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another payday, another day i realise how little my time is worth !
work was hella busy, lotsa slack people like me took the day off... i'd do the same but im working saturday anyway.

so while i'm working flat out like a lizard drinking, i call up my lady business friend who is getting me onto her TV show(major theme for coming blogs), and she invites me to dinner tomorrow night with some of her clients and some others in the local film industry. now, i was supposed to go to the footy - Bombers v. Bulldogs.

yeh so i kinda had to pike out... i don't feel like getting drunk and eating crap food, waking up next day wondering where $100 went.
so i say yes to dinner, turns out, one of her acquaintances is working for the PR firm marketing the Melbourne International Film Festival !

So, tomorrow night, i'll get all dolled up, bring my A game, and see if i can score some free tickets and/or talk my way into a Media Pass...

P.S. so im out having drinks for a work friends birthday(femaile) + (lesbian), and we end up seeing a "drag-king" show. drag-king as in opposite of drag-queen. ive never felt so masculine, and yet have my masculinity threatened so much at the same time - took a pic of the shop next door - leather chaps, whips, gimp masks etc