I can hear a fucking peacock outside somewhere
Of course they are so bloody loud that there's no way of knowing where the bastard thing is.
Blog post
How To write Gay Characters In Your Mainstream Fiction: A Guide For A Friend. Slightly tongue-in-cheek in places, as the title should hopefully imply.
After accidentally staying up until 5am I somewhat overslept today (intention: get up at 8.30am, before the builder gets here. Reality: get up at 1pm, after the builder leaves), but I still happily remember the awesome song I made up at 3am, which goes: "soy una pera, soy una pera, soy una pera rosita; soy una pera, soy una pera, soy una pera azulita; soy una pera, soy una pera, soy una pera con queso; soy una pera, soy una pera, soy una pera en la hacienda, la hacienda de los huevos!"
Or in English: I am a pear, I am a pear, I am a little pink pear; I am a pear, I am a pear, I am a little blue pear; I am a pear, I am a pear, I am a pear with cheese; I am a pear, I am a pear in the house, the house of eggs!
This happened because Stan was trying to explain that "que es pera" and "que espera" are two very different things, and I went I AM A PEAR so many times that she gave up.
Anyway, our shower has been fixed now, I potentially have a job starting "sometime" next week (unsurprisingly they're having problems rolling out their database software. Because this hasn't totally happened in every single [data entry] job I've had or anything), the world does not appear to be ending of weather in quite the same way it was last weekend, and I have legwarmers.
Now I just need a calendar, to tell me what to do and when to do it, and someone with a big stick to make me DO the things I am supposed to be doing.
Blog post
How To write Gay Characters In Your Mainstream Fiction: A Guide For A Friend. Slightly tongue-in-cheek in places, as the title should hopefully imply.
After accidentally staying up until 5am I somewhat overslept today (intention: get up at 8.30am, before the builder gets here. Reality: get up at 1pm, after the builder leaves), but I still happily remember the awesome song I made up at 3am, which goes: "soy una pera, soy una pera, soy una pera rosita; soy una pera, soy una pera, soy una pera azulita; soy una pera, soy una pera, soy una pera con queso; soy una pera, soy una pera, soy una pera en la hacienda, la hacienda de los huevos!"
Or in English: I am a pear, I am a pear, I am a little pink pear; I am a pear, I am a pear, I am a little blue pear; I am a pear, I am a pear, I am a pear with cheese; I am a pear, I am a pear in the house, the house of eggs!
This happened because Stan was trying to explain that "que es pera" and "que espera" are two very different things, and I went I AM A PEAR so many times that she gave up.
Anyway, our shower has been fixed now, I potentially have a job starting "sometime" next week (unsurprisingly they're having problems rolling out their database software. Because this hasn't totally happened in every single [data entry] job I've had or anything), the world does not appear to be ending of weather in quite the same way it was last weekend, and I have legwarmers.
Now I just need a calendar, to tell me what to do and when to do it, and someone with a big stick to make me DO the things I am supposed to be doing.