Fucking, fucking hell, work is so godawful at the moment I don't even have words. I am stressed and upset and want to stab people and DIE. In happier news, Evil Dan Scott turned up trumps on OTH, I made risotto, have had a glass of wine, and watched Tim Minchin on last Friday's Jonathan Ross, so feel marginally less shitty. Would feel better but I' ( Read more... )

( Jesus Christ, would you look at the whiny woe on me... )

I am tired and achey and sadfaces and couldn't make any decisions and Katie made me tuna mayonnaise for tea because SHE JUST KNEW it was what I wanted and we have no food except lentils and tomato ketchup and flour and cheese and I did a whole lolarious post about my hols but left it at work and I am just basically made of EPIC FAIL ( Read more... )

My plastic cut hurts. Ow. Woe. Ow.

1. The porn is coming along well. I know you're all glad to hear it ( Read more... )

1. WE HAVE CURTAINS ( Read more... )

Dear Christ and all his goblins, how I despise mornings. Especially wintery mornings, when the idea of leaving one’s cozy little bed is insupportable. Having to drag myself into consciousness at ten to eight every day is a hideous task, for which I do not feel I am justly rewarded. Also, is there anything worse than attempting to have a shower in a ( Read more... )

I have a spot on my chin. It is sore. I weep, Englebert.

I am awash with period pains. Woe.