Random shit I spewed out at people.
No zing zing with the pussy pussies!
I will practice a gloat-covered sheepish victory dance
If someone says ‘you are too nice’, they are trying to avoid saying ‘you are boring and have no genitals’.
… Continue ReadingI am liking leaf number three, leaf number three is obviously superior to leaves number one or two, though they tried their hardest and deserve a little pat for their sub standard efforts.
One of the reasons I’m on twitter is exchanges like this, which are totally and utterly happy-making:
I’m up early… I don’t like this. I don’t like it one bit!!
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@iBreedBySpores *kicks you in the shins… cackles*
@Ferns__ That kind of day, huh? *tickles, pinches, sticks finger up nose, smacks in the face*
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I was feeling a little ‘meh’ today.
I invited my vanilla ex out for an afternoon drink at the surf club where we can sit overlooking the beach.
Pinot grigio, idle conversation, humpback whales just off shore, a volleyball game with good natured kids going on just under the deck.
Whales! Seriously. Just off shore. I am so fucking lucky!!
All of this makes me happy.
I watch a boy playing volleyball below the deck … Continue Reading
I had another go at the recording I tried to make for my ‘gym bunny update’ post.
I actually invited my twitter peeps to breathe and pant and swear with me while I was doing it, so I was talking to them in the recording. Normally, I don’t talk while I am killing myself with uber cardio. Well, okay, I might do an ‘oh my god!’ or a ‘fuck’, but I don’t generally encourage people, … Continue Reading
Not ‘moved’ in an emotional sort of way, but in a ‘physically moved house’ kind of way.
This is my fifth day without internet access. I have briefly snaffled access using an old mobile broadband thingie that I forgot I had. I am hoping to get connected for realz today.
Not having internet access is a strangely isolating experience for me. It makes me feel kind of anxious to not ‘talk’ to people I normally … Continue Reading
I’m moving on Monday. I hate moving. I hate packing, I hate unpacking, I hate change. I hate it all.
So I procrastinate.
This is what it looks like (imagine me dithering about this whole time…):
Right, I’ll do the clothes that I know I don’t need this week.
Wait, I need to put them in that big box, why are those clothes in that smaller box?
Oh yeah… ha! Old work clothes. I should … Continue Reading
Random stuff, no context…
Suddenly, I will be cunty mcfuckface and you will be all ‘woah! WTF?’ and I’ll be all “Yeah IN YER FACE!!”
DICK! Also, he’s probably RACIST.
… Continue ReadingI have dubbed the annoying pain in my side ‘Harold’. Harold is short and pudgy and sweaty and very annoying. I have given him a name so I can say things like “Fucking Harold wouldn’t leave me alone today!” or “*sigh* Can’t run, I will
Ferns @Ferns__