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Just popping it here for the record-

I don't want to go outside this morning. It's cold out there.

Though if this carries on into Saturday, it gives me the perfect excuse to break out the snuggly, long-sleeve tops I suppose. (Mmm, snuggly)


Kat's mum is hoovering, you know... she's a strange, strange, cleaning-obsessed lady when she has nothing better to be doing.

I on the other hand, definitely do have something better I could be doing. Several somethings. One of them involves getting off my arse and going to work and the other involves getting off my arse and going back to sleep.

Sadly it will be the former as I need to get paid. Damn capitalism, making me cut short of napping time. I was having a dream about Hugh pictures though, and found a couple that I now can't visually remember, but they involved chocolate or brownies or cookies in some way, and I made a half-conscious mental note to ask around if anyone had the rest of the set, only of course now I wake up I remember they're not real and it was all very disappointing.


Yeah, work now. woot.

Scattered thinking...

I got wet earlier, cause granny wanted donuts so I got to wander out in the rain to get them for her even though she shouldn't be eating them in the first place.


I want lunch but I don't know what I want. Actually no, I do know what I want but I'm not going to go all the way into town and get wet again just to go get a coal-hot jacket potato with six pounds of butter and cheese on it.


My browser keeps being a retarded jackass and has taken to crashing a lot lately. This is superbly annoying.


Someone needs to write me some hot, steaming, intense, passionate Wolverporn. (Or VanHughsling porn actually, I could go for either) and I need them to do it right now.


I should go eat something before I fall asleep.

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Help. Stuck On Phone With Randomly Warbling Stranger. MAKE HIM GO AWAY.

Whu...? You're who...? No, I haven't got a damn clue who you are...

*is now off the phone*

WTF?

Well there went a portion of my life, talking to this... random bloke from Newcastle...

So first off this guy is convinced that I'm my mum... then starts rambling on about going up to visit JR's mum and I'm like... *flail* IHAVENOFUCKINGIDEA! cause he seems to think I should know when they're going but I don't because mum and JR never tell me these things they just leave food in the freezer and a sticky-note to remind me to feed the chickens...
I finally explain that I'm not my mum but I'm not JR's daughter either and though he seems to have some basic idea of who we are cause they've been trading family tree geneology crap he can't wrap his head around the non-relatedness of part of our family and how we interconnect, but he doesn't especially seem to care he just keeps... droning on about something or other and great-aunts on JR's mother's side being his not-wife's ancestors relatives 9th cousin 23 times removed, round the U-bend and across the boarder of Scotland or whatthefuckever...

*moans*

You can tell he's related to JR, he just keeps on fucking rambling even after you've made it abundantly clear you don't know what he's talking about, don't care, and aren't the person he needs to speak to anyway.

*cradles head in hands* Make it stop, dear God the horror, Make it Stop!!!

Whu?

You know what I like about vodka? It's that it's easier to drink, the more of it you consume. However I am now cutting myself off because I made a big dent in this bottle and that's probably not a good thing.

*puts it back away in the MIL's room*


Yeah... so you know it either makes me write, sleep or run around in circles chasing my own tail?

FYI, it's the latter this time (It's like an alcoholic lucky-dip!) so I shall now continue to listen to the Reservoir Dogs OST on loop and attempt to coerce my brain into literary functionality.

It's had an idea, but it's VERY easily distracted...

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You know what I like about this shot-glass hobbit_chan's sister got me? (That's the Charlie-mon's sister for those keeping track)

It takes double the shot of a regular shot.



Yeah... I'm gonna' go sit in the corner now. Everything feels strange. And it's very bad that I'm swaying side to side as I type this...

oooh coconut. I like this track...

*goes away to be drunk elsewhere*