My beloved Paterfamilias just sent me this charming forwarded email ( Read more... )

( Monologue under here )

The little fall on the bus this afternoon is making its presence felt more and more loudly as the hours wear on. So far, Most Painful Peripheral will be played by Christ My Bloody Shoulder, to be understudied by Holy Shit My Knees. The part of the villain shall be taken by That Gorram Hip ( Read more... )

But first, the details of that Packing Party I'm sure you're all gagging to come to. My physio appointment is at 1:30 on Wednesday, so if we call the party to start around 2:30 - 3:00. What we'll be doing is watching and helping me with the small stuff - putting books in boxes and clothes in suitcases, followed by my watching you take the boxes ( Read more... )

Spent some time "clothes shopping" this afternoon (actual purchases: one shirt), and besides my usual rant about fat girls obviously only wishing to dress in hideous colours and even more ugly styles I noticed something else ( Read more... )

Gnaaaargh. 20 minutes on the phone later and I still feel like I'm going around in ever-decreasing circles. However, I *think* I have established the following:

*We can't work out when exactly I sat my STAT test. We know that I achieved a ranking of 88 on it, the highest possible, but we can't find out exactly when I achieved it ( Read more... )

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To continue from poppycat's small rant on the topic, I'd like to express my large amount of disgust with the clothing store Tightrope at Indooroopilly ( Read more... )

So we got one of those lovely little letters today. You know, the ones entitled Final Notice Prior To Disconnection. It says we have five days from the date of issue to pay the rest of our account ( Read more... )