September 2009

I am a hypocrite. I went over to the dark side. As Ninja.

I was wandering around ProBlogger and he was all ‘girl, you need to get your arse on Facebook, you CANNOT be no freaking international blogging superstar if you don’t, and day-um girl, those shoes are freaking HOT!’ Or words to that effect. So I was all, oh.  Yeah, OK.  Lets do this shit. And that [...]

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Holy shit, motherfucker.

No I am not talking about my boss. Even if that is an apt description. I am talking about the fact that people are already talking about the C word. While I am a avid fan, some would say rabid fan, of Christmas, I really don’t want some fucker reminding me about it IN SEPTEMBER. [...]

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my day in a timeline thingy (cause I have written four pissed off posts today and instead of subjecting you to that I will give you this.)

6am  Alarm goes off and I kick MPS constantly till he gets out of damn bed. 6.50am Drive MPS to the bus stop 7am Sit and drink my latte that MPS made before he left cause he KNOWS better than to leave without me having a ready source of caffeine. 7.10am Continue writing job application. [...]

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Diahorrea, Diarrhoea, Dihoreeeea, Die-ho-reee-aaahhhhhhh

Seriously biatches, that word always trips me up. Kinda like the product of that word on the floor trips me up.  But not when it is on the walls cause people don’t walk on walls.  Silly internetz. So we have a case of the runs, the shits, the dripping anuses/anii, the shitting through the eye [...]

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I have said it before, and I will say it again, I would totally turn gay for Neil Patrick Harris. Wait. I don’t think it works that way, does it. Damn it.

Watch this. Too awesome to be relagated to the side blog. OR I am just too damn lazy to post today.  Or yesterday.  But I have an excuse.  It just isn’t a very good one.* Meh. Just watch it dammit. * I am applying for my job A-FUCKING-GAIN and getting tested for TB/Lyme Disease/GERD/Legionnaires Disease.  [...]

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Interrupting the usual scheduled snarkiness: I need some advice.

I have always had a ‘project’ on the go. Home improvement.  Furniture building. Getting pregnant with a ‘blue’ one.  Painting my nails a different colour every week. All very noble pursuits. However, although it has been a wild ride and quite entertaining, my current project of contracting weird and wonderful illnesses and collecting medications along [...]

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Oh what a morning. Would have been way betterer if I was hungover after a night of partying.

This morning, after a night of hacking up a lung with The Sickness That Is Not Whooping Cough Anymore But Something Entirely Different But We Just Don’t Know What It Is So Suck It Up Princess And Reduce That Stress Already, my eyes flew open at 7.46am Which is really 7.38am. Which I know immediately, [...]

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The post that is gunna get me kicked off the internetz.

stolen from xkcd I hate cats. I don’t like cake.  Especially cupcakes.  And don’t get me started on the sickly sweetness of frosting.  Blech. I don’t own a camera, well a decent one anyway, and I don’t post endless photos of my adorable children with fancy lenses and extra glistening in their eyes. I haven’t [...]

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Do you think I should bake a cake?

stolen from here cause I am too damn lazy to actually bake Today is an anniversary of sorts. Six months ago today, my brain had a little reboot. Six months ago today, I was out shopping unaware that a few hours later I would be in hospital, too terrified to try and sleep lest I [...]

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The inferiority of women. Happy Birthday baby girl.

So usually at this time I post a letter to the birthday child telling them how damn lucky they are to have me as a mother much I love and respect them and yada yada yada, but it has been brought to my attention that that is so cliche ‘Mommy Blogger’ and we know how [...]

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