And WHAT a scary photo!
lol, bad bad photo *wags finger at photo for its terribleness*
ah fuckit ... who cares.

Gee whiz, I forgot I had this :)

But posting a comment on Ronnie's Rantings caused me to inadvertently log into a place on the internet I forgot I had ever been.

And how interesting it is to see what I was thinking when I did.
What WAS I thinking?????? LOL

I truly love my job

Last week I came home with only fifty quid.

Today I came home with two hundred and twenty.
Alright, forty of that is tips from my lovely Katrina.

But still ... £180 for not actually shagging anybody at all.
£180 for answering the phone, pouring glasses of wine, and changing a bed.

Feckin' brill!

Oh, and, of course, for putting up with having to read Maggie's bleating messages about not having left the place IMMACULATE (and stinking of cigarette smoke). Get a fucking grip, woman. I leave that gaff as perfect as you. Try finding another receptionist who keeps it tidier than the other ones that are there ... So maybe I don't leave the place nearly as perfect as you want it, but when was the last time YOU dusted the tops of the picture frames, Maggie me old mucker?

I used to get upset by them, now I just read them and go "Oh Fuck off".

And now ... having mentioned the very thought of things Spanish, what does the cat drag in?

A heart-achingly burly biker who now lives in Spain, still sending texts with kisses on the end and declaring an interest in seeing me when he visits London this week.

Can I bring myself to do it?

REALLY can I go through that again.
Every time he's back?

Fuckin' does me brain in, he does.

Oh well, at least I'll probably drop a few pounds, back on the "Love Hurts Diet" again I suppose :rolleyes:

Men - can't live without them, can't bury them in the garden!

Neighbours

Gosh!

Next-Blog brings up a Spanish page with bunnies and fluffy yellow chickies on it.
Much more interesting than mine.

Spanish.
Why did it have to be Spanish.
/Indiana-Jones

*sigh*

I wonder what's on my other-side Neighbour's blog ... it doesn't appear to have a "Previous Blog" choice.
Or maybe I'm just cack at navigation.

I wonder if they're clicking on Next-Blog and finding my one very boring and self-obsessed.

:eek:

Transliteration Button

I see that you can request for your posts to be transliterated (?) from English to Hindi.

Why Hindi, one has to ask.
Something with a completely different alphabet?

Why not some other language.
Russian, for example.

But Hindi?
*scratches head*
Does this mean that almost as large a percentage of Hindi-speakers as English-speakers make blogs?

Well what about all those Chinese? Because the Chinese have the highest population of single-language speakers, higher perhaps than English.

So why not a Mandarin (or whatever) Transliteration Button.

Randomness ... its a gift.
Often given to Stoners.

Sisters

Hmmm, today is my sister's birthday.

And I have forgotten to phone her.
Well, shit happens.

She got the clothes I sent her. What more does she want?
Sisters can only be so much to each other.
More on this later... undoubtedly.

I wonder why I opened this.

I've fought against my better instinct for several years now, against opening a blog, against what is effectively a diary in cyber form.

Where EVERYONE can read what you are thinking or feeling.
Its always seemed a bit "Look-at-Me!!", to my mind.
Vanity Publishing, Pushy Showbiz Parents, all that sort of thing.
Sez she, who is a shy self-effacing little flower of womanhood.
*smirk*

But now ... Look at Me!! ... here I am, starting one.

Go figure.
*shrugs*