1 ... worrying about things that will NEVER happen.
Today, for example, I wasted a good 10 minutes of my life wondering how I would survive being buried in an avalanche (FYI: I would keep my hands close to my face so that I can push away snow and create a breathing space and try to determine which way was up, by trying to get a little of the snow to fall on my face. Or not)
This sort of shit has GOT TO STOP.
16 Dec 2014
|The internet: |
Addictive as crack cocaine
necessary as breathing
But the intertubes are not entirely barren of worthwhile sites. So here are 10 that I'd like to share with you that enrich my life on a regular basis.
8 Dec 2014
|Don't dance with her -|
she's being a twat
Back at secondary school we were all shepherded in to the Games Hall in the middle of the school building. It had a high vaulted ceiling and smelled strongly of decomposing rubber matting. Or teenage boys. I could never tell the difference.
4 Dec 2014
The sort of miserable that only a packet of Kitkats can soothe.
And it has been dreich for DAYS.
This is why I woke up this morning to find my tummy resting on the mattress next to me, like a newly-born puppy.
1 Dec 2014
If I'm like this in December, I'll need scraped off the ceiling by the time I have to get myself on a flight.
Anyhoo, my passport has expired.
I duly got another form and completed it, resplendent with two reasonably life-like photos for my new book. My friend's husband signed the photos and today was the day that I tootled down to the post office to have them check it over before I posted it.
The service costs £8.00 and they EARNED it today, dear reader, because I made them WORK FOR IT.
Explore the ruined citadel of m'blog:
http://theshootingstar.wordpress.com/2008/11/09/wish-upon-a-shooting-star/ Although I was visited by a couple of girlfriends yesterday - ...
It's like a big massive snowdrop. No idea what it is. Providing I can beat the blackbird this year, the red currants are goin...
On Saturday, the hottest day of the year, I found myself in Glasgow with a couple of hours to kill before I met up with a friend. I get a ...