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I can't work out if this is all, like, post-modern funny, or horrifically sexist. Or both. But ultimately, I don't care because it made me laugh my ass off. Baking during sex? WHY NOT.

How to get a guy to notice you while you're having sex - 'Guys love blowing their load into a confident woman'.

WARNING: It's from The Onion.


All hilarity aside - 2011 really is shaping up to be the worst ever for my family. My Aunt was in hospital yesterday having her gall bladder removed. She was in so much pain today, her husband called 999 and it turns out, they forgot to tie off one of the...I don't know. Can't remember what it's called. Anyway, bile has been leaking into her stomach since the operation - she's been back in theatre for nearly four hours now. Calls are being put out to the family with a 'this is not good' message. There's nothing for it but to wait and hope. *throws hands up* 2011, you were fired the second week of January, and now I'm just pulling the AK-47 on you.

A link. An important one, I feel.

Tomorrow, most people who have jobs are off. Tomorrow, if you're driving, it's probably to be with your family and friends, your loved ones, to be in a warm, comfortable, loving place.

Hopefully, where you will be tomorrow is secure. Hopefully, you won't be losing that comfort, that warmth.

There are people who are looking at losing that.

blackperson's friends are looking at losing their house on my birthday. Because of unfortunate events--a job loss, a car failure--and a developmentally disabled child's needs, plus the regular demands of a family and a baby on the way, they had to take out a second mortgage. On December 8, if they do not have $10,000, they will lose their house.

blackperson isn't asking for much. If you have it to give, she's asking for donations of $1 each. If she can get 10,000 people to donate, they keep their house.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.

BWHAHAHAHA!

It wasn't me! I wasn't the one who was wrong!

The sun has gone away. ):

I have the tune from the old Weetabix advert featuring Robin Hood running through my head. it's annoying simply because I can't remember all the words to the second verse.

Anyway! The main point of this post is to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEBI!! I hope the day is fabulous and involves lots of alcohol and chocolate and cake and whatnot.



In unrelated rambling - wtf is up with the English Language and all its stupid words for simple ideas? I had another class on it this morning and yet again, I couldn't tell you a thing about what I learned. Or didn't learn. Well OK, I remember the concepts but I can't remember what the technical terms for them are. 'Adjoining...' something. Chaining! I remember chaining, as it pertains to spoken speech (edit: I rememeber the word but not what it actually means, now I come to think of it). And there were two other things I had to remember but I can't. This is ridiculous. I can't retain this stuff. I can't even tell you what a noun or a verb is because it just wont stay in my head. I have tried to remember so many times - I even looked them up last night - and yet, today, I got nothin'.

I do know what an adjective is. I ouldn't tell you the difference between that an an adverb because they seem like the same thing to me. Whatever. I'll do what I always do and cram it the morning of the exam. An hour after its over it'll be completely gone again but that's fine. Only two more exams involving language stuff in my life again, ever. Thank the Lord for that.

I cannot stop sneezing today. This is fine because I enjoy sneezing.

Steve finds it amusing that I'm running a 5K at the start of May. How rude.

For some reason, I cannot sleep on Sunday nights. Which is inconvenient because Monday is the only morning I have to be up early to drop the baby off at nursery and go to college. It takes me at least two hours to fall asleep and then I wake up continuously through the night. Thanks a lot, circadian rhthym.

Anyhoo! The only important part of this post is the bit where I wish IB a happy birthday. The rest is just because I have nothing to do this afternoon so I thought I'd fill some time with pointless typing.

I'll stop that now.

ETA: I have found the Weetabix advert! Bwhahaha!

metro_weird wins with the headlines and photo captions today. I particularly adore the one with the nun. So much so that I think I'll link it, even though I wasn't going to. Here! Man. I am once again reduced to helpless giggles. And remember - Hugging: Careful now!

One day to go. Nothing to do. I am in a state of nervous tension the like of which I haven't felt since the last time I was on stage. I am going to go and bake delicious things and then devour them while watching the footy tonight. Oh yes.

OMG! Boris might get to be Mayor of London! HEE! This man is total crack. I want him to win just because of that which is probably very wrong. Imagine all the people he could offend though! Brilliant! And check that hair. Mwhahaha!

I am part-way through the chores I need to do in order to have my flat ready for both the arrival of Scribble, and my mother post-Scribble. This, naturally, involves uploading photos on to my computer and being on LJ right now. Of course. Although I did have to break for food, hence this procrastination is totally valid really. Anyway. So far I have dragged my trunk (which is brilliant by the way. Its Victorian or something and I got it off ebay because I had always wanted one of those trunks that look like a pirate chest that you'd discover on the bottom of the ocean. It's exactly like that! Unweildy to drag around but so awesome) into my bedroom, cleared it of random crap and it is now a receptacle for my many pairs of shoes. When I have aired it more, it will also become a handy place to keep spare quilts/pillows/blankets etc. Because its just that massive, fo' real. How the fuck did kids drag these off to boarding school anyway? No wheels! But SO COOL!

Loving on my random trunk aside, I have also set up my nice table that used to be my grandmothers' and it now holds a lamp and my telephones and a pad for taking messages even! Which I will never use as precisely two people have my landline number and I rarely answer it anyway. But it looks nice! Things have been tidied. I have done a load of laundry. I have tied the bathroom cabinet and found a good storage place for make-up which is good because it keeps it out of the way and its not like I'm going to be using it for bloody ages.

And thats about it. I still have boxes to tackle and go through and move out of the way, and I must haul the spare mattress out from under my bed and tonight I must pack my bag for the hospital because really, its getting stupidly late to be leaving that. But all in all, things shouldn't take long. I will finish up tonight, tomorrow I will clean the kitchen and bathroom and vacuum and then I will be all done and ready to go.

Now, where's my baby?

ETA: Also, *snorfle* The West Wing staff must DESPAIR. When will someone teach Shrub how to speak? I hope never because its just too amusing.

Goat crowned King of Ireland. And wouldn't ya know, its all Puck's fault. Heh.

Ireland is the best thing ever, I swear.

I have had a productive day. Apart from being very relieved every time it occured to me that yes, I do actually have today off (what's up with only having one day off this week, I ask you?), I actually spent the time cleaning and assembling furniture. Go me! I now have a bedside cabinet and a chest of drawers; the latter is already full of baby things. Next week I shall attempt the wardrobe part of the ensemble, then put the cot together and I will be all ready for young Scribble to turn up! It's a hell of a relief to be getting the practical stuff out of the way. Then I can start panicking about the actual kid in earnest.

Blah. Work tomorrow so I have to crash.

/pointlessness

ETA: Also! Just wanted to say, am loving Heroes. It's ace! Hiro is my favourite, I think. Or Clare. Don't like Peter much. And...bugger. I've just remembered that I meant to start watching Supernatural tonight and forgot. Bugger.

And currently reading High Fidelity as it was on TV last night. I remember now why the book bothered me the first time I read it, about ten years ago. For the most part, its funny and insightful and everything but then, towards the end, it always dawns on me that I can't stand Rob. He's mean and completely self-absorbed and selfish and childish and boring and I really just want to throw things at him.

But I'll finish it again because there's only about two chapters left. Nick Hornby is a great writer. But he's like Ian McEwan for me - there are things about the styles of these two authors that just really sets me on edge. I can't just relax and melt into their books. There is always a character or two who grates on my nerves so much that I'm annoyed to the point of unbearable distraction.