New York, New York

I’ve been seriously considering moving to NYC for a while. Two years at drama school is the plan du jour. It's something i've always wanted to do and never had the guts to do it. I'll have to sell everything (bed, couch, tables, all that apartment stuff), end my lease, quit my job and start again with only two suitcases. That in itself would be fine it's really the whole US visa crap that is the thing that freaks me the most.

I ended up on IM with Cherry last night and had to confess exactly what I was doing : searching Craigslist for marriages of conveniences...Oh save me, save me now!

Australia just has too many bad memories for me and I just can’t shake the feeling that I am in a parallel life to where I should be. Something like Back to the Future part II.

I’m in the process of applying for a new passport (the old one got soaked when I was in Venice back in 2002). Alas, there are not too many jobs wishing to sponsor in my line of work so maybe i'll have to jump right into the US debate with all the other illegals. Gasp* I've been checking out Mimi's article for tips of how to sneak under the radar.

Is anyone living in NYC at the moment?

The Biggest Loser

I walked out on my blog for one reason: I am addicted to the Aussie version of the BIGGEST LOSER!

I freaking love that show. It has consumed my life for the past few weeks prompting me to make my own chart and post it on the fridge and haul arse to the gym between 4-6 times a week.

Last night was the season finale and I sat my arse on my fabulous blue couch. I am in love with Bob. What can I say he's really the perfect man: American, sexy tatoos, a great body, a beautiful accent and is gay. I'm a sucker for what I can't have. I totes want him to be my trainer.

I had a haircut last week and forced my hairdresser discuss the BL with me. Turns out my salon is contracted to do the hair for the contestants for finale. I immediatley whored myself proclaiming how fab I was and why I should be allowed to go along with them acting as an assistant for the evening. No cigar hence my watching the end game from my living room.

Alas, the BL has been replaced with Big Brother and I couldn't give a shit about Big Bruv. It just reminds me how much I hate my fellow Aussies. OK, I'll admit I was addicted to the UK version when I lived in London. But I refuse to be suckered into the world of Big Bruv!

Thank God there is one more Biggest Loser special this Sunday. Can't wait.