So, I've just seen on the news that it's National Kissing Day.  Just another day to feel totally inadequate this year as I can't participate.  Wonder when Hallmark will come out with a card for this.

Can't remember the last time I had a good snog.  Maybe that's why I'm so bitchy.  And my score was crap when when I took the YM trivia quiz!  Certainly ( Read more... )

Today at the training session some behemoth decided to throw a hissy fit presumably because I was invading his sacrosanct space by using the next bench.  I can only presume that his kicking the bench, dropping the weights and kicking his car keys were meant to register the complete contempt that he had for me ( Read more... )

Well the toyboy is obviously worried about the bruised state of my hands.  The gloves didn't go far to alleviating the problem...the bruising last week was spectacular...but why did some cretin have to then go and steal the gloves thereby denying me the chance to really punch something today.  And today I could have used the release.  

Tonight the elevator doors opened and a man greeted me cheerfully and asked where I had been.  He hadn't seen me in so long, as he tells me.  Odd, I don't remember him at all.  I'm sure we've never had a conversation.  No one notices me anyway.  Why should he?  Will I have to start taking the stairs if total strangers decide they can speak to me in ( Read more... )

Please use one word and one word only to describe me.  You may post in my journal or e-mail me your word.  Then go and play with someone else and ask them to do the same for you.

Post in my journal.  As if.  Yes, you may e-mail.  Don't get in a froth.

Yes, it's old but Marcus just sent me the Blair rap.  It's still got a good beat.

He must have had a very good dinner with the boys.

Marcus called after one of his semi-annual publisher's luncheons.  Thank God it appears to have lasted the traditional five hours otherwise I would have been getting the call in the small hours again ( Read more... )

I suppose it's a bad thing when the sales staff greet you by name when you cross the threshold?  Or at least remember your last purchase which amounts to much the same thing.

"Right, here's the plan.  First we go in there and get wrecked, then we eat a pork pie, then we drop a couple of Surmontil-50's each, means we'll miss out Monday and come up smiling Tuesday morning."

I'm going to watch this - again - this weekend.  One of these days I'm going to count how many times I laugh out loud when I watch this.  But not this

"There's none left in the tube for you."


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