Blah/Meh/Pffft/Wonko
This post is probably going to be a bit higgledy-piggledy, because I'm just going to type what comes into my head and when, so apologies.
I think I suffer from PMT, but not PRE Menstrual Tension, oh no... POST Menstrual Tension. The evil monthliness, once it's gone, leaves me with a feeling of Blah/Meh/Pfffft/Wonko.
I don't suppose it helps that the people of the orifice spend most of the day asking me stupid questions like "Has the Headed Paper come in yet?" and "Are our business cards in yet?" No. That is the simple answer. Give them chance to actually get it all printed for crying out loud. I think it's actually only a couple of them that actually DO annoy me full on, but today, when I'm feeling all wonko they all FEEL MY WRATH! I'd be effing leathal if I had a gun, aint that the truth (to the CIA, if you're reading... There's no need to place me on a 'danger - most wanted' list, I live in the UK and am somewhat sheltered. I would not know from where to get a gun).
I'm going to write, I think. Write angst. I'm feeling the angst today, but not the teenage emo 'I want to kill myself' angst, the general kind of angst.
OMG a really huge fat person (and I mean REEEEEEAAALLLLLLLLLLLY fat) just struggled to waddle passed the abode. With the teeniest hound you've ever seen. Generally, I'm not fattest - I'm a bit of a chunkster myself, but in this case, I definitely am. If you're fat, get a BIG dog, it'll make you look slimmer, plus it'll help you to lose weight when it walks YOU! Ack!
I have bought a laptop. An Acer Aspire. 4GB memory, 250GB storage. It will do. And it has a numlock pad, which I like. £380, which is good I'm told. I'll get my bro to call round and re-set up the WiFi, and then I'll be able to interwebz from the boudoir. Mummy shall not call me a geek again!
At around 11am every day since Monday last week I have felt sicky. I am not pregnant. It's not nice. Any suggestions for preventing/curing this, oh beloved flist?
For now, that is all.... Maybe when I'm feeling all angsted out with fic I shall return....
I think I suffer from PMT, but not PRE Menstrual Tension, oh no... POST Menstrual Tension. The evil monthliness, once it's gone, leaves me with a feeling of Blah/Meh/Pfffft/Wonko.
I don't suppose it helps that the people of the orifice spend most of the day asking me stupid questions like "Has the Headed Paper come in yet?" and "Are our business cards in yet?" No. That is the simple answer. Give them chance to actually get it all printed for crying out loud. I think it's actually only a couple of them that actually DO annoy me full on, but today, when I'm feeling all wonko they all FEEL MY WRATH! I'd be effing leathal if I had a gun, aint that the truth (to the CIA, if you're reading... There's no need to place me on a 'danger - most wanted' list, I live in the UK and am somewhat sheltered. I would not know from where to get a gun).
I'm going to write, I think. Write angst. I'm feeling the angst today, but not the teenage emo 'I want to kill myself' angst, the general kind of angst.
OMG a really huge fat person (and I mean REEEEEEAAALLLLLLLLLLLY fat) just struggled to waddle passed the abode. With the teeniest hound you've ever seen. Generally, I'm not fattest - I'm a bit of a chunkster myself, but in this case, I definitely am. If you're fat, get a BIG dog, it'll make you look slimmer, plus it'll help you to lose weight when it walks YOU! Ack!
I have bought a laptop. An Acer Aspire. 4GB memory, 250GB storage. It will do. And it has a numlock pad, which I like. £380, which is good I'm told. I'll get my bro to call round and re-set up the WiFi, and then I'll be able to interwebz from the boudoir. Mummy shall not call me a geek again!
At around 11am every day since Monday last week I have felt sicky. I am not pregnant. It's not nice. Any suggestions for preventing/curing this, oh beloved flist?
For now, that is all.... Maybe when I'm feeling all angsted out with fic I shall return....