orientation is going well...

Orientation in hell...

hahah now I am staff at Uni..means Staff Club cheap drinks and fun and games each week with the kiddies who wander about (I had forgotten the hatefulness of Uni Orientation!) either topless and/or in precarious heels (not gender-specific, I assure you!).

J xoxo

oooh valentines day vomit

K you sucker! Valentine's Day for me was ruined by the ENORMOUSLY fat lady on Campbell Live who said..
- I have lots of lovers [spew!]
- "mating" and "making love" [double spew!]
- it's all about the eyebrows...

I literally thought she was that fat Mexican guy from Saturday Night Live in drag. Her eyebrows looked like pimp mo' caterpillars. She was hideous. And that was all Valentine's Day is K really...a fat pimp mo' uggo saying mating while raising her eyebrows provacatively at John Campbell. Let's give thanks that it only happens once a year.

I commemorated the day by making a fort out of a tent in the living room and watching the Mighty Boosh, which is obviously much better.

The blog is dying this is the most pointless post ever.

J xoxox

Valentine's Schmalentines

This is a hugely unoriginal post because it seems that everyone in the world hates Valentines Day. Unfortunately for me, every year I am strangely optimistic that THIS will be the year that I get something. A card, rose, ANYTHING! Yet every year is disappointing.
Now, I may bitch and whine about these things and really I have a wonderful boy but the problem is that he, along with the rest of the world, is not a fan of this romantic day. And every year I find out that neither am I because it is always depressing. It's a cruel, cruel world.
And that damn woman in the picture... at least she got a bloody balloon. Who cares that it is a broken heart. Be grateful for anything.
Really I should just ignore this commercial bullshit but it's one of those things that deep down inside you have a weakness for. And I KNOW I'm not the only person thinking this.
And it seems that every person who has set foot on Queen St today is burdened with enormous bunches of flowers or Fererro Rocher bouquets and 'tis quite saddening.
My hope now lies in this coming Friday when my boy arrives. There's a teeny tiny glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he will think of something nice. I have a little (if not slightly evil, fly eating contraption) thing for him. We'll see. I'll keep you all posted on 'The Longings of K'. As for now, crap TV beckons.
Go out and buy yourselves something nice.
K xx

Lucky Bitch 

oh baby oh baby

i got bored...

Hey, hope you don't mind K but I changed the format of Too Weird...

We can change back....but since Rosie has totally abandoned the blogging world and no one else has one, I thought I'd mix it up a bit just to keep people on their toes..

What people?

Is anyone out there?......

This blog is like the Twilight Zone (hey Rod!) - it doesn't exist in time or space, unless people read it!

I shall now revert to blatant tactics to get people to come here and put Johnny on....

In the meantime, in case you're interested, I am a geek BUT summer school is nearly finished and then I can revert to being the shocking lush you all know and love!

J xoxoxo