Rosie's VJ

I haven't written a blog in over a year. I've decided to title this one 'Urethra Frankly', because this blog is about my vagina and lately my urethra has been a bit tight. So they tell me anyway. Also, it sounds like Aretha Franklin. "But Rosie, vaginas don't sing!" Mines does, and it sounds like Aretha Franklin.  What's happened in the last year? Well, much to the disappointment of audiences all over Christchurch, I've been doing stand up comedy. I'm also a receptionist at my local friendly pole dancing studio, and I'm back at uni studying law and politics. Anyway, that's the big update all done. It's assessment week at uni. I wouldn't say this blog is procrastination, but I'm definitely intentionally delaying all the work I have to do by writing this. I have to sentence a hypothetical man to prison. He isn't a particularly nice man from what I can tell, but that's hardly his fault. It doesn't seem fair w

In keeping with the vagina-theme of this blog, the title of this one is 'Vaginaphone'. That's because I quit my job at a certain telecommunications company about a month ago, not because my vagina is a phone. My vagina isn't like a phone at all. So yes I quit my job. I have to say, the big downside of quitting my job is that I miss having professional and work appropriate conversations with my fellow colleagues. Though sometimes I wish I had been a little less professional and committed to providing great customer service, just so that my associates could have seen the fun side of me. As an example of a fun thing that I'd do, sometimes when ending a call with one of the company's valued customers I'd say: 'thanks for your call valued customer, please enjoy your landline and broadband services'. Providing a great service is all the fun I need. I'm back at uni now though. Uni is short for 'university', which is an institution of learnin