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"I wonder how they feel tonight"

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Most of my posts are now f-locked due to work stuff - both in terms of privacy and in terms of those about whom I witter.

I know most people who read this now, and they're friended. Anyone else random will have to ask. And W, if you still read this, you'll just have to create an account, won't you? ;o)

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Coming down fast.

There's so much of it, and I can't play out :o(

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First piercing in *counts* 7 years.

Ouch.

Which seems a bit pathetic, given everything else I've been through in the past 2 years. :o/

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...I like to slide a Caramac under a squirrel.

And, in a slightly less Reeves and Mortimer moment, I do love(?) listen to www.burnsidewriterscollective.com/reviews/music/o/the_abominable_o_holy_night1106.php

Damnit, it gets me in the mood for Christmas. By stuffing a turkey in each ear.

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Just remembered that I needed to do this...

"The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed."
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Strike out the books you have no intention of ever reading, or were forced to read at school and hated.
5) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them ;-)

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For your listening pleasure (heh) I give you...

...Bodie

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School summer holidays mean that computer based internets are no more, as work is cyber-stalking our websites. This means for mobile internet, and facebook and MSN messenger only until September. Damnit.
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You know it's going to be a bad day when a sudden eye infection wakes you at 1am, when you go to grab a drink at 3am and a sudden bout of dizziness makes you fall over the dog, and when you feel as crap as ever at 10am because, naturally, it's a day off, thus illness has to strike. Then you have to shell out six quid that you really don't have on over-the-counter-gunk-that'll-ostensibly-make-your-eye-better, and feel nauseous for the rest of the day because a) you just squirted gunk in your eye and that's really just grim anyway and b) now it feels like you have a tiny little maggot nestled under your lower eyelid.

Then the hairdresser cuts your hair, and it actually looks good for once (I have a fear of hairdressers; the inane chatter, the fact that they never listen to what I REALLY want, and the fact that the girls who work there always look like they should be on the front of a magazine, while I walk in covered in dog hair and out covered in my own hair) but you know that really you never stand a hope in hell of doing it like that again (it's CURLY. My hair has CURLS. Done with a straightener, which melts my brain anyway, and I also realise that if I even put a straightener near my head I'll singe handfuls of hair off)

I'm off to London tomorrow, and I feel like a complete state. I hate the fact that in the past 13 days I have been swimming 10 times, doing between 250 and 375 metres a time, and I have PUT ON weight. I am exhausted, as I have worked 10 hours overtime each week for the past 4 weeks. 3 hours on a train there and back will not help this feeling.

Today, I am on a whine mission.

And I still feel ill.
Current Mood:
pissed off pissed off
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Remind me never to count my chickens again. Thanks to expert telephone tec help, I am now £25 quid lighter and have only just fixed the wireless internet. When the router makers say "try changing this setting..." trust me, don't.

The wii only stayed on the bastard internet long enough to download an update. Same as last time. Fnnnngrh.

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I find it disturbing that in the past week I have managed to develop a crush on both Russell Brand (without watching the Brits) and Simon Pegg (after watching Hot Fuzz). That's like developing a craving for (very tasty) chalk and cheese. I blame the eyes for Brand but Simon Pegg? Really?

In other news it seems that my day off has had a good start - I have actually managed to connext my wii to the internets. Now I need to check that this is maintained, go into town and buy some points, and get me some virtual retro goodness. If I accomplish this I will be the happiest claire.

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