The Daily George
Cute, isn't he?
Not when he gets stuck in the office while I'm out and takes a
whacking great dump on the couch, he isn't. But like, "it's not his
fault", or something.
The little fucker.
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Cute, isn't he?
Not when he gets stuck in the office while I'm out and takes a
whacking great dump on the couch, he isn't. But like, "it's not his
fault", or something.
The little fucker.
One of the winners of the Aniboom Animation Contest For Radiohead's In Rainbows. I'm filing it under the "weird, but good" category. I don't like it as much as the House Of Cards one that was made with lasers, but it's definitely on a par with the one for Reckoner by Clement Picon, a previous winner in the same contest..
I'm really looking forward to the next videos in this contest/series, for 15 Step and Videotape, due to hit later today and on Friday, here.
Well it finally happened, the inevitable, Bob, my trusty goldfish, has died.
Poor old Bobser. He was 5 years old, that must be about a million in Goldfish years.
We "buried" him in a toilet paper coffin (only the best) in a plant pot outside the house.
May he rest in peace and not get dug up and eaten by a cat.
Awesome.
So it's come to the time when Babs needs a haircut, again. I was going to go short again, but really I don't want to have to be arsed getting up a whole ten minutes earlier than normal to GHD the life out of my hair because it was too short to allow it to curl up, as in, I had an afro, and it wasn't pretty.
When I was in Perth the lovely Teeny did my hair for me twice, in her "salon" which was basically the room in the hostel we were all staying in, but she gave me the best haircuts I have ever had, and now I am mildly scared. Also I am thinking of going fringey or "getting bangs" again. People keep telling me it was nicer. But also, it's a hassle. When it rains I have this curly sue thing going on at the front of my head, I don't really like the feel of hair on my face, even though I got used to it eventually, all I know is thank fook I am not going to "The Butcher" who cut my fringe really short and then feathered it, so
what do you think?
Bangs? Or no Bangs?
(PS: Becca if they butcher my mane I am holding you responsible as you
recommended this place, and you know how scared I am of hairdressers!!)
Owwwww….owww!
So yes I know you are not really supposed to do much while wearing really high shoes that contort your ankles and feet into weird positions, but I had to, wear them I mean. To a christening, to the afters of the christening, to the pub (where I took them off for a while) and then for a bit of standing and dancing….I didn’t think they would kill so much, because they didn’t the last time, because they are well made, and were expensive (before I bought them on sale! Mwah-ha-ha-ha!) but owwwww. Pain.
I did manage to get my picture in the paper though, whoop whoop.
When will I…will I be famous…I can’t answer, I can’t answer that, when will I get my picture in the paaaaaaper…I can’t answer…I can’t answer that” I was papped, I hope they photoshop out my spot now, if its printed I suppose I’ll scan it in to show you me in all my glory, or whatever.
I think my ankles are now broken officially because of them. But they are sooo pretty. (And everyone said how tall I looked as well!)
Why is it that when I have been sitting here for now FIVE hours waiting for the stupid "system" to start working it starts to work a mere 3 minutes before my lunch time, which now means that I have to work through, greatness n't.
Every time I hear this it transports me back to Perth, sitting on the "gossiping seat" with my friend Laura drinking El Cheapo Beer and a bit of a chair dance (mainly pretending we were drumming), gossiping about everything, telling each other our life stories and laughing a lot.
Today, the cold, wet, windy and basically miserable day that it was, I really fucking wished I was there, just even for ten minutes, but alas it was not to be. I am going to Manchester at the end of this month to see her and I can't wait, roll on the 27th. Whoop whoop! (PS: I really hope this embedded because as you all probably know, I am pretty much retarded at anything computery!)
Oh holy moley!
I think I have issues with Purple Snacks (Cadburys). I am now newly addicted.
I was just looking in the mirror while waiting to go pee and noticed this new "mole" on my neck, only it wasn't a mole, it was melted chocolate from my Purple Snack Binge earlier, help me, help me now. How long had that been on me, circa 2 hours and no one had told me.
I discovered yesterday evening that my name was the name originally chosen for me and now I am wondering would it have made a difference to who I am, if I was called something different. I know my "boy" name was going to be Luke, but I never knew about the other girl options - Edith, Deborah, Judith....hmm. I can see me as an Edith, or an Edie, but not a Debbie, or Deb, or D, or Judy, or anything else.
It's not like many of my friends even call me by my (ahem) real name even, they all have names for me, or use terms of endearment, or nothing, but trying to imagine them calling me "Debbie" or "Judy" is just too weird. Also Judy is a bit of an old lady name I think. Thank jebus for my Daddy who said he didn't like those names, and even though my name was the most "popular" (ie: common as muck) name for just about all of the 1980's and is top of the polls yet again, I like it, it is a good normal but not boring name, and it is me.
PS: My friend had a baby boy on Monday who as of yet has no name, hence the conversation with my Mammy, boy name ideas will be greatly appreciated, I like Conan, as in the Barbarian, not for my old child though, for someone elses.
...has a coin fetish, or just got really, really bored.
I was browsing a jobs website, for jobs like, and saw this one that I thought, hey that would suit me in a closet nerdy way (it was for a library person in a university blah blah) so I am there dreaming away at lunch saying things like "finally a job where I get to see people and talk to people and see people, as in actual humans, not just see the blue horrible sound board thing, the Students would hate me because I would be the one fining them their drinking money for returning books late, I could say "shhhhh" all the time and people would pay attention, or they would get the boot outta my bibliotheque, I could wear my groovy geek chic clothes, it would be in the city centre, and well basically it would be a lot more interesting than what I am doing now, which is mostly nothing and then sometimes when there is something to do, I wing it on SAP and then I faff about on a website which is a "tool" for work, while simultaneously arsing about hoping for the best (ie: that they dont check my internet usage!!) and the money was brilliant, then I copped that it was only 4 hours per day, how crap, yet again my dreams have been shattered. Damn.
Maybe I should apply anyway, it would give me an excuse to go back and study something that I havent decided on.
Does anyone know if they have Careers Guidance Counsellers for adults who should really know better at this stage?
I have just been told I am the first "woman" (*in my mind I am a girl...not yet a woman..as Britters would say) where I work to wear a skirt so short. It is mig thigh. I don't get it. I work in the office of a factory. I have been wolf whistled by the losers downstairs on more than one occasion (note - I think they are losers because they wolf whistled, not because they work in a factory, they probably actually get paid more than me). Anyway, they have wolf whistled me when I was wearing trousers before. Today, in the canteen they looked at me, as if they had never seen a "woman" before. I am wearing tights and everything, really thick black ones. You cannot even see the skin colour underneath. Hmm. People really confuse me. Last week while wearing the same skirt in a different colour I was told I looked "edible" by a totally straight woman, and also "very Mary Quant" by another, but today I am a slut, because the factory lads whistled.
If only they had seen me when I was in Australia in my mini dresses and super short shorts.
Still not as bad as my own sister (yes Becca) telling me I looked "very provocative" in a black skirt with a red shirt yesterday.
I am wearing tracksuit bottoms into work from now on. Like them downstairs.
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