I think I should take stock of my life every month. Wait, I do somewhat do so already, since I get broke every stretch of 28 days, followed by a day of false and dangerous feelings of being surrounded by riches.

'28' makes it sound a bit like I am talking about my menstrual cycle, huh? I am a pretty happy girl, the first day of my period. I do feel little people in my body pulling at strings tied to my tummy and groin, plus that big heavy bitch who perches herself on my hips and tailbone for 2 days. BUT, everytime I spot red each month, I do a tiny whoop for joy!

No baby = yes to current psuedo-peace.

See, my biological clock is ticking like it's the NYE countdown all year long. Every single time I see a baby, I want one. BADLY. This is due to no fault of my own, and does not make me a freak of nature, since I'll be 26 this December. Yeah, so I'm a teeny bit desperate to have a kid, but only in feeling, since I am NOWHERE near ready $$$-wise. Oh, there's that little fact that I'm not married yet. Pulling a Rachel is trouble, to say the least.

Still, I want have a child so much, I'm afraid I might put that out to the universe so strongly, I might end up doing a Rachel. Okay now I sound like Phoebe.

Anyway. That's why I'm all smiley on my day 1s.

Did I actually say day 1? Why am I talking about my period? Maybe I am subconsciously trying to encourage it to show up already this month, since it's due.

Dullest post ever. Hate creating input on my phone.

Have you had Van Houten's Chocolate Buttons? I think it's the perfect snack for someone who doesn't care how fat she's getting. And that's exactly why i shall now keep this half-empty pack away.

I miss going out! Lately, I've only been travelling to and from work, with dinner with the bf thrown into my super exciting mix of activities once or twice a week. Odd... I just wanna get home and play with my nephew and bunnies these days.

Oh yah! I've not announced my adoption of bunnies to the blogiverse, yet! I am the proud owner of 2 brown frantic fuzzies; PfatBoy Wabbit and Boney Wabbit. They're both male but they love each other all the same, cos that's what bunnies do. Funny how I always end up with gay rabbits. Anyway. They're such lovely, filthy things!

Here's Boney, who's 3 months old!

And here's Fatty who's 2!


<3 <3 <3

The fat one's got an FB account. Yes, I am mad. But not bored, mind you. Ah wth, i'm bored. I give in to streaks of insanity and risk coming off batshitcrazy just so i am kept entertained. If I weren't so full of bodily wobbles, i'd probably be the friendly neighbourhood flasher. No, exhibitionist! Sounds more respectable.

My chocolate buttons are still here, dark and inviting. Why can't my hands follow my will, for once?! Ah what the heck. I'm gonna start gymming next week anyway. Got a gym partner, which makes it tough to back out of.

Still, wish me luck.

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And here's another old dumb one.

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I have a friend at work. A malleable, almost androgynous friend. Wanna meet him?

Say hello to........ Tack!!



Sweet isn't he? That's his happy smile.



Tack watches me work. That's his favourite activity. When I nod off while doing one of the few mundane tasks that're part of my duties, he squeals just loud enough for me to hear. Also, he discreetly snarls at ppl who try to push their work to me, which encourages me to tell to them to go wank somewhere. Such a darling, yes?

He's been complaining abt his looks (I think he's always looked stunning. But there's no convincing him. Sigh.) so I decided to give him a makeover. After much careful thought and processes, here's the end product;





He loves the tiara-like thing I did for him!



Side view!

He's happy with his new look, and has decided to name himself Shiny Bluetack. Tacky name, but I'm glad he loves my work! Let me know what you think!

And I love you, Tack!



Kill me.

I was doing my nails last night when an old post of mine came to mind. God how i loved blogging abt stupid things regularly!

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I'm sure you're familiar with the term 'read between the lines'. And I'm preeetty sure that if you're reading this, you're a young(ish) person, so, you shld be aware of the more offensive meaning the phrase holds, usually meant while displaying your hand with its 2nd, 3rd and 4th digits sticking solidly out.

Like this:

A friendlier version wld be,

So, you're frikkin pissed with someone and you want them to know they're shit and contemplate using the 'read between the lines' thing, cos it's a rude gesture, obviously. Then you think, "Alamak, I saw that primary school kid use it on her grandma yesterday. I got to come up with something btr and cooler!" Now that's when, if you're smart enough, the idea of the super fuck springs to your mind.

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Tadaaa!!

I present to you, the super fuck!!

My middle finger has got a pattern on it that is quite phallic, and it's got what is supposed to look like drops of urine on the fingers beside it. Aaaand, a tiny representation of the penis on my little finger(to say,'you're such a loser, your dick's like that!') , and another on my thumb too, which, unfortunately, wasn't photographed.

There you have it. The perfect, illustrated, cheemified insult.

Use it on someone. The reaction you'd get will first be this:

and once the full implication of your manicured nails are registered, you'll get this:

Marvellousness, yes?

You got a fantastic insult readily available AND, you have an excuse to get your nails done if you're a guy. What more cld any bitch ask for?

Get your super fuck done today!

My boyfriend doesn't like receiving flowers. WHY SO MALE?! Sigh. I love him anyway.

Happy Valentine's Day. :)

It feels really funny to be emotionally detached from family. I wish my choices were more...easily acceptable.

Yeah, having a good family is a very precious thing, and I honestly am one of the luckier ones in that aspect. But it's almost been 3 years, and there is only so much I can take. It shows on my face, my eyes and in my headaches.

I can't go away though. That will be very selfish of me and I just wasn't brought up that way.

But you never know.

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