So, as I understand it, you fill out the wee meme questions, and based on the answers, describe your personal hell. Sounds like fun.

( Yay )

Gratch, as much as I adore her, has a rather annoying tendency to find between 4 and 7 a.m. as a time to act up. She will perform any one or a combination of these ( Read more... )

Okay, so there's the whole thing about joining fandom_counts (been there, done that, and got lost staring at people's userpics, oops...) and then I've just found there's a community, innocence_jihad which, in itself, is an awesome name. It's got all the linkage and I haven't really looked deeper into the posts and yet there is much amusment as it is ( Read more... )

So I've sort of been keeping a mental list of actor's voices I would adore to hear narrating anything--even the driest text book, if only to hear their voices. It includes ( Read more... )

Not the one I was planning to make, but I'll make it anyway.

( I might have got a wee bit carried away. )

Okay, so, um, Saturday was my best mate pandoras_evil_t's birthday. Her 21st, in fact. Big shindig like thing planned. Ish.

Well, dinner at Valentines where we all dressed v. v. nice and somehow managed not to get pished or spend a hell of a lot on the bar tab. And then Damo, Ange, Anita and I were off out on the town (after Ange and I did some creative ( Read more... )

According to the Death Clock, I'm gonna die Thursday, September 26, 2024. I'll be 39. Unless I change my outlook from "sadistic" to "optimistic" in which case I have until Wednesday, October 19, 2078. *laughs* It's such a crazy thing. What's so not fair is that my mother and brother are both supposed to outlive me by about 30 years ( Read more... )

Blah blah blah scum people blah blah blah...

Me: "...just so long as he doesn't make a pass at you!"

Ange: "If he does, I'll take away his ability to ever pleasure a woman!"

"What, you'll cut out his tongue?"

"...and his ability to procreate."

"Good woman."

Fin.

Damn PMS. I'm just generally out of sorts thanks to my body punishing for once again failing to get myself pregnant... not that I've been trying. *shudder* Argh! I feel like shit. Coffee not helping. Chocolate not helping. Moody as hell, and teasing from Dad and Suzy not helping. They keep forgetting.

Blah.

Fin.

Dad babysits Joel on Mondays. Joel is the three year old of this woman Cindy--and her mum Carol is my dad's ex. They parted on good terms, obviously. But yeah, he likes doing this babysitting stuff. He's been ready to be grandfather for years, he says, but Iain and I are simply too young to be starting on giving him grandchildren yet, ( Read more... )