A book that I will never be qualified to write:
"How to eat a kebab in a gentile manner"
29 September, 2006
28 September, 2006
Cheers
There should be a crime against the misuse of the sign-off "cheers". Evil librarian, currently the black hole of my previously unabated optimism, signs her emails "Cheers -------" (name removed to prevent plants wilting and children crying). Trust me, there is NO cheer when you receive an email from this woman. It is like all the joy is sucked out of the atmosphere in one inhalation.
Thus I believe that signing off with "cheers", when the opposite is the case, is a societal felony. The punishment for this should be the offender's immediate removal from existence and, if possible, from history and the universe in general. That is all.
Thus I believe that signing off with "cheers", when the opposite is the case, is a societal felony. The punishment for this should be the offender's immediate removal from existence and, if possible, from history and the universe in general. That is all.
26 September, 2006
25 September, 2006
Missing
I had a dream that a guy from work went missing.
I found this out via a sales assistant at a travelgoods store.
Must fix dress from Saturday night. Straps literally snapped off the dress. And only one strap from bra remains. Out of four straps, three came off/undone of their own accord. Is that a record? Love the dress, not so much me in it, but tolerable.
A productive day. A treatise on odes and epic poems followed by fun poems. Got stuck at the end trying to compose a limerick with the syllabic pattern 9/9/6/6/9 but couldn't think of a last line. The first four lines go:
There once was a girl named Alina
You could not find anyone cleaner
She would wash once an hour
In a chemical shower
BLAH x 9 (help? anyone?)
Weighing up the rhyme 'sheen her', 'greener' and 'screen her'.
There are some pretty rude ones out there. The traditional opening line for a limerick is actually 'There once was a man from Nantucket' which opens all sorts of cans of worms. On Wikipedia:
There once was a man from Nantucket,
Whose dick was so long he could suck it,
While wiping his chin,
He said with a grin,
"If my ear were a cunt, I could fuck it."
Listening: Beethoven's Symphony No. 9, 2nd movement played by the Sydney Symphony Orchestra of 1944, conducted by Eugene Ormandy.
Have tax pack. Too late to start the bureaucracy.
Full week. *Sigh* Very full week. When will I eat? When will I sleep?
I found this out via a sales assistant at a travelgoods store.
Must fix dress from Saturday night. Straps literally snapped off the dress. And only one strap from bra remains. Out of four straps, three came off/undone of their own accord. Is that a record? Love the dress, not so much me in it, but tolerable.
A productive day. A treatise on odes and epic poems followed by fun poems. Got stuck at the end trying to compose a limerick with the syllabic pattern 9/9/6/6/9 but couldn't think of a last line. The first four lines go:
There once was a girl named Alina
You could not find anyone cleaner
She would wash once an hour
In a chemical shower
BLAH x 9 (help? anyone?)
Weighing up the rhyme 'sheen her', 'greener' and 'screen her'.
There are some pretty rude ones out there. The traditional opening line for a limerick is actually 'There once was a man from Nantucket' which opens all sorts of cans of worms. On Wikipedia:
There once was a man from Nantucket,
Whose dick was so long he could suck it,
While wiping his chin,
He said with a grin,
"If my ear were a cunt, I could fuck it."
Listening: Beethoven's Symphony No. 9, 2nd movement played by the Sydney Symphony Orchestra of 1944, conducted by Eugene Ormandy.
Have tax pack. Too late to start the bureaucracy.
Full week. *Sigh* Very full week. When will I eat? When will I sleep?
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