Well I am officially the worst blogger ever. Okay, well maybe not the worst, I always like to think that there is someone else out there in the world worse than me at everything. It's my sad little way of staying positive. Anyway, yes, my idea of blogging for all of 2010 is having a bad start. I could list off a few random excuses as to why I haven't blogged, like my cat had kittens, or I was so so popular hanging with all my friends every night. But, the sad fact is I am just plain lazy. Lazzzzy.
So here is my short blog to say hi and to help myself stop feeling guilty. For those that care I am sick with cold so my throat feels like I have been swallowing a cocktail of sand paper or tiny swords.
Not fun. Back later when my white blood cells are working properly.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
08.01.2010 Non alcoholic please
I've invented a phrase that horrifies my beloved friends.
"Non alcoholic please"
I'm not sure exactly why, but every time these word fall out of my mouth I get looks of disgust, like I have kicked their new puppy. Lately, I've cut out most (but not all) alcohol from my life, and little did I know the magnitude this would upset my friends!
I've been known to enjoy the odd boozy night, but for some reason, nursing a hangover at McDonalds just doesn't appeal to me anymore. I'm happier if some other poor fool has my share of wine and takes one for the team. Maybe I was just more fun if I'd had a few drinks in me, or maybe, just maybe, I really am a better dancer, singer and the sexiest person in the room after I have polished off a few wines.
If that's the case..... salute!
"Non alcoholic please"
I'm not sure exactly why, but every time these word fall out of my mouth I get looks of disgust, like I have kicked their new puppy. Lately, I've cut out most (but not all) alcohol from my life, and little did I know the magnitude this would upset my friends!
I've been known to enjoy the odd boozy night, but for some reason, nursing a hangover at McDonalds just doesn't appeal to me anymore. I'm happier if some other poor fool has my share of wine and takes one for the team. Maybe I was just more fun if I'd had a few drinks in me, or maybe, just maybe, I really am a better dancer, singer and the sexiest person in the room after I have polished off a few wines.
If that's the case..... salute!
Monday, January 4, 2010
04.01.2010 Work calling
My mobile offended my ear drums this morning. I was rudely woken by it vibrating across my bedside table like a dying blow fly drowning out any nicety of the alarm, reminding me that today is the day. The day, I go back to work.
As I hobbled onto the train I noticed the deathly silence that was only interrupted by the loud yawns, sighs and long head tilted gazes out the window. Mentally we were all waving goodbye to our holidays - grumpy, like naughty kids being sent to their bedrooms or back to school after the year break. Oh, to have 3 months off work like a kid. Heck, I've even considered going back to Uni to live the high life as poor student to cash in on 3 months where you don't even need to know if it's a Thursday or a Monday. But alas, I love standing in the cafe line, not having to wonder if I can afford the coffee or lamenting the fact I did not get up early enough to make a coffee in my thermos to save $4.
Work, here I come tomorrow!
As I hobbled onto the train I noticed the deathly silence that was only interrupted by the loud yawns, sighs and long head tilted gazes out the window. Mentally we were all waving goodbye to our holidays - grumpy, like naughty kids being sent to their bedrooms or back to school after the year break. Oh, to have 3 months off work like a kid. Heck, I've even considered going back to Uni to live the high life as poor student to cash in on 3 months where you don't even need to know if it's a Thursday or a Monday. But alas, I love standing in the cafe line, not having to wonder if I can afford the coffee or lamenting the fact I did not get up early enough to make a coffee in my thermos to save $4.
Work, here I come tomorrow!
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