Note to self :

• Buy a city map, so you don’t (again) end up in some obscure alley when you really were aiming for vibrant William Street (no Rose & Ruby to be found in that trash container).

• Don’t buy any more workout home videos at Fishpond.com.au, because they all belong in the category ‘don’t try this at home’. Or is it me, degrading them into drawer-status?

• Drag our karaoke neighbor to X-Factor and let Ronan Keiting tell the crazy bloke to shut up. Neighbor conflict avoided, problem solved. Besides the hazard of conflict: I’m not equipped with a megaphone, so trying to overrule a screaming maniac and ditto guitar is pretty much a waste of time.

• Ignore the 12 Marie-Claire’s for only 35 dollars offer. Our mailbox is too small to take on any women’s glossy (especially the ones fattened with 100 pages of ads), and you know it. As a matter of fact: our pigeon hole is too small to contain anything you would want to receive. So all we find, are flyers of Pizza Hut and the local Jomanda (she is a really good stuffer). But what am I complaining about? At least it is in style with the shoebox apartment. Bravo for the architect!

• For the last time: don’t eat all the banana bread at Gloria Jean’s. So you never have to search drawers for that Pussycat Doll’s workout. And again fail to work those kittycat moves on the available room space. And end up as Marie-Claire: too much woman for 7 Bridge Street.
  
• Don’t tell anyone you have a Pussycat Doll’s workout dvd (Don’t Chaaaa?)
  
  
• Suggest to karaoke neighbor to team up and do a ‘Susan Boyle’ when the X-factor caravan hits Sydney.

• Make notes to self concerning things to write about. To avoid embarrassing revelations.