Feckit...
Just deleted the rant I typed 'cos... well, 'cos I feel like all I do is moan atm. :- /
Sitting in the office today, T and I decided we need to do something unusual, outrageous and fun just to stop ourselves gnawing our own legs off. Various suggestions were rejected:- we can't do a Thelma and Louise 'cos neither of us can drive, we don't have the money to start a spider monkey sanctuary (not to mention no spider monkeys) and whilst I could probably still get a train to $city, track down ThatBloke, sling him on his bed and do filthy things to him, I cba to shave my legs. So, another night in front of the computer it is then.
If someone fancies rescuing me, I won't put up much of a fight, really I won't.
Sitting in the office today, T and I decided we need to do something unusual, outrageous and fun just to stop ourselves gnawing our own legs off. Various suggestions were rejected:- we can't do a Thelma and Louise 'cos neither of us can drive, we don't have the money to start a spider monkey sanctuary (not to mention no spider monkeys) and whilst I could probably still get a train to $city, track down ThatBloke, sling him on his bed and do filthy things to him, I cba to shave my legs. So, another night in front of the computer it is then.
If someone fancies rescuing me, I won't put up much of a fight, really I won't.