Tag: sweets

oh bugger off work whilst i do a meme

Got this from  Sheena who stole it from Sweets and this is my WAB (work avoidance behaviour) for today. BAD CATH!!!

I am: sitting in the world’s smallest stall at the TB conference.

I know: a shitload more than i thought i did about the work that i do (thats self-deprecating and im going to have to pay a person five rand now)

I want: to stop having to say my name, and introducing my project.

I wish: i could go for a smoke?

I hate: the idea that so much money goes into sitting here.

I miss: my cam and my moose.

I fear: not much really

I feel: much older than i think i am

I smell: apples

I hear: alot of talking and fannying around

I crave: a cheesy toastie and some coffee right now.

I search: google daily for random crap that enters my brain. today my search terms are “longitudinal dork” and “manic shirts”

I wonder: why people really are dumb. and why people steal. it irks me.

I regret: nothing. not even cardigan wearing name shirters. they’re inspiring me on a 365u post. Wahah.

I love: that my life is all about being busy and loving and loved.

I ache: when I think about how quickly my daughter is growing up, and i hope every day that i am enough for her

I am not: going to dwell on it.

I believe: in ghosts and imaginary friends.

I dance: not as often as i want to.

I sing: loudly and with tv remotes or hair brushes with my flatmate. and badly. SOOO badly.

I cried last: night with hysterical laughter.

I fight: with myself daily. usually i win.

I write: whenever i can. however i can. on whatever i can.

I win: every time cameron says “i love you mommy”

I lose: my voice when i have something important to say.

I am never: going to tolerate being forced into compromise or submission again.

I always: put the curtains left over right.

I confuse: my words often. lysdexia rules. vissing mic etc

I listen: to music all day at work

I can usually be found: smiling

I need: a.cigarette.and.coffee.stat.

I am happy: most of the time. it does take a lot (and to define a lot you have to be me) to make me unhappied

I imagine: often about silly girl dreams.

i heart sweets

Dear Sweets

i heart you. i stalk you daily, in fact, but you don’t know and then today you say:

“why isn’t the whole world reading your blog, seriously????”

and i guess the inner narcissist within in me says

“because people are dumb”

thank you darling

as for the rest of you, visit Sweets NOW or else i will throw my stapler, shoes and a banana at you. (i have phenomenally good aim when irked, trust me on this score)

Oh, and I’ll make you sit in on all my meetings that i have to go to AND I’ll make you do karaoke with me. (trust me, i’m bad)

(btw, sweets, the name of your blog is actually one of my fave sayings. SWEET ASS is the way forward!)