Why I heart “Googling”

Check out some of the search terms that help people stumble headfirst into The Fat Fighters Chronicles:

“weeing”
“low fat rum balls”
“daniel mostyn”
“boobs”
“french knickers wedgie”
“hornyville”
“messy wedgie” (ummmmmmmmmmm?)
“fat shitting”
“eat yourself into a coma”
“apples make me fart”
“hot midriffs”
“smelly fart chicken”
“sex in kitchen”
“fart fighters”
“i am weeing”
“ze fat”

BAHAHAHA. Well, after all the times people find my blog using the word “fart”, I’m considering changing it to THE FART FIGHTERS CHRONICLES. Seems fitting.

TBL, chips-choccie-wine, did I mention TBL?

– I am obsessed with The Biggest Loser. I have been doing my best to avoid watching it because there are a few elements I really disagree with, but I’m hooked. Every week(day) I seem to find myself in front of the telly, crying along with Julie the mum, wanting to pat dear ol’ Cam on the back, and cheering on the two poor blokes holed up out bush with the scary super-sized trainer (can’t remember his name, but he’s no Emazon).

– I am currently living on chips, cheese and wine … not to mention the occasional chocolate. Wagtown = Gorgefest, but I’m okay with it. What else are holidays for? I am going out for a fabulous dinner tonight at the 3 Chefs (“Google that shit) with a dear friend. Can’t. Wait. For. Oysters.

– I busted out some serious Guitar Hero action last night and this morning. While I sat on my tush while shredding that shite up, I must say my wrists got quite the workout. Strong wrists. What every girl wants.

The Fat Fighters Chronicles 2.0

After nearly four months of banging out The Fat Fighters Chronicles on teenie/sceney MySpace, I’ve decided the Chronicles are ready to be taken to the next level. Think of it as The Fat Fighters Chronicles 2.0, if you will. Brace yourself. It’s not always pretty.

PS: Never fear, I’ve uploaded all previous blogs onto this page, too. Check it. Can’t have new readers missing out on all those midnight blowouts in the earlier months.