happy achey

this piece makes me feel different every time; sometimes warm contentment, sometimes painful nostalgia, but mostly overwhelming longing for something that just might have been.

chipsies!

a package is making its way to america as i speak! type! the postage cost four times more than its contents, so sne youd better lick out the bag. haha. i hope they dont go stale on the way there though, the guy at the post office said it’d take two bloody weeks to reach. i cant wait! also if theyre available there please pretend theyre not and tell me you loved them anyway because people have told me its a stupid idea *softly weeps*

ive noted down a couple things to write about (yes i do that because my memory is notoriously bad, RE: numerous important events in my life which i have forgotten with prompt and expeditious abandon, wrong use of words be damned) but i dont feel like being serious and sad today because i am happy! my, e-learning week is starting out well.

can i get your number baby! dun-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne, HUR
hit me with the seven digits! dun-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne, HUR

*here xia takes off shirt, much to the delight of all the butches in the audience*

i miss important people.

On saturdays I want to hold her and touch her, her clothes feel snaggly and unnecessarily polite-. On sundays I want her mind more, I want to sit down and talk over coffee or beneath a tree as if it were still the midmorning and she didn’t have choir practice.

the above stolen from one of the blogs i stalk. i wish i knew how to write like that without sounding completely pretentious. i wish i knew how to live life like that without having to try to live life like that. i wish i had PROZAC. i think adbusters tries too hard, but how can you not love something with ads for AbsolutAA. why is it that i have an obsession with being pretentious?

joanie from ANTM shall henceforth be known as Miss Big (or Bog) Boobies!

meebo me

i am HOME! with stewart! minus his lifeline! brilliant. so ive heaved a dead ibm around with me for ten hours and have occasionally eaten my sandwiches off it because it’s slightly lighter than carrying a table (shamelessly plagiarised from douglas adams just because I CAN FOR ONCE DO IT WITHOUT INCLUDING A BLOODY APA REFERENCE). so now im using the clunky home com, dripping kiwi all over the keyboard and pecking at the sticky letters, subsisting on four hours of semi-sleep and two cups of caffeine. jitter.

things i love:

my earphones, the beautiful black babies. of all the crap ive bought since i discovered i could actually buy things on my own they are the one purchase im truly and completely happy with, even though they cost half my monthly allowance then. much better than the de-beaded beady top or numerous hideous little pairs of earrings.

the Librarian, especially in Guards! Guards! god that ape is so incredibly endearing.

things i hate:

people who say endearing instead of cute to try and appear intellectual instead of doraemon-loving and cheena like they really are.

people who talk in the background when im trying to listen to something else. everyone should just shut up during lessons.

sidebar over.

every time i eat my grandmother’s dinners i feel very loved and hypertensic.

i am cow, hear me moo

i hate this. my sorry excuses for breasts have actually had the audacity to SHRINK. a pox upon them! a pox upon a person who minds.

i was just thinking, the ribs we eat are actually the muscles between the ribs used to lift them when breathing. that’s why you get the short little pieces and long strips. black pepper intercostal muscles, ew

i think a life of sitting in my smelly little nest tapping away on stewart for hours and subsisting on peanut butter sandwiches and temperamental wireless is perhaps not very much of a life.

i should not turn on the light right next to the window; all kinds of strange little flies are being attracted to it, and accordingly to me. OH MY GOD something just crawled into stewart’s insides. shock and horror.

i am also wondering, how come there is a creepy little smiley face at the top right corner of this page?

i have made every paragraph start with an i to be insufferably self-centered.

i bid you adieu and goodnight.