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Blog Thread III : Look Who's Blogging Now
HiFranc:
At least you recognise that it's your inner dialogue.
Barmymoo:
My inner dialogue is usually angry, either at me or at someone else (often tourists who don't understand the concept of "road" and "pavement" and "I am going to kill you if I hit you so please move or I will be forced to slow down and I'm already late").
Nothing to tell about this boy! He's a friend of a friend of a friend, we bumped into them in a pub and we chatted about pirates for a bit. I'll never see him again, I imagine.
I got a text this morning at 8.30am asking if I was already in the art room papier macheing. I was not even out of bed. It made me feel a little ashamed for a minute but then I remembered that sleep is good for you and that the person who sent me the text went to bed at 5.30pm last night so is probably not as tired as I was! But I am going to go and join her later.
Zingoleb:
Dear blog thread,
Got some cheap, high quality chocolate today. Yay! Then it turns out it has toffee in it. Boo. Toffee is so 1800's.
In other news my ex has been kind of stalking me for three days! I also found out that my phone company will not block a number for you. Even after insulting her, telling her to go die, she was telling me how much she loved me, wanted to be with me, etc. etc....we had gone out for a few days about two years ago. I finally got ahold of her father and now he's made her stop.
Boro_Bandito:
Managed to grab a few more hours of work this week, which will translate into a little extra spending cash when I'm livin' it up in NYC, which as of right now keeps staying at a pretty shitty amount due to unexpectedness of terribleness. Had to buy a new headlight and windshield wiper motor today, poo.
On the awesome note my friend's cat just gave birth to four little balls of mewling fuzz this morning at around 9, so I was over there at ten giving some advice on cleanup and what to do with them (I have been through several litters of kittens from a friend's cat back when I lived in Texas), the majority of it being "leave them alone for a bit, let mama do her thang and then you can touch them if she seems comfortable about it."
The cat got unexpectedly preggers when she went missing for two weeks and he hadn't spayed her yet, though thank goodness he's already found homes for all but one and he's set aside money for her to get the fix. Which means that all that's left is the enjoyment of kittens! It always amazes me at just how small they are, there's a black one, and an orange tabby (leaning towards brown, but at this point that could be some dried blood that the mama may not have gotten good enough), and a grey tabby with really pronounced stripes, and the other grey tabby which is a bit more muddled but has a big ol' splotch of black on top of his head that reminds me of a pompadour and he squeaks louder than the others and is already moving more and is strong and healthy and dammit I wish I could adopt him, since he's the only one not spoken for.
A Wet Helmet:
So I very nearly ran over a drunk midget riding a skateboard this evening. Had a beer in his hand and everything.
No lie. My life is turning into an episode of twin peaks.
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