I done a blog.

I do neglect this ol' blog thingy-me-jig.

What's been happening in my world? Hmm.

I cannot wait to see Nick Griffin on Question Time, as it gives me somewhere to channel my anger. (I am often angry, and often for no discernible reason so it's nice to shout at a racist man on TV). I read The Daily Mail online most days to check what crap they're writing and especially to check out the reader comments. My heart sinks when I read so many green arrow-ed comments saying things like 'The BNP stands up for the 'indigenous population', they're preserving 'our heritage' blah blah. My instant reaction is to say 'FUCK OFF', but then I realise that's the kind of inarticulate thing a BNP supporter might say. I don't understand it, at all. We're all in the same boat on this planet, we're all going to end up dead, we might as well just get along with each other and stop listening to the crazy rants of a googly-eyed, scrotum-faced racist man. Sadly, not everyone agrees with me. I think we can all agree that he is googly-eyed though.

I'm off work sick, during what is arguably my busiest week in months. Why couldn't it have been next week!? So you can picture the scene; I'm lying on my sofa, pyjamas, surrounded by tissues and with a very sore nose. :( I'm accepting any sympathy coming my way. Although, in the grand scheme of things, a cold is the least of anyones worries.

I like this song at the moment.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4bWeffwX6JM

This post summarises how my brain tends to work...in no particular order. I have the sudden urge to shout out 'SOMEBODY GET A SPONGE' and with that I go back to blowing my nose. *blows* http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O01kDSs-xzA

The Nuts are Watching

I'm just eating a brownie (yes, I'm being healthy), and noticed on the back it says 'Made in an area where nuts are present'.
I just have this really weird mental image of these life-sized peanuts standing around trying to distract the workers at this 'Brownie Factory' from doing their jobs properly. Or maybe the nuts are their bosses. Nah, that just sounds silly doesn't it! Nuts wouldn't make good managers...
Speaking of brownies, I had a dream that I was marginally overweight and it scared me so much I walked to work this morning for the exercise. I listen to my dreams dammit!

I'm blogging off, and be aware, there may be nuts present at YOUR office without your knowledge.

Shallow Musings

Yes, due to phenomenal public demand (just the one person actually), I have decided to write a new blog post!
Now, what have I found out about myself since my last proper post? If I'm being honest, absolutely nothing, but let me think.

• I think I need anger management classes or SOMETHING. I have an incredible ability to fly off the handle and be really really horrible. And then regret it half an hour later. See, I'm not all bad. Which moves onto my next point.
• I am far too impulsive - this could get me into serious trouble. What if one day, I decide it might be a good idea to rob a bank, in the nude, brandishing an axe? I imagine others might find this marginally appealing...oh come on, you'd be curious, don't lie. My impulsivity extends to me saying or doing things I later think was just insane. Maybe I AM insane.
• I need to stop being insane.

Oooh, who watched the Oscars? Not me...moving on...


Everyone MUST watch Benjamin Button, I know some people found it a drag, but I don't understand why...come on ladies, Brad Pitt at least should be enough to hold your attention. It is well worth the wait just to see him in all his stunning glory...there is one scene when he's wearing a white t-shirt, sun-glasses on, he just looked like heaven. In fact I had a Brad Pitt dream the night before, maybe that was why I got especially excited. Not in that way (really).

Stuff and things

Firstly, I completely forgot I had a blog. Secondly, I don't have anything to write really. Thirdly, I don't expect anyone to read this ANYway. So I suppose I'm kind of talking to myself here.
I will probably write more stuff in here in the near future, if I can be bothered. Not much to say really.
Well, this was nice.