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Lists are easy to read. and this makes them fun.

My Extraordinary List of Awesome things:

1. Johnny Depp in the Libertine.



I watched this movie for the fifth thousandth time. Each time I am moved by it.

What is truly enjoying life? At what expense? This movie is rad. (in a oh my word I can never ever show this to anyone- kind of way)

2. Finding The World According to Garp.



I thought it was stolen. But alas, it has been redeemed from the confines of under-my-bed-opolis.

3. Sleep.

’nuff said.

4. Hubs.

He’s really awesome. Even when I lose my temper and yell at him. *blush*

List of Not Awesome Things

1. Spilling bleach on all my black winter clothes.

Stuff you bleach! grr…

2. My University is being retarded.

Stuff you University!

3. Clients.

Anyone who works with the direct public can say this all together:

“stuff you clients!”

4. The Striking Magical fairy that cleans my flat.

Stuff you mag…i…ca.. oh wait. That’s me. I can’t possibly stuff myself. Unless it’s with *copious* amounts of food. And when I do that I get all chubby around my face and that is just so NOT sexy. So no stuffing of ones self here.

(I probably don’t want to know the google results on that one)


Things I am waiting for:


1. Summer time

2. Summer time

3. Partying in the Summer time

4. Warmth and not coldness. (Just FYI: it was -4 this morning when I went to work *shocker*)

This concludes the post where by I sing a gay little song and write random stuff in a list format for you to read and judge me on.

The End.

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July 28, 2009 at 7:51 pm 12 comments

Scrap…book…ing.

My mother is really into scrapbooking.

She does an extraordinary job making the most beautiful pages.

I= N00b.

She’s been harrassing persuading me to join her for ages now. I have an album I ‘did’ when I was a kid. It’s nothing but a mash of cut up pictures and sappy poems I thought were meaningful. It’s truly awful- nay- borderline shameful.

But, I love creating with her. It’s always more fun to get inspiration and use her pretty stamps and fancy buttons. Plus, mom time is always fab. Read: *I adore my mother*

Trouble is, I get such creative blocks! The paper and goodies used to create a scrapbook page are so beautiful and hold so much potential, I sit there and stare at them until I freak myself out so much that I can’t even imagine…RIPPING… TEARING…. DESTROYING…these things to attempt creating something okay looking.

Pathetic? Yes.

Neurotic? Probably.

The makings of a great scrapbooker? No.

I told her I’d try. So this weekend I’ll be trying for real.

Oh I’m gettting the shhhakes.

thoughts?

July 27, 2009 at 3:06 pm 8 comments

One sentence to explain my thoughts. Ok maybe two.

There is more to living than being alive…

Oh and Hubs is awesome because he opened my bottle of wine WITHOUT a bottle opener. I love Fridays.

To being undead.

*clink*

July 24, 2009 at 4:07 pm 2 comments

Word Vomit (without a point…)

I don’t make friends easily.

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I am not a nice person. I won’t thrill you with my wit or fabulous knowledge of Gucci.

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I, more than likely, will have no stories to tell you about adventure or lust or betrayal.

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I will probably scare the bejeebies out of you with my morbidity and over all dorkiness.

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Because I am a dork.

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And sometimes that scares me.

July 23, 2009 at 7:42 pm 4 comments

Home.

time is a cruel thing.

the days that i wish would go faster, crawl behind me.

the days i wish to slow down, zoom ahead.

evenually im left with only a handful of memories of people ill forget.

“I wish I were with you, I couldn’t stay…Every direction leads me away.
Pray for tomorrow, but for today…All I want is to be home.

Stand in the mirror, you look the same. Just looking for shelter, from the cold and the pain.
Someone to cover, safe from the rain. All I want is to be home

Echoes and silence, patience and grace. All of these moments I’ll never replace
The Fear of my heart is th absence of faith. All I want is to be home

People I’ve loved, I have no regrets. Some I remember, some I forget.
Some of them living, some of them dead. All I want is to be home.” -Home Foo Fighters

it s time for me to go home.

July 22, 2009 at 6:16 pm 5 comments

My Week. White Ninja style: Episode II

July 21, 2009 at 2:52 pm 5 comments

Keyword Monday Already! Posted on Sunday night. Yes I am that cool.

Have you ever typed in the term ‘interesting crap’ and actually found something interesting?

Me neither.

It’s time once again for another addition of ‘interesting crap people type into to Google to find my Blog” (version 1 here)

My abso favs.

ipostnaked- Cause clothes are restricting on the creative impetus.

you need to stop drinking cartoon – It’s the right way to get Dad in Rehab.

coloring break the window – Bummer.

point system sex – Is… not what I talk about here. Thanks

thin is beautiful – I blame the media

easy to draw unicorns – Human unicorns might look like this:



sometimes im freaked out of my self – This can become very incovenient.

i love my boyfriend poems – Go somewhere else. Unless you wish to seek Dorothy Parker. And if that’s the case get off your gold digging ass and do something eh!

michael jackson in johnny deep- Um. Like saving ryans privates?

why do i feel like randomly touching things? – Pathetic much?

peeps bath – Right on.

wrinkles near my ears- Oh no! I have wrinkles on my forehead. Classic signs of aging. Facelift anyone?

surgery facebook status update- On google? You look for a Facebook update on google. You’re a smart one!

And about 10 Thousand versions of Michael Jackson’s nose.

It’s the truth.

And I didn’t even share the pornstar ones. Because my sister in law’s family all know I have a blog and who knows? One day they might just read this. And I need them to think highly of me and Hubs… and all.

It’s what’s important.

July 19, 2009 at 7:15 pm 5 comments

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