed most in the workplace, is those women who are bullies and work in packs, like dogs - they’re the ones who win, and people who stand on their own, and can think on their own without being manipulated and influenced by others so easily (I say so easily, as everyone is manipulated by everyone sometimes, it is human nature), but they are the ones that lose. This is a very true phenomenon that I’ve witnessed over and over and over again, I have experienced it, and have seen it happen with other people. However as soon as I write this, in fact as soon as I have observed this to be true which was way before this point of actually writing about it, there are dogs doing a whole big thing about how easily manipulated I am. So, they take whatever I say or think, and do the opposite to try to discredit me, but I can assure you what I said above is pretty much the way it is, or at least has been, I guess there are many workplaces out there, and so I’m hoping there will be some that don’t function in this dysfunctional way that I have witnessed.

Oh, I did see the dogs try to do this aswell, to my little brother. I was talking to him once, a long time ago now, and he was telling me about one of his co-workers who was bloody hopeless, and was someone who always wanted to sit back and let everybody else do the work, would try to get out of doing as much as possible, but still wanting to take the credit. And the next thing you know, there were dogs on the ABC, saying ‘oh this person works hard as hell, it’s not true what my brother said’. I had to laugh, because my little brother is not someone who would just make up a lie for conversations sake, he wouldn’t see the point of making things up - unlike the dogs on the ABC who do ‘stories’, all the time for money. They were trying to protect that slacker, he most likely had a wife that worked at the ABC or she was friends with someone at the ABC, such is the way it goes in Australia, by going on television and stating my brother lies, to the world. STUPID DOGS.

And I think those are the same DOGS who did signs to my neighbours… ones that, manipulate them into stealing from me by saying I steal things. As if I do. So, they ‘egg’ my neighbours on to steal from me. I think there is a little fucking blonde stupid bimbo who does it, meddling mary who can’t mind her own fucking business, and she’s been doing it for about 20 years, and I think it’s the same dog that manipulated my landlord into closing my shop at Grave Attire. SAME STUPID BIMBO. Fuck off your stupid 3rd born dog. She could be from JJJ radio – never listen to the radio.

And I guess I should mention also winning and losing, is directly related to a second person. So, if I’m negotiating with someone at market, and I say ‘you can have it for XX amount’, and the person says ‘no, I only want to pay X amount’, so no sale, but, if there was a second person standing next to me who said; ‘no, no it’s worth XX’, then I would always make the sale. So, if that second person is missing, then I wouldn’t make the sale, and this is the same in many situations in life, not just at market selling goods, but you really need 2 people, in order to win anything in life. I want to say, this is also not a ‘weakness and strength’ thing, you can have one solo person strong as bull, it does not matter, you physically need that 2nd person – perhaps showing them an image of a second person might work!! Lol.

This is my tried and tested experience, especially, if you are someone that has dogs that follow you everywhere you go, and tries to sabotage and make you lose in a lot of situations – like I do. Well, I am pretty good at standing on my own 2 feet, that’s why they have to do dogs, they specifically don’t want me winning. Its discrimination for being single, and not allowing a husband, the use of a wife at night. Discrimination for not allowing myself to be violated.

Also, I was advised there are a lot of unemployed girls from my specific backwards school, and this is why; they were so busy trying to oppress the girls into being ‘ladylike’ and obedient, that none learnt to fight to win. I am not sure if this true, but I was advised they are now teaching the girls to fight. But I can assure you, a lot of ‘non thinking girls in my generation, of what they learnt, is what they expect of people still today (hence why I was ban from so many things), and what they will teach their kids, and on and on it goes. Slow progress only. But there is progress.

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7. Vamoose Penny Awgayer and Danniel Wheatley

The photo above is a little bit of a garden that I created when I lived at “Tulcumbah”, near Gunnedah. The reason I included it, (is not related to the below story of 2 little girls) but is because, as you can see, from the Couch lawn, it is bone dry, middle of summer, middle of a drought, yet all the plants that I’ve planted in the garden are green and thriving; because I chose Waterwise drought hardy plants. They are still quite young, and have got a bit of growing to go, but it won’t take long to fill the garden beds completely. So, I wanted to show people how easy it is to create a garden without water, just have to have a little bit of savvy, (like the person who built that house btw - I rented it)

I hardly remember these girls, I definatly do not know them, or know anything about them. I think they must’ve been in my brothers year, who was 2 years younger than me. The reason why I mention those two girls, is because there are people telling me they did something bad, in bully form, and not just lately, but quite a few times over the past 15 years or so.

I have no idea what they did. Maybe those girls are the thieves? Like I said, don’t really remember them, or know if they are still alive. Although, I have had quite a few people weirdly tell me their names are Dannielle, when actually they’re not. So, I’m not sure whether that has anything to do with Dannielle Wheatley, who knows.

On my Life Stories page, I describe one of the worst days of my life where I was harassed at Melbourne and Sydney airports, and I can just recall, those two girls from Gunnedah, were the two girls in that story; fucking stupid little dogs, following me around Melbourne and then the airport, verbally harassing me. WHAT THE FUCK?  FUCK OFF YOU STUPID DOGS. I hope they get cancer and die.

   I DO NOT ACCEPT YOUR APOLOGY.

The only thing I remember about them in primary school, was they were attention seekers, and one of them, I think it was Penny; her mother had a horticultural business briefly, and we went to her house once when I was young, I don’t believe Penny was there. But I do remember her on a bus trip once - she was a total flirt, as a young 10yr old or so. I vaguely remember Dannielle from the paper, she was into sports. I do not know those girls, just know of them.

(So important to have a community newspaper, the one in Gunnedah “The Independent” came out on Tuesday and Thursday) There is none in any of the places I have lived in QLD. NONE

 

This photo below is the girl from the “Big Bang theory” tv show, this is exactly what I remember Penny Awgayer (it may be Penny Allgayer, after doing a google search), looks like, pretty much exactly like that, as I recall, that 10yr old, looked like her. That show, did this deliberate, to let me know it was those 2 following me around like dogs, harassing me, in Melbourne, and no doubt stealing from me. Do you see what the dogs in the television industry do? Ahh, probably not – you imbeciles.

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8. New location at Sarina – LOCATION review, April 2022

From my experience, if I start talking about something, then this attracts people, and I am not really sure whether Sarina can handle a whole heap of people. But I figure the weather is a safe topic, (I had a photo of the garden here, but have replaced it with a photo of another cunt from Centrelink) and it would be safer  too if I uploaded after I leave Sarina, if I ever do, who knows. But I can’t wait. As soon as I uploaded this, there was a truck drive past the block of units making a banging noise, and then someone on a motorbike hoon past in the opposite direction; these are the dogs, telling me they don’t like my review, and I shouldn’t have done it, and they’re most likely going to steal something. Now you might read that bit, and think, this girl’s totally nuts; inventing signs like a motorbike and truck harassing her! But I can assure you, I do have dogs harass me in this manner, motorbikes and trucks, being the most favoured mode of transport for men. I also have female dogs in cars that harass me too. I have written about it, extensively on my blog, but I like to remind people that this is what I live with every day, people harass me every day, and not just a few of my neighbours yelling out occasionally or beeping at me, but a large amount of people harass me, all the time. They also wake me at night (atm it’s 1am). And by the way, this is the main aim of a lot of them, to force me to talk or write about it, so I do not go ‘nuts’, after all its beyond annoying to be harassed by strangers. So, intern people will read what I think, and then think I am nuts. One of their favourite lines; it’s not about you! are you sure about that? It seems for a lot of Australians, it’s a big thing to try and discredit someone by implying they have a mental illness, it’s a form of bullying. And it’s huge in this country - it’s disgusting and I can’t believe people fall for it Hook Line and Sinker. It reminds me of the situation, where you’ve got two people, usually women, women are the worst offenders in my experience; so, one of them does something nasty and bitchy, to provoke the other.  But she does it in a passive aggressive way so a third-party person didn’t actually see the first person provoke the second person, but the second person gets totally pissed off, because they’ve been victimised by this number one bully, and chucks a hissy fit as a response to this nasty bitch, and the third person just sees the hissy fit, and thinks “they’re crazy”, when that’s actually not the situation at all, quite the opposite, with the one who’s being the perpetrator, usually the one that has mental health problems. I mean obviously they want to try and discredit someone, that in itself is a dysfunction; they are suffering from feelings of inferiority, so much so that they have to try and discredit somebody else (who they probably secretly suspect is better than them.)

Anyway, back to why I think the nuisance person driving outside my unit was banging, in tantrum style, was about the unit itself, with more attention meaning, more likely some bitch will come along (in todays overpriced and hard to find rental world), and try to steal my unit. Although I’m not terribly concerned, as this is an old motel from the 50’s built with asbestos, each unit (13 squashed in here) are teeny tiny, overpriced and not suited to home living, obviously, being a motel.

First of all, I had to add this bit; The dogs who hand out viruses, (passive aggressively) were at my forced jobs appointment, at into jobs, Sarina, Community Solutions Sarina. They gave me Glandular Fever, sometimes confused with Mono or Strep Throat. I saw the dogs there who hand it out, medical little girls. But that woman above, was not wearing a mask, she also kept me waiting 30 minutes – and the whole appointment should have been phone appointment and not face to face. STUPID. This was done deliberately; they think it’s funny, playing NAZI. Stupid female dogs. This is the 4th time they have given it to me at a Jobs place. Btw, you can catch this via someone’s breath, or through the air con, it resides in the filters. But also, via touching contaminated doors or counter benches, then touching your skin like rubbing your nose or eye.

I am putting a photo of all  the Centrelink nazis up, this is the latest one. I have written extensively about what they do, they are the biggest bullies in Australia. So here was a good a spot as ever. Since I put up this one and the last one from Gin Gin, who looks like Heath Barwicks bimbo mother, I have not had any other “forced appointments”.

Anyway, my review;

I’m finally getting around to writing about the QLD weather, the reason why it’s taken a few years, as I moved to QLD in 2018 and it’s now 2022, is because until this year, I had not actually experienced a rainy season, we were in a major drought, (the whole of Australia) that basically lasted 9 years, and even though there’s meant to be a rainy season each year, in 2019, there was no rain at all, none. It was that dry, and people were literally desperate. Desperately mad, from no rain.

So now that I’ve actually experienced a rainy season, OMG, it’s been so wonderful. The weather here is BRILLIANT. When I hear the rain outside, joy just takes over, all negative things are forgotten. I don’t think I’ll ever tire from hearing the rain and being excited whenever it rains. Albeit, rain is often accompanied by the unfortunate stench of all the neighbours septic (no town connections here, slack). I always put my saucepans out now to catch my drinking water, I have it all sorted, as the Ute tray sticks out the back into the rain, so water collects on there, then drips down the centre back into my stockpot! First time I have had no tank water since my brief Sydney living. (There was a whole Sydney water thing then at that time, 90’s, remember? No one was allowed to drink the water…!)

Up here in Sarina, the winter is very mild compared to Gunnedah. When I get dressed in the morning, instead of freezing my nipples off, it’s only slightly cold, I only need one jumper on. Plus, after a cold spell of 1 or 2 days with scarf and gloves needed, it warms up again, and back to mildness – no sore throat!! Hooray. In Gunnedah, once winter came, it was there for weeks.

I found there is humidity even if there is no rain, and it does take some getting used to in summer, for instance; I needed to do some drilling on the Veranda, last summer, I go outside, I can literally only do it for 5 - 10 minutes before I am covered in sweat, and all my clothes are drenched, sopping. And this started at 10:30am, so basically you can’t really function properly after 10:30am. Usually there’s some respite once the sun starts going down, but sometimes not, no respite at all, it’s the same way, even at dusk; covered in sweat. Explains why a lot of Queenslanders are up at 4am in Summer.

I’m not sure if I will get used to it, as in “acclimatise”. I’ll keep you posted. I have noticed a lot depends on your housing, a unit built in the 50’s has no insulation at all, a more modern one, even a cheaper modern dwelling as superior insulation compared to an older building. This makes a huge difference to lifestyle and comfort.

Heading into month 3 and the Sarina Rail crew have just started tooting in the late evening and early hrs of the morning - are the rail workers waiting for me to put in a complaint against them?

None of the petrol stations in Sarina have proper air stations, so I’m unable to deflate my tyres to the correct pressure. I had to guess! The petrol station when you first enter Sarina, they were doing signs, something about cows - disgusting, absolutely disgusting. I won’t be going to that petrol station again (one of the girls who lives here, works at that servo).

The girl at one of the other petrol station tried to overcharge me when I was paying cash – she failed. The other servo is excellent.

There seems to be an extreme amount of council Utes on the roads, everywhere I turn there is another one, and another, and another. Especially in the first month I was here.

My next-door neighbour tends to do things when bored, like yell out and then get his friends to beep the cars next door - just weird stupid things like that.

Plus, there are no second-hand shops in Sarina. Again, what is wrong with people? Also, the BnB across the road has some awful girl there, the dogs at Mitre 10 were doing signs, the opshop was too awful and overcrowded to shop from (only clothes really anyway), the pet shop did not have any of the 3 things I was after, the tip was closed - supposed to be open, the girls at the Rej shop stole .75c by overcharging, and tried to steal from me by way of crap wax. I will definatly try to stick to online shopping. Although still, I cannot sell any of my 2nd hand goods (I sold 1 thing, socket wrench set for $10.)

I tried to join the local native Sarina Landcare group, but they refused, stating I will need to be “approved”, but they also refused me the newsletter and the 10 free tubes with registration. Bitches, - happy not to be a part of bitches. And this explains the exotic weed problem in Queensland. I find the general community in all localities now absurd.

I will be happy here if I keep to myself. Although the thieving here does not seem to be anywhere near as bad as the thieving in Gin Gin, Kookaburra Park. Probably landlord related. The landlord and friends poisoned my trees.

Also, later, I don’t remember this happening last year but this year there has been quite a few fires and they have been really stinky, and lasting all night. This putrid smoke smell happened 3 or 4 times now. And it wasn’t smoke from a fireplace and woodburning smell; it was toxic putrid smoke, so I think it might’ve been smoke coming from Freshwater Point; there’s a little area where I drove down, the old boat ramp I think, there’s a whole heap of rubbish there, so I think someone has lit it to burn it instead of picking it up and taking to the tip. It is disgusting. It was all plastic and glass, and then what’s more I think they lit a fire in the scrubland nearby to disguise it. Men up here are really sneaky and dodgy, they appear the old-fashioned type, they haven’t been ‘gentrified’.

Then the smoke all day today and tonight is just wood smoke, so that’s probably sugarcane burning, but I can’t believe they still do it because there’s much better ways to take care of your stubble than to burn it. It’s totally irresponsible and selfish it’s like the whole community is getting polluted and smoke is very bad for lungs. My throat is really sore. I’ve taken a slippery elm tablet doesn’t hasn’t had much of an effect. I can’t sleep because it’s so revoltingly stinky. I think this community is still bloody asleep at the wheel; you should be doing something about this, get those farmers to stop doing it, there should be fines for them. WAKE UP.

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9. New location at Sarina – UNIT review, April 2022

The place I have just moved to, was basically the only rental available, rentals at the moment are disgracefully overpriced, particularly in Queensland. In North Queensland there are a lot of hotels/motels converted into 1-bedroom units, and they’re charging outrageous rent prices for those ridiculously small places which are NOT intended for peoples permanent homes. Anyone forced to live in a “converted” hotel room, is not living a proper life, and is being severely OPRESSED. (It is clear this complex was built with greed, and not love.) Before I go on, I want to mention, first, the petrol people, put the petrol up during the month I go to leave from $1.45 to $2.20/L. Then the hire truck, place, OMG, they gave me a truck without telling me it goes into low gear if you do not know how to use their special gear stick, and then they left so I was stuck with what I thought a faulty truck, even though I just paid them $1700, and the bimbo at the counter also said if I have an accident whilst reversing it’s not covered by their insurance! And then there was a blonde girl taking a video of me at the counter (?)  Fuck off you stupid little dogs. {I later saw that blonde one here in Sarina, in the car park, ANOTHER BLONDE STALKING BIMBO? Oh, what a surprise. She was showing off a new car that looked like mine, but the newer version. She also seems to come in and park just down the complex a bit, in the middle, and sits their idling, then leaves – she seems to do this on a daily basis and at all hours, plus she changes cars FUCK OFF YOU STUPID BIMBO}.

So, anyway; I looked at this place initially because of its location, it’s in a leafy spot, which of course is going to catch me, and since I could not travel up to look at before moving, it would have to do, but it has a huge caveat and that’s the size, it is tiny. A hotel. (7m x 5m, including wall space, tiny).

I guess I can’t complain too much because it’s nice and clean, and it has a large 2 car-port area that I can hang my fern collection in (thank goodness, although most of them died anyway, they don’t like it here for some reason – caterpillar problems in a rainforest). Plus, I can have my cat here, and this was the other main factor of why I had to take it – as no other rental, not one, would accept any pets – OUTRAGEUOS NAZI REALESTATE behaviour. (And thankgoodness it is vinyl floor.)

After 2mnths of peacefully living here, and recuperating from the ordeal of moving on my own, the trains started tooting at all hrs of the night - they are big on waking people up here, the whole town would hear it. SUCH DISRESPECT FOR OTHERS.

There are strange coughing fits by my neighbour every night so far, (12mnths) he sounds like a sick ferret.

The garden surrounding the place is a beautiful rainforest garden, and it backs onto a creek, so if I ignore the fact that peoples septic overflow runs into the creek, it’s actually quite beautiful, there are even ferns growing. The town water is majorly chlorine, so I have to leave all my buckets outside to collect the rainwater for drinking and watering. So, the pretty garden was actually quite surprising, and is really nice, I do enjoy walking around the garden with my camera, albeit I should not, so my foot can heel. I can see the creek from the toilet window, it’s very nice. (For some weird reason the window on the back wall in the bedroom is only 35cm square, so tiny, and I cannot see out unless I stand on tippies – what a waste of a view). And the whole septic thing – SO UNACCEPTABLE! I could swim in that creek if people did not use it for their personal waste, I truly can’t believe it has not been fixed. Wake up Queensland.

Unfortunately, it’s situated on an old highway, and it’s still busy. I was hoping for a quiet spot this time, but least it is not as bad as the Bundaberg Gin Gin Road, but still, it’s busy, and there are hoons, trucks and beeping nanner’s already driving up and down outside my place, not to mention the earthworks business just up the road with heavy trucks.

From being raised on a remote farm and living for much of my life on a farm, it’s now pretty awful living so close to other people. I can hear my neighbour when he yawns too. The walls are thin, and the windows are not airtight, thus not sound proof either (the dividing walls in the car port do not go all the way up, so one can hear any noise, conversation coming from next door, from my bedroom). I have a thing about being woken during the night I HATE IT!! It really pisses me off. I can never get back to sleep, until 2hrs later around 6, then 7 is when I like to be waking up, but I am still in dream state then, so really tired and sleepy still…. So, I get a whole interrupted night’s sleep, which means I do not get proper body rest and memory allocation from the previous day. I have as yet, not been “allowed” to sleep the whole night through since I got here. Actually, I recall it was the same at Kookaburra Park, with me being woken up deliberate, but after I wrote about it, it ceased some – after I wrote this, I got 1 good night’s sleep the next night, but that was it, back to being interrupted at least 2 or 3 times every night) Anyway, I think really, the only word to describe such close proximity is ‘revolting and repulsive’. Even as I sit on the loo, I am thinking, with that echo, the whole block must be able to hear me! I believe they have laws now about the sound proofing between apartments, but they were only introduced in the 90’s. This one was built in the 70’s? it is complete with asbestos, I think it was the 70’s they started using asbestos, maybe it was the 50’s??

But, so, I’m trying not to complain too much, and to be grateful, as after all, this was the only place on offer for me. Least cleaning is a breeze, and no lawns to mow. And I’ll just ignore the fact that in the shower, I’ve got to stand kind of skew turned to one side because the cubicle is so small and I’ve got buttlength hair, washing it is kind of an arduous process now.

So when I first got here, the word dungeon came to mind because it’s very dark, there’s hardly any light coming in, at least someone has had the sense to put in a bright cool led bulb in the bathroom, I leave it on all day to try and remove the dungeon feeling (usually all rentals I move into, have extreme low wattage lightbulbs, I really don’t know how anyone can handle such low wattage, and usually the first thing I do is go round and swap out all lightbulbs for the brightest led ones I can get). Also, whenever the neighbours come and go, the ones with ‘bomb cars’, that stink out toxic exhaust fumes, I have to race to the door and shut it, as all the fumes come inside and loiter, (my neighbour thinks his car is really good, but really it’s just a stink bom), same if anyone lights up a cigarette, and I can’t believe how many people smoke still up here – its sooo disgusting, I have to hold my breath and race to the door, then put the fan on if any came in, plus I usually start coughing just from that loitering stench. (The bomb cars btw, often stink because they have not had regular oil change, I told one guy who helped me unload on the first day I was here, (life saver, he totally saved me from utter exhaustion), that his car stunk – he happened to be taking it in to the mechanics for service that day, and the mechanics fixed it, it now is kind of normal and not totally putrid. But the car next door to me, that btw, does not look like a bomb car, is by far the 2nd worse stinky car in the complex. He works for the government from home by making phone calls (I bet he gets paid a motzer for those 1 - 3 phone calls he makes, usually in the morning for about 20minutes – I can hear him, he is only here temporarily until he can move into his new house at Mackay. (I personally can’t believe as I get older, exactly how unfair and “democratic” some people’s lives are – they are so easy, compared to other peoples. He told me he did not bring any of his furniture up with him when he moved, he just threw it all out, and will purchase more for his new place!! Lucky for some! (I will add here; I met a couple in Moore Park Beach, just before I left, both in their late 40’s, about my age, I asked them both what they did for a living (beautiful huge house and huge garden, opposite the beach – really idyllic), and they both said, neither of them worked, they used to work together for a large company, but both were paid out large renumeration packages to leave! Can you believe that? Half their luck too; no company I left ever paid me to leave! You know, I bet they both worked there, not as a couple, at first, but when they hooked up, and became a couple, that’s when their luck changed, and they were offered all of that money!! Plus, they can’t talk about it, it’s taboo subject, for fear that what they got, maybe taken away from them. Such discrimination against singles.

Anyway, back to my review; so, I don’t quite think this is ‘normal housing’, I think this is now low-income housing, but the rent they are charging, is definitely not low-income rent, well I don’t think it is -expensive, and past my budget allowance by $30 a week, so that’s $30 of costcutted meals now. Although the ones down the other end are less. I strongly know that I’m over paying for this unit, but landlords know about the rental crisis, so know they can overcharge – and do. Especially since I also am harassed by the neighbours who live at just next door up the hill at 108 -  same old same old, I’m not sure why the neighbours are attracted to me so much, they can’t resist me, everywhere I go I have problems with neighbours, and at least 4 items have been stolen already. Like, are they waiting for me to yell out and disturb the whole neighbourhood with “fuck off you stupid dog” do they really need a good yelling at? Major dog problems from them the whole time I have been here, it amazes me how some women and kids have no ability to think for themselves, maybe it’s a genetic thing. Plus, I suspect she may be somehow stealing food from my orders (meat) – it’s dog related theft. Police, they are so clueless. On the first day I moved here, I heard a woman yell out to me, it was after I had unloaded the whole truck, and Nev my neighbour had taken the truck back to Bundaberg, she yelled out “ohh, you win”. Great I thought, another fucking dog neighbour, perhaps she was being manipulated by my last revolting landlord? I need to add, their house at 108 is hidden by trees, so when someone yells out from up their (steep hill, probably their house sits 7m above our units) I cannot see anyone – such a typical way that dogs harass me, verbally and hidden from site. And, I think that household may forget, due to the trees and shrubs, that there are actually 13 other units down here, who can all hear them, plain as day, there is only 6m between them and the units, earshot range. Maybe aside from kids, their parents, are trying to recreate their childhood, when the only time they received any attention from their mum, is when she yells at them for doing something wrong? I often feel like I’m surrounded by a bunch of complete morons that haven’t evolved and don’t know how to even raise kids. Also, today I could smell pot, coming in the front door, either coming from someone in 108, or someone in one of my unit complex? Could be Sam, she moved in same time as me, blue car. Out of the 13 units, only 4 of them go to work, and only sometimes, everyone else is pretty much here all the time. I guess that’s good security. Although sometimes someone gets periodic work in the early hours of the morning, and so we all wake up when their  alarm goes off, and can hear them up and about, and when their car leaves. We hear everything in this unit complex. The new girl next door to me sometimes gets up at 4am to look after disabled people (on a Sunday). Plus, it seems this coincides with train tooting. So 3mnths after I am here, there is a new girl, and then there is also train beeping. So, go find out who started working the trains in July 2022 and see who is waking the whole town at all hrs….

There are 4 other women that live in these units, 2 of them look like me in a way. There is only 1 couple, the rest are singles. Back when I was inquiring about this unit, the then real estate girl said these units were predominantly elderly retirement units, and I guess that was the intended use after the motel shut down, because they’re so small and low maintenance, perfect for an older person. So, the fact that there are only 4 elderly, out of 13 people here, tells you something about the scarcity of rentals and the desperation of ordinary everyday people. And those 4 also do not fit the stereotype of elderly, they are all active and drive around regularly.

I have been contacting governments about this housing issue, because they seem to be a bit oblivious to the housing crisis in QLD, and I was shown a housing accommodation they were doing; it looked like about 50 small bungalows set up on a patch of land. It looked like maybe a school holiday camp, or perhaps if there was a conference for a company, and they wanted to send all their employers to it, they would stay somewhere like that. So, this was the kind of accommodation that they were thinking of turning into housing for people! So, I was outraged by this, and told the politician that she should give up her home and all her possessions, and have to live in one of those! A little later, I saw that project was shut down. She obviously got in touch with her ‘empathy’. Hooray. But the issue still needs to be addressed. They are trying to do Rental Scheme; NRAS, but as far as I can see, all those rentals are priced exactly the same as the private market. I mean there needs to be at least 30,000 NRAS homes built all up the A1 in North Queensland, at least.

Most of my neighbours in the complex are pretty good, I think there may be, 3 bad ones, with thefts from inside my unit, I saw one possibly steal, one day, this guy was sneaking back in to their unit, he could be a possible lunatic from Gunnedah who follows me about? I know there are quite a few who follow me. So, I definitely saw that man behaving suspiciously, and my card reader was missing off my desk just inside my door, and that’s the kind of thing thieves take; it’s like a game for them. But one time the Handyman was here, Merve, and we were talking about the hot water, I didn’t know where it was, and he showed me, it was round the back of the units,  I was out the back talking to him, when I remembered, I had forgot to shut and lock the front door. And I could hear at least two cars from the hwy hoons, pull up outside my unit. I suspect those car hoons who I am always winging about on this blog, saw an opportunity, door left unlocked, and drove into my complex and took those items. Plus, I definitely think it’s kookaburra Park related, because one of the items, I acquired for free, when I was living at kookaburra Park; there was a community centre there, you could leave things that you don’t want. Someone had left something I could use, a nutribullet cup, so I had taken it, and had used it for the last 2 yrs. It was an item that was stolen out of my unit. I believe whoever left it, took it back. As in, Indian Giver. And whoever this person is, is a hoon that follows me around in their car, looking for opportunities to steal. I don’t know why the police don’t do anything about the hoons. It’s like so obvious, that they’re the thieves. I personally suspect that this person, actually, I think there are several, but they also, change their cars frequently by buying and selling 2nd hand cars – they probably dabble in car mechanic stuff, fixing and selling. Male and female. Or, they could be the ones residing at no 108, as they would easily see if I was in my unit, or even the woman who has now left, just down near the middle unit; I discovered she was a woman from Enmore – yet another thieving stalking blonde bimbo. OMG. Seriously? what is wrong with the women in this country are they all completely stupid?

Anyway, there are no kids, which is great. (Such a privilege not having kids around).

I suspect one young man’s voice I heard coming from neighbours up the hill, was the same voice I heard at Builyan? A paid harasser who sometimes frequents those neighbours? Possible thief, one of my chickens was stolen from my freezer about the time he had a party up there – who pays him? Such deceit and dishonesty in this community.

Could all my neighbours please quit smoking, this is not the 90’s. Get with it. I have new neighbours who seem to chain smoke in the morning, all morning, it is DISGUSTING. The wind here blows south to north, always, - I say wind, but that is being far too literal, more like slight air movement, always wafts south to north. And I am north of those new neighbours. So, whenever they light up, I get the smoke; it directly goes into my car port then through my front door, through the kitchen and hall, and out the toilet window. If they sat next to their  door, the smoke could be channelled through their front door and out – instead of MINE! I can’t go outside and do my things I need to do out there anymore in the morning, and that’s the best time I can do it, as its cool enough. So hot and humid here. Or I have to keep making mad dashes inside holding my breath till I reach my bedroom, the only ‘bad fragrant’ free space. Seriously I think I am allergic to petrol fumes and cigarette smoke, I start coughing with brief exposure to either, and it lasts all week. TOTAL HEALTH HAZARD.

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Now I can’t hold the realtor responsible for the wind situation or lack of it, but I put in a request for a ceiling height partition between our units, so far the relator has ignored the request.

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Btw, my neighbour on my right, would be able to smell anything from my unit car park – I have had no complaints from her about anything).

I suspect my neighbors may be plotting to ‘get’ me, I told them all about this blog. It’s like I am getting stalked every time I go out to my little car-port garden – if I don’t want to be accosted by anyone, I have to check to see if no one is there, poke my head out, it’s like they take it in turns to stalk! They seem to (especially the old men), seem to be trying to engage me, for the point of admitting guilt to something I didn’t do – you know, like how in the movies the police try to intimidate someone to get a confession – it’s a thing, ‘under duress’ I think it’s called – so they are deliberatley trying to copy them. {My cotton is the good Pima cotton!} Possible Merve the handyman problems, he sometimes calls saying I called him – I DID NOT. Although I think he is trying to retire, they got someone else to do the lawns last time.

The fire alarms (3 in each tiny unit!) seem to go off without smoke. Maybe the mould can set them off?? Major mould problem. They are all connected by Bluetooth, and I suspect remote access, someone wanting to play God. Not appropriate. However, they can be switched off, I took a photo of the instructions, for anyone who wants to see how. (They later sent a guy who fixed them).

There is no wind here, it is very sheltered, and as such my washing takes 3 days to dry in winter, then it still feels damp anyway. There is mould on the timber cupboard in the car port, aswell as on my sewing tables, kitchen tables, and inside my bedside drawers. Plus, on the ceiling.

We have had 2 rental inspections – you know how I feel about that, see my YouTube video of my previous landlords intrusion.

On the third day here, I was looking at Google Maps, and noticed that I was only 11 minutes from Armstrong Beach, so I immediately, excitedly packed up, got into the car and went over there, (even though I’m driving on minimal petrol at the moment, way too expensive to fill up ($90 a tank)), but I was kind of disappointed, because I can’t swim there, it’s got stingers apparently, and crocodiles, plus it’s kind of really shallow for a long way, I don’t know how far, but there’s no waves, plus its cloudy and muddy. It’s really not very inviting. I have to do some more exploring in the area, plus I think the couple I spoke to at 38 Melba st, Armstrong Beach, I think may have had something to do with the theft of my swimmers from the back of the Ute – blue top with fringe. What is wrong with people? Flaming idiots.

The local post office delivers all mail to my door or letterbox! Woohoo (if only they would collect too!).

The weather is great, my head does not feel like it is shrinking too much in winter, like it did further south. When I am sitting at my desk (which is basically right at the front door), and it’s raining, I can look out and see the rainforest garden, see the rain coming down, here it, smell it, and I can just sit there and sip on my coffee, eat my choccy biscuit, and really nothing else matters - after nine years of drought this rain is pretty much heavenly bliss. – It rained and it rained, and it rained, all bad things were forgotten. WOOHOO, I AM HERE (too bad my garden is not here with me L)