i really don't want it to be time for one of those to go and live at my parents' house.
it feels like a stage of the count down I'm not ready for
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
the new halifax ad
is it just me or does it imply that halifax will lie to people to be perceived as cool?
There's a guy with a bin on his head, pretending to be in space...
There's a guy with a bin on his head, pretending to be in space...
Monday, January 04, 2010
things three little words can't do
bring back the time that's been stolen
erase harsh words spoken
make it easier to bear the tough times
erase harsh words spoken
make it easier to bear the tough times
Paul McKenna can make me thin. Or so he's claiming, from the box now
He just weighed his whole studio audience.
I may have to watch this.
With an omelette.
'Go and weigh yourself'.
Yeah, Paul, like I'd have scales in the house.
More on the 5k ass project 2010 later
Happy new year people. Peace out
'When you're hungry, go and eat'.
Hmm, maybe Paul is on to something....
I may have to watch this.
With an omelette.
'Go and weigh yourself'.
Yeah, Paul, like I'd have scales in the house.
More on the 5k ass project 2010 later
Happy new year people. Peace out
'When you're hungry, go and eat'.
Hmm, maybe Paul is on to something....
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Lovefool 2009 or there's no fool like an old fool
When things get you twice, it's sort of your own fault, isn't it?
it's not like you didn't know what was coming.
But there you go.
He gazed into my 'golden' eyes.
He was funny and entertaining. And muscley.
And i tried not to think 'hmm, could this finally be going somewhere?'
But he is also, as it turns out, listed as engaged to someone else on Facebook.
To paraphrase Radiohead 'you do it to yourself, you do, that's what really hurts'.
Fortunately, I shall toss my beautiful bed hair (think glamorised Russell Brand on a lady) and bat the lashes of my golden eyes, and move on to the next thing.
(although i may gnash my teeth somewhat in private because i'm sure that i'm not wholly deluded and that he is in fact into me, for all the difference that makes).
it's not like you didn't know what was coming.
But there you go.
He gazed into my 'golden' eyes.
He was funny and entertaining. And muscley.
And i tried not to think 'hmm, could this finally be going somewhere?'
But he is also, as it turns out, listed as engaged to someone else on Facebook.
To paraphrase Radiohead 'you do it to yourself, you do, that's what really hurts'.
Fortunately, I shall toss my beautiful bed hair (think glamorised Russell Brand on a lady) and bat the lashes of my golden eyes, and move on to the next thing.
(although i may gnash my teeth somewhat in private because i'm sure that i'm not wholly deluded and that he is in fact into me, for all the difference that makes).
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
what
is your toe tapping along to at the moment?
i finally got round to downloading
a)the theme from True Blood
b) Placebo covering Kate Bush on Running up that Hill
c) Black Eyed Peas Boom Boom Pow
I'm sure the person next to me on the bus this morning was suitably puzzled.
They kept leaning in, i'm not one of those super loud listeners
ooo and my bus is a double decker again. V. weird. It has giant TV screens on it that show the CCTV from the bus. I was dancing at myself yesterday evening and let me tell you, that kind of behaviour will get you seat to yourself and no mistaking it.
it's nearly more effective than drunkeness or being intensely smelly.
But not quite.
i finally got round to downloading
a)the theme from True Blood
b) Placebo covering Kate Bush on Running up that Hill
c) Black Eyed Peas Boom Boom Pow
I'm sure the person next to me on the bus this morning was suitably puzzled.
They kept leaning in, i'm not one of those super loud listeners
ooo and my bus is a double decker again. V. weird. It has giant TV screens on it that show the CCTV from the bus. I was dancing at myself yesterday evening and let me tell you, that kind of behaviour will get you seat to yourself and no mistaking it.
it's nearly more effective than drunkeness or being intensely smelly.
But not quite.
Thursday, October 08, 2009
you know you need to get out more
when your current best offer for your birthday next week is a discount deal from Nando's and a movie, sent via the local cinema.
And even more so when you can't take it because you'll be WORKING that evening
Nando's though.
I don't even eat chicken.
Although their portabello mushroom thingy is really tasty.
And even more so when you can't take it because you'll be WORKING that evening
Nando's though.
I don't even eat chicken.
Although their portabello mushroom thingy is really tasty.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
why it's over between me and the Wolesley even though i've never eaten there
Today, about 30 mins ago:
A wobbly paving slab near the office just squirted stinky water all over the front of my trousers.
Stinky Wolseley water.
The odour is an alluring mixture of revolting gone off fish and restaurant gubbins. Quite indescribably pungent.
They don't jet wash the pavement around their delivery area now, that there's scaffolding up, so who knows how long it has been stagnating to full evil beneath the concrete?
It smells like ripe dead people so I’ve had to wash the bottom of my left trouser leg in the loo and currently I’m
a) Wearing my scarf as a skirt (thank god I had opaque black tights on under my trousers in case it was cold later
b) Waiting for my trousers to dry. They’re in a spare office, at the top of a step ladder, on a desk. Any time now I’m doing to turn round and find that this is actually an episode of the I.T. Crowd.
c) Really annoyed that I was wearing designer trousers. I only have one pair and now they're draped like avant garde sculpture on a desk in the civil aviation office.
I might photograph it. It could be an exhibit for the Turner Prize next year.
Perhaps I can damage more items of clothing around their building works and then it can become part of a series....
clothing disasters and nasty niffs aside, peace out people
x
A wobbly paving slab near the office just squirted stinky water all over the front of my trousers.
Stinky Wolseley water.
The odour is an alluring mixture of revolting gone off fish and restaurant gubbins. Quite indescribably pungent.
They don't jet wash the pavement around their delivery area now, that there's scaffolding up, so who knows how long it has been stagnating to full evil beneath the concrete?
It smells like ripe dead people so I’ve had to wash the bottom of my left trouser leg in the loo and currently I’m
a) Wearing my scarf as a skirt (thank god I had opaque black tights on under my trousers in case it was cold later
b) Waiting for my trousers to dry. They’re in a spare office, at the top of a step ladder, on a desk. Any time now I’m doing to turn round and find that this is actually an episode of the I.T. Crowd.
c) Really annoyed that I was wearing designer trousers. I only have one pair and now they're draped like avant garde sculpture on a desk in the civil aviation office.
I might photograph it. It could be an exhibit for the Turner Prize next year.
Perhaps I can damage more items of clothing around their building works and then it can become part of a series....
clothing disasters and nasty niffs aside, peace out people
x
Sunday, September 20, 2009
do people rise to the occasion?
That's what is seems like
After feeling bad and agonising about something for a while, I finally got to having the discussion about it today and do you know what, it went well.
Well it went as well as the 'it's not you, it's me' conversation ever goes.
So now all I have to do is worry about my own mental wealth, rather than considering someone else's too.
Selfish of me I know but there it is.
Be good to yourselves folks and practice kindness to others, because every little drop really does count
After feeling bad and agonising about something for a while, I finally got to having the discussion about it today and do you know what, it went well.
Well it went as well as the 'it's not you, it's me' conversation ever goes.
So now all I have to do is worry about my own mental wealth, rather than considering someone else's too.
Selfish of me I know but there it is.
Be good to yourselves folks and practice kindness to others, because every little drop really does count
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