skeletons, distractions, and a sense of well-being

and what have I been up to?

oh a great many things! massive fun, for a kick off!
i noticed, much to my amusement, that my skeleton hoodie (of which i have become inseparable lately) actually has glow in the dark bones and a FREAKY scary skull.

so i said to myself - 'TF my dear, what tomfoolery can we expect from this?'
- 'why, all kinds of mischief! we could... sneak out at midnight, find a
drunken chav and scare him sober by pretending to be a scary zombie...'
- 'what a ripping idea, old chum!'

I'll stop it now.

but my plot was foiled by that diabolical mastermind, forgetfulness.
i was all set to sneak out the side door and walk up to the pub, but (perhaps wisely) i got distracted from my anti-social hi jinks (he he, funny word) by a spectacular program called 'you have been watching' and i ended up having more fun watching that then i ever would scaring a chav into sobriety.

the AA will thank me I'm sure

who'd of thunk it?


so I'm relatively chirpy today, if not tired. baby is 23 days old today (or thereabouts) and he seems to have the lungs of a 23 year old.

and that's without his pissing everywhere.

yet he still seems to be the most befuddlingly adorable thing I've ever seen.



ugh, i feel so..... sickeningly doting!




in other news, psycoville is over. may we all grieve our loss with a unanimous and resounding
'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! TAKE ME INSTEAD!!!!!!!'

I've figured out how to work the blinds having had them since the age of 11

I've not been rotting away in front of the computer as per usual.

I've actually been out and about with friends

I've dressed up as a nun (again. i might post a picture later on if you're really nice to me :P)

and I've gotten a new appreciation for Michael Jackson



what a great holiday!

or is it......?



yep, so far so good. apart from getting a bloody foot from walking in awkward shoes (don't ask) and a revitalised love of Pokemon on all of my game stations, nothing has had a downside.

being the (relatively) lovable pessimist that i am, i know that things are probably going to go wrong very very soon.

i have a sixth sense for these things.

or, according to Stephen fry, a twelfth sense.

for as you see, we are always taught about the five senses.
sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste.

but what about a sense of balance? or decency? or thermosensory? a sense of direction?

roughly there are about 11.




anyway, off i pop.

ta ra