December 2008
56 posts
Cats ain’t got nothing on the nap I’m going to have when I get home.
I need help. I’ve gone completely soft.
Oh bloody hell, I’ve broken another set of circs.
wait… that should have read ‘animal cruelty and gratuitous gender stereotyping ftw!’. Sigh.
Home watching Swiss Family Robinson. Animal cruelty for the benefit of cinema audiences ftw!
Cat sitting for an hour or so. One of them is furiously headbutting my coat, the chair, anything but the person who will stroke him. Teehee.
Bingeing on leftovers and CSI. Blissful.
I’m sure one isn’t supposed to have *this* much fun cooking xmas dinner…
http://twitpic.com/wb0s - Merry Christmas, folks!
Laura got a new puppy for Christmas. (Disclaimer:... →
And the merry xmas text messages from unknown numbers begin. Gah.
Whisky butter made. Cake marzipanned. I’ve got what I need… the rest of xmas can go hang. :)
Don’t you just hate when you see a gorgeous happy little puppy being set on the path of mauling small children. Sigh.
I am transfixed by a glittering bag at the bus stop. It’s got LEDs in a snowflake pattern on it. And dancing polar bears.
Actually, it turns out that they’re snowmen. Ugh.
listening to French radio. I swear every song so far has been about death. Apart from Yellow Submarine. And that might as well have been.
Pancakes have never exactly been my forté, but this is ridiculous.
Entering in the land of toss. Apparently this will make me more organised. Who knew?
Britain is proud possessor of the largest sheep semen archive in the world. Well. Now you know. Thank you Farming Today.
Bath Cookies Recipe : TipNut.com →
I have now held a baby. Neither of us screamed. This is worthy of note.
Think the point at which you have to squeeze one eye closed is the point at which you should stop posting. Then again, which bus am I on?
At work’s xmas do. Nobody wants to pull my cracker.
Typically, it’s just after I tweet that the boys start getting their tats out.
I am in walkabout. Wtf?
This is getting silly. Now everyone’s claiming not to have seen the waterskiing otter. IT WAS RIGHT THERE. How unobservant are these people?
So much for inbox zero. Crackberry, do you know what you’ve done to my gmail? You’re supposed to sync deleted mail. 340 unread says YOU LIE.
Verdict on the soup: looks like slurry, tastes freakin’ awesome. Wonder if red lentils would look any better?
I’m making Lebanese soup.
This bus is musical… All the handrails are vibrating at different pitches… I wonder if it makes different tunes on different routes?
The team chocolates have been sitting on one woman’s desk for half an hour now. She’s not eating them but GOD WOMAN PASS THEM ROUND ALREADY.
Here, ipod cable… *whistles*… come on, be a good boy, Laura needs to go to work…
Had to name my nintendog tweasel cos there weren’t enough letters for twatweasel.
drinking GINger beer to recover from yet another stressful encounter with npower.
this umbrella is weird… It’s fine when it’s up, but distinctly limp when I take it down. Flaccid, even.
I have a sudden uncontrollable urge to dye my hair.
Ok. Zebra crossing - fine. Pelican crossing - fine too. but dear god, puffin crossings? Toucan? Pegasus?? That’s going too far.
There were penguins in Santa outfits on the TV earlier. Well, I think there were, nobody else saw them. How could one miss Santa penguins?
I am becoming far too well acquainted with the back ends of buses.
This gig is awesome. It’s like the timeline coughed and brought up a gobbet of the eighties. In a good way.
Phonecalls of complaint: 2. Letters of complaint: 1. Naps: 0. Can’t win them all, I suppose.
Laura hates phones and npower. →
I would just like to inform the gritting pixie that they missed a spot. THE PAVEMENT.
Finally listened to the new Metronomy album. I like it. Quite a lot, actually.
Argh! Why does this alpaca not want to be anything I tell it to be! I swear I’m going to bin it soon!
I just got a big bar of chocolate for managing not to make the bank look shit. Woot!
Just tried to clean my face with contact lens fluid. FAIL.
I can hear an owl.
Guess who feels like a twat for being too lazy to run upstairs to fetch her umbrella this morning? A rather cold and soggy twat at that.