January 2009
77 posts
uh-oh. picot cardigan is really rather snug. hi boobs! you didn’t want to be covered anyway, right? eep.
Anybody know if crochet i-cord is a) fast b) easy and c) similar enough to knitted that I could substitute t’one for t’other?
two rows forward, one row back. Spose it’s not as bad as it could be.
I heart Jason Statham. I also heart Jason Statham’s accent, in a completely separate but no less fervent manner.
come along now, time machine. I know it’s been two weeks but there’s no need to be so whirry about it.
tie band done. it ties, and everything.
omg i almost have the right number of stitches in the 400 stitch band I’ve been crocheting.
Winding a large number of balls.
Laura thinks she 'gets' bread. →
hand-washing in this weather is not good for the hands. brrrrrr.
Bed on a weekday. OH GOD YES.
souping up my itunes scripts to update last.fm at the same time. love/ban sorted but now wondering if the mood tags would transfer.
I AM ON HOLIDAY. When does the fun start?
I gather this is fortune cookie’s idea of joke. Screw you too, buddy.
can i brag about finishing yet another project if I’ve not blocked or sewn it together yet? OH TOO LATE. *smug*
omg the High Life is on BBC4. :D :D :D
Threatened my uterus with octuplets and caesarian. Quietened down with no need for pills. Interesting.
My dough has risen so much I fear it may make its way out of the oven of its own accord. Down, mutant bread! Down I say!
No, twitter spammer, I do not want a half price mobile phone. Especially not from a hatchet-faced bimbo like yourself. KTHX.
Fortune cookie say: ‘Wednesday is your lucky day. Enjoy it.’ Thank you, fortune cookie. I will.
And when the bus driver sees you on the other side of the road trying to cross, smiles at you and buggers off anyway. Bitch, this is war.
don’t you just love it when none of your alarms go off? Bah.
Oh yeah, three FOs in three days. NOW who wants to touch me?
Chilli and Chocolate crisps are WRONG. Bad call, Catherine in High Wycombe.
Wristwarmers are finished!
Vodka and ginger beer. Nom nom nom.
I have just put up a curtain rail without breaking the window. Who wants to touch me?
PS Screw you Philips connectivity guide. You were crap.
Can’t believe I’ve been here for five months and only just connected iTunes to the TV. No more tinny music!
drinking a beeeyooootifully pink smoothie.
Capacious is a wonderful word. Cavernous is good, gaping even, but capacious wins every time.
Phew, socks finished. On to the replacement wristwarmers. Maybe.
Was asked today how I might feel about being trained on the phones. Managed to decline politely and not leap out of the window. So proud!
Scarlet Harlots are in the final of that orange unsigned act show??! That seems to have escaped the local radar.
Mouth-breathing like the specialest snowflake that ever was.
O hi, sinuses. So nice to hear from you after all this time.
how do I hate thee, cheese grater. let me count the ways. BASTARD.
Finally weaved in the ends of a shrug I made months ago purely so I can go to bed with a lemsip and keep my shoulders warm as I drink.
I left my wristwarmers on the bus. Goodbye, Irish Hiking Wristwarmers. You will be missed until I make a new pair.
Happy hopefully less sucky president, America! Mwah mwah!
Laura loves crunchy hair. →
This bus smells bad. Like someone spilt strawberry milkshake on the heater several hours ago bad. *gag*
OMG this CSI involves a fight breaking out between blokes at a Maroon Five concert. As if men go to Maroon Five concerts. CSI FAIL.
pizza break over. back to the gussets. FNAR.
Working on the second flap. Still funny.
Hornblower! Wooo!
Laura is not going to go to Newcastle until they... →
Why jack off when you can just jack in?
Mmm, mud and worms. I think I like this gardening thing.