There's a naked tetherball in the playground area ( Read more... )

Okay, so I am still plotting that superhero crap. It's driving me to distraction because I am pullin threads left and right. It's a bit like weaving and, frankly, I'm sick of it. Why can't I just be happy with what I have already and just finish the god damn thing? There are a dozen other plots I want to get started on, but the outline for this one ( Read more... )

So, Friday is Jiggaboo's 31st birthday. I got the ingredients for my christmas Lasagna Friday and I am going to make it tonight. Right now, the sauce is on the burner heating up after I put in the tomatoes ( Read more... )

"It was such a shock ( Read more... )

This is a deleted scene from my next project, something I did to get my head around the plot. I like it, it just doesn't start off the story. I needed to get this out before I could start the story ( Read more... )

So, the birds shit their last shit in my yard today. They've been extra friggen clingy the past two weeks and I've had it. I mean, it's great they want to hang around, but if I see a hen out actually hunting the yard and not under the wild bird feeders, it's a miracle. They're eating junk food instead of the protein they need to lay eggs, and not ( Read more... )

So, my christmas feast ended in a mess. The birds got a shit tonne of rice and noodles. I ate the meat, of course ( Read more... )

Well, I slept 7 hours last night, it's a new record for the past 2 weeks. I feel a little better ( Read more... )

Finally. The douchebag finally showed up, then dragged his ass about getting over here. He sent over a dufflebag full of shit, then had the nerve to bring along a huge backpack and bag with his shoes in it after everything else had been loaded in the cargo hold of the equinox. The term limited space means nothing to any of these people ( Read more... )

*Checks time* Uh, why are they still here? Oh, yeah, my mum hasn't returned from her fucking shopping trip/picking up my nephew ( Read more... )