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Right! So work has unblocked livejournal and so I shall update a piece. I know I promised myself that I'd do this thing chronologically but who really has time for that? No doubt I will retrieve my finger from my arse one fine day and recap a bunch of the beautiful things Baby & I have been upto. With pictures! No doubt. Trust.
In a nutshell though, the last few months have consisted of:
1. I got concussion for the first time! I kinda sorta dropped a 5-kilo-ish box on my brain. The lights hurt. I was whisked of to A&E in a unpaid cab, then had to walk home because it was two days before pay-day and I was broke. Dropped into a huge petshop on the way, and wondered around for an hour, concussed, wondering whether Rob would notice if I brought two finches home. Fell asleep, much against everyone's advice as soon as I got home and took the rest of the week off. Fuck you job!
2. Rob surprised me with a kit-kit. For the first month we called her Lola. Lola Kali-Snood to be precise. Than on our THIRD visit to the vets it turned out Lola has balls so we switched (with much mental difficulty, may I add) to Hank. HANK MEGADEATH SNOOD looks like this and is the cutest baby substitute kitty in the world. He lets you hold him like a child, drools a lot and is very vocal. Actually, he drools a whole lot and we may have to sedate him and poke around in his mouth. Boo!
This is the baby:
I swapped jobs at work, got a secondment with the press dept, watched & loved the apprentice, cryed whilst watching Strictly Dance Fever, hosted two successful dinner parties & felt suitably grown-up and metropolitan, was very poor for ages then got paid then was very poor again almost immediately, watched SAW and recommended it to everyone I came across, discovered M83 via Rob, bought quite a lot of cheap footwear, read, OMG finished Six Feet Under AND Freaks and Geeks in the same weekend (THANKYOU TV FOR RUINING MY LIFE) etc etc...
Wow, I was convinced a bunch of interesting things happened but no, it seems that's not so much the case.
But who cares - Going to ATP in two days so everything else can kiss my ass!
In a nutshell though, the last few months have consisted of:
1. I got concussion for the first time! I kinda sorta dropped a 5-kilo-ish box on my brain. The lights hurt. I was whisked of to A&E in a unpaid cab, then had to walk home because it was two days before pay-day and I was broke. Dropped into a huge petshop on the way, and wondered around for an hour, concussed, wondering whether Rob would notice if I brought two finches home. Fell asleep, much against everyone's advice as soon as I got home and took the rest of the week off. Fuck you job!
2. Rob surprised me with a kit-kit. For the first month we called her Lola. Lola Kali-Snood to be precise. Than on our THIRD visit to the vets it turned out Lola has balls so we switched (with much mental difficulty, may I add) to Hank. HANK MEGADEATH SNOOD looks like this and is the cutest baby substitute kitty in the world. He lets you hold him like a child, drools a lot and is very vocal. Actually, he drools a whole lot and we may have to sedate him and poke around in his mouth. Boo!
This is the baby:
I swapped jobs at work, got a secondment with the press dept, watched & loved the apprentice, cryed whilst watching Strictly Dance Fever, hosted two successful dinner parties & felt suitably grown-up and metropolitan, was very poor for ages then got paid then was very poor again almost immediately, watched SAW and recommended it to everyone I came across, discovered M83 via Rob, bought quite a lot of cheap footwear, read, OMG finished Six Feet Under AND Freaks and Geeks in the same weekend (THANKYOU TV FOR RUINING MY LIFE) etc etc...
Wow, I was convinced a bunch of interesting things happened but no, it seems that's not so much the case.
But who cares - Going to ATP in two days so everything else can kiss my ass!