knittenmitten

06:38 pm: Disappearing, reappearing
Right, after way too long (more than a year) without posting, it's time to write something down, I suppose. In my defence, I've been away, and the Internet wasn't the simplest thing in the world to access, or my first priority, and then I came back and got all self conscious about posting again, and not having anything decent to say, or having something decent to say, but worrying it would all be too attention seeking and angst angst angst.

Anyway - resolution - to be a better Livejournaler and actually post something occasionally, even if it's fluff, because fluff is good for the soul. Especially that candyfloss-type fluff you can buy in jars in Selfridges. Resolution number two - to actually start eating, I keep forgetting and having weird meals like lentils and eggs in the middle of the night. Nutritious, but a bit weird.

Tags: angst, apologies, food

11:11 am: Bloke cuts his penis off. Amusing in itself (in a cruel cruel kind of way).

He does it in a restaurant called Zizzi. Couldn't have chosen a better place, if you ask me. Bilingually dirty minded - it's a gift, I tell you.

08:32 pm: Even my computer thinks I'm Polish now. Following on from the disturbing prevalence of people talking to me in Polish while I'm at work, one of the adverts I got presented with by the internet today asked me whether I'd like to open a Polish workers' account. With karta debetowa Wisa, and ponad 1900 oddzialow w Wielkiej Brytanii. Yes...

05:02 pm: Sometimes I'm reminded just how right wing Durham's students are.

( Cut for left wing ranting. Possible incoherency. Read at your own risk )

05:53 pm: From polocrunch. You bastard.

RULES: Each player of this game starts off with 5 things most people on your FL don't know about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 5 things as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you should choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.

1)I tried to kill my brother mutiple times when I was smaller. Proper killing, including throwing him down the stairs, putting him in a drawer, and pulling covers over his head.

2)I saw my sister being born. She was born at home, I was five years old and feeling abandoned. And all I remember is there was a lot of blood.

3)I use a Mooncup for my period, because I'm too tight to shell out for tampons and pads every month.

4)I can crack my back, knees, elbows and neck.

5)The strongest memory I have of my dad before he left my mum is the way he used to walk around naked in the morning, at the age when I was penis height. I didn't (and still don't) think of it as anything strange, so I got seriously weirded out when I learnt some people have never seen their parents naked.


Can't be bothered tagging, and I don't think I've got five people on my FL, so if you want to do it, knock youreself out.

12:13 am: Having watched an old episode of the Simpson's, I think I've found a dirty joke which I didn't previously get..



Marge: Lisa, I can't believe it's your wedding day already.
Lisa: Mom, I feel kind of funny wearing white. I mean...Milhouse.
Marge: Oh, Milhouse doesn't count.
they both laugh

And I just knit a brain slug. *drool*

12:33 am: Gah!
You know when you sew a leg onto a teddy bear, and you go a bit crazy, and one leg is then much longer than the other, and you just can't be bothered to sort it out, so said teddy will have a limp? Yeah, that's where I am right now. Gah!

03:15 pm: Self consciousness
I know I haven't posted in a while, despite not really having an excuse not to. I think it's because I am self conscious like a bitch, and I don't really believe anyone would be that interested in the minutae of my daily life, but at the same time I can't actually think of anything else to put here. I mean, chickens don't really count as a thrilling fandom for most of my friends, I'm sure, and I always forget anything interesting as soon as it happens. Plus my html is shite, so I can't be bothered doing huge posts. Hum.

Two amusing quotes from the weekend, just to reward you for reading that emo interlude:
"Mind the skipping lesbians!" a skipping lesbian
"All you have to do is act hyper and tell them you work at Lush, and you get their numbers guaranteed" some guy that works at Lush, on the perks of his job

10:02 pm: CSI
Prader-Willi syndrome! I win at CSI!



...Yeah, OK, I'm sorry.

(anyone that saw it - 20 hotdogs? I feel slightly ill)

05:53 pm: Strange Italians
Went into town earlier, ended up with a menu du jour (or the Italian equivalent) at the local Italian, run by a man whose idea of customer service is to ply you with alcohol and sneak up behind your table shouting 'prego!'. Ah, a little taste of Italy. Despite the fact his wife is Chinese, and his children eat their way through everything on the menu whilst being shouted at in Chinese (Cantonese to be precise), which isn't quite so authentic Italian, but hey. Global village, right?