Monday, August 27, 2007

Hissy Fit - That didn't work

I sort of threw a hissy fit after realising that nobody reads my blog anymore, due to the lack of comments. So I decided to teach everybody a lesson by not blogging anymore and make everyone's life a sadder and duller place.

However, my plan did not work out so well. The much anticipated flooding of my mailbox with emails begging me to blog again did not occur. That makes me very sad. :(

On a happy note however, my dad gave me his free new phone from maxis after he signed on to a 100-year commitment plan. It is a motorazr!! Anyway I promptly broke about a day after I start using it, so the front panel thingy doesn't really work. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have particularly minded until I started to realise that I could no longer SCREEN CALLS!!!! This is a very dangerous activity as I have to date received calls in my most joyous post-work spasticated voice only to discover that it was my boss, who is now reconsidering the terms of my employment.


However, the good thing about this phone is it does have a nifty little 1.3 MP camera, with which I have been stalking my baby doggee with:

All I want for Christmas is to go back to the SPCA. All I want for Christmas is to go back to the SPCA. All I want for Christmas is to go back to the SPCA. All I want for Christmas is to go back to the SPCA. All I want for Christmas is to go back to the SPCA.

Sigh. Simple pleasures.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Hoard of Rowdy Goblins

There is a hoard of rowdy goblins throwing a wild party right smack in the middle of my brain right now. In fact, from the feel of it, fireworks are involved, and also what feels like some heavy duty jackhammering. I'm thinking there must be about 100 of those punks rampaging around my head. How they all squeezed in there is a mystery, but there they are, and going away they are not.

it is such a bad bad BAD BAD BAD BADBADBADBADBADBADBAD idea to drink on a Sunday night.

I need someone to come over here and do me a favour and saw off the top of my head so that it would stop the Wild Goblin Party of the Century, and also give an rock solid MC excuse. ("I'm going on MC because, someone sawed my head off")

On a good note, I really like my new office space. Even through my hazy alcohol goggles.

durh.

SAW! PLEASE! NOW!