Sometimes, I wish I were brilliant to the point of pedanticism (is so a word! says I, without a trace of irony) at any language, that way I could always put into words what I was feeling. As it stands, my current vocabulary leaves me at a disadvantage nearly 99.8 per cent of the time ( Read more... )

I can't wait to take the cats to hospital. OH MY GOD I swear if I have to clean up spray from the door one more time, I'll get a dog. (I don't mean that, as the place isn't big enough for a dog, but the fact remains that I am sick of spray.) Billy will have pissing contests with the big man-cat outside, who's taunting him with the fact that he gets ( Read more... )

I've just been indirectly informed that this site still exists. I used to spend far too much time here, so I suppose it's only appropriate that I drop by and visit and such ( Read more... )

I'm supposed to be back, but work is still crazy. My manager's been home from her "vacation" (which turned out to be a domestic violence case, because the world is just that awesome) for the past few days, but I've ended up covering two shifts, organising the back office, cleaning rooms (since the owner fired all the housekeepers due to bickering ( Read more... )

It figures that the one day I set aside to work on the sundry projects I've inflicted upon myself, that's the day the dryer decides to finally put itself out of its misery. Which means that until Jose can work his magic and bring it back to life with a peculiar combination of duct tape and eye of newt (I don't ask), I actually have to leave my ( Read more... )

From now on, I will be persistently wary whenever someone asks me to get inside a vehicle that is perched precariously on a mechanical lift.

I ended up twenty-five feet1 very high up in the air this morning, sitting in a minivan supported by four thin beams of steel, pressing the brake pedal so hard that I thought my knee was going to dislocate ( Read more... )