Work, bro!yay, and a meme
Things at work today:
-A customer asking me what was a good low-fat cheese and me thinking it was a trick question.
-The air-conditioning unit in the ceiling dripping water on us. All day. On the top of our heads. And it was turned off. It is cold here now. That's Melbourne for you. (Ok, cold-ish. Autumnal. Which makes sense, it being Autumn and all. I like it, actually).
-The new girl, who'd been there for about a month, "breaking up with us" via text message to the boss. (ie. quitting). Not cool.
-Busker during my break performing 'Baby, you can light my fire'. Me going back to work with it in my head. Humming/singing it to myself while working. (This, being one of the buskers I like. Not Christopher, the busker I hate. He cannot sing in tune, damnit! It makes my ears bleed!)
-Finding out another customer, who is mum to the cutest little 2 year old ever, Aoife, (Irish name, pronounced 'ee-fa'), has sprogged a baby boy! Aw! I might ask if I can take Aoife off their hands! Because omg is she cute and always has her face covered in strawberry-mush! I like that in a sprog: dirtiness.
-Hearing an Irish accent and getting whiplash from looking round so quick. Which is my not-so-subtle segue into the squee to follow...
Yesterday I watched Boondock Saints. OMG! Love. There is so much hot going on there. And bro!yay, utterly unsubtle bro!yay. Those boys love each other. A lot. (And are Irish. Hence the whiplash - I thought maybe one of them was at the market!) Whether you've seen the film or not, all you need to know is here:
*sigh* Now, wasn't that worth it?!
Expect more squee on this subject to follow. I am making my housemates watch it with me again on Monday and I will try and contain myself. Haha. Yes.
Meme courtesy of peace-bloom. Comment to this post - and I guess mention the meme (because maybe you will be commenting to talk about the hot bro!yay and not be interested in memeage at all) - and I will give you a letter. You will then post ten of our favourite things that begin with that letter. peace-bloom gave me the letter c
In no particular order:
1. Cats. Particularly Toby, Morrison and Diesel. And George, who died in 1999, but was my childhood kitty and I love him still.
2. Cheese. OMG. Nom nom nom. Camembert and chevre also start with 'c', but I can't discriminate against St Agur or D'Affinois or any of the Holy Goat cheeses simply because they don't start with 'c'. Cheviot does start with 'c' and is mighty yum too.
3. Coffee. I love you. Marry me, please.
4. The cello. The sound of it. Better when other people play it. But I still love it even if I don't play it hardly at all these days. And I do love playing music with friends. Oh please, Northcote Military Tatu of Death, can we please get back together sometime please?!
5. Cheekiness. Is this vanity? Maybe. I am a bit cheeky sometimes. But I love cheekiness. In people, animals, children.
6. Crack fic! As in, The Evil Crack-Fic Conspiracy! But also, any crack fic! I love it like burrrrrrrnnnnning.
7. Creativity. In any form. My own, or others.
8. Colour. Any colour really. Anywhere. Skin colour. The colours of food (minimum of three colours in all my meals is an OCD thing of mine). Paper of different colour. Colours in nature. Colours of the sky. Colours of eyes. Colours of hair. Colour of the sea. And more.
9. Collages. Paper, colour, texture, etc. I like 'em. I like trying to make 'em.
10. The clitoris. Self explanatory really. ;-)
-A customer asking me what was a good low-fat cheese and me thinking it was a trick question.
-The air-conditioning unit in the ceiling dripping water on us. All day. On the top of our heads. And it was turned off. It is cold here now. That's Melbourne for you. (Ok, cold-ish. Autumnal. Which makes sense, it being Autumn and all. I like it, actually).
-The new girl, who'd been there for about a month, "breaking up with us" via text message to the boss. (ie. quitting). Not cool.
-Busker during my break performing 'Baby, you can light my fire'. Me going back to work with it in my head. Humming/singing it to myself while working. (This, being one of the buskers I like. Not Christopher, the busker I hate. He cannot sing in tune, damnit! It makes my ears bleed!)
-Finding out another customer, who is mum to the cutest little 2 year old ever, Aoife, (Irish name, pronounced 'ee-fa'), has sprogged a baby boy! Aw! I might ask if I can take Aoife off their hands! Because omg is she cute and always has her face covered in strawberry-mush! I like that in a sprog: dirtiness.
-Hearing an Irish accent and getting whiplash from looking round so quick. Which is my not-so-subtle segue into the squee to follow...
Yesterday I watched Boondock Saints. OMG! Love. There is so much hot going on there. And bro!yay, utterly unsubtle bro!yay. Those boys love each other. A lot. (And are Irish. Hence the whiplash - I thought maybe one of them was at the market!) Whether you've seen the film or not, all you need to know is here:
Click to view*sigh* Now, wasn't that worth it?!
Expect more squee on this subject to follow. I am making my housemates watch it with me again on Monday and I will try and contain myself. Haha. Yes.
Meme courtesy of peace-bloom. Comment to this post - and I guess mention the meme (because maybe you will be commenting to talk about the hot bro!yay and not be interested in memeage at all) - and I will give you a letter. You will then post ten of our favourite things that begin with that letter. peace-bloom gave me the letter c
In no particular order:
1. Cats. Particularly Toby, Morrison and Diesel. And George, who died in 1999, but was my childhood kitty and I love him still.
2. Cheese. OMG. Nom nom nom. Camembert and chevre also start with 'c', but I can't discriminate against St Agur or D'Affinois or any of the Holy Goat cheeses simply because they don't start with 'c'. Cheviot does start with 'c' and is mighty yum too.
3. Coffee. I love you. Marry me, please.
4. The cello. The sound of it. Better when other people play it. But I still love it even if I don't play it hardly at all these days. And I do love playing music with friends. Oh please, Northcote Military Tatu of Death, can we please get back together sometime please?!
5. Cheekiness. Is this vanity? Maybe. I am a bit cheeky sometimes. But I love cheekiness. In people, animals, children.
6. Crack fic! As in, The Evil Crack-Fic Conspiracy! But also, any crack fic! I love it like burrrrrrrnnnnning.
7. Creativity. In any form. My own, or others.
8. Colour. Any colour really. Anywhere. Skin colour. The colours of food (minimum of three colours in all my meals is an OCD thing of mine). Paper of different colour. Colours in nature. Colours of the sky. Colours of eyes. Colours of hair. Colour of the sea. And more.
9. Collages. Paper, colour, texture, etc. I like 'em. I like trying to make 'em.
10. The clitoris. Self explanatory really. ;-)