I appear to have been abucted after drinking some spiked vodka at the party.

They're rather short, and remind me disturbingly of naked Bill Clintons. They keep talking about biomass and poking me.

Well, this week was a total waste of makeup.

Ugh, I'll hurt whoever invited the Cybermen to the party. Useless at conversation, always "Resistance is futile" this and "Excellent" that... always drinking the good beer and eating the canapes before I can get to them. Grrr.

Want to slap the_rani, whoever she thinks she is ( Read more... )

I'm not sure if discovering K9 getting it on with my laptop is a good thing because it means he'll be less of a pain in the arse than usual, or a bad thing because it means I now have to go gouge my eyes out with a spoon.

So, I was contacted by a Mr. Rassilon. Seems he wants me to write his autobiography - he says there are... 'inaccuracies' in the current records that he wants set straight. He seems like a nice enough man over the phone, but you never know, do you? Still, it's a bit of money on the side I really could use. I'm meeting him very soon.

Now, what to

Got up this morning to find K9 with his head stuck down the toilet, mumbling something about a 'magic well'.

I wonder if it's got anything to do with those new stamps I made him lick for me yesterday.

Sort of disappointed that tegan_lj is not, in fact, pregnant. I was going to offer to take her shopping at Debenhams ( Read more... )

Four has offered to turn K9 into a mobile wetbar. This assumes he'll remember to actually turn up and get it right. Meantime, K9 has developed a disturbing propensity for making gurgling noises whenever I watch Corrie ( Read more... )

Seriously beginning to consider turning K9 into a toaster.

Knowing the way this thing works, however, I'd probably have to extract my toast from the ceiling.

Might come in handy as a blunt object to throw at annoying salesmen, though.

So. There's eight of him now.

This is going to make life... interesting.

K9 rolled over a Ritz this morning and buggered up his traction mechanism. Ended up spending three hours fishing soggy bits of ciggie papers out of him when I could have been out shopping.

One word about tampons and I'll have to hurt you all.