Drinking Strongbow. Hideous fucking drink. I wish it wouldn't tempt me with its extraordinary cheapness. Fucking Economics man, fucking Economics.
The conference I've helped organise at work (I work as an administrator at a reconciliation organisation) is coming up this weekend. Will probably be performing a song or two at the Friday night dinner/performance thing. The prospect of singing in front of people I don't know disconcerts me. I can sing better than fucking bad singers, and a lot worse than good ones, but even so, I think I can miss enough notes to bring people to tears. But hey, rock 'n' roll, you only live once, why not force your singing inabilities on others?
Trauma: Life In The ER (Wednesdays nights 10:55pm, ABC for Aussie Landers) is brilliant. Makes me want to be a doctor. Last week this bloke went in with a six inch knife in the top of his head. And he lived. It went through his brain. Amazing. Makes the time I got a screw through my hand look as much of a problem as a baby scribbling on the walls with crayon. If not less. I mean, fuck, getting crayon off walls is easier said than done. I still haven't managed to clean all the crayon I left on the walls on my old house.
The conference I've helped organise at work (I work as an administrator at a reconciliation organisation) is coming up this weekend. Will probably be performing a song or two at the Friday night dinner/performance thing. The prospect of singing in front of people I don't know disconcerts me. I can sing better than fucking bad singers, and a lot worse than good ones, but even so, I think I can miss enough notes to bring people to tears. But hey, rock 'n' roll, you only live once, why not force your singing inabilities on others?
Trauma: Life In The ER (Wednesdays nights 10:55pm, ABC for Aussie Landers) is brilliant. Makes me want to be a doctor. Last week this bloke went in with a six inch knife in the top of his head. And he lived. It went through his brain. Amazing. Makes the time I got a screw through my hand look as much of a problem as a baby scribbling on the walls with crayon. If not less. I mean, fuck, getting crayon off walls is easier said than done. I still haven't managed to clean all the crayon I left on the walls on my old house.
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strangeattractor:
yes, if i didn't look as silly as i do already trying to lift weights (i'm 5'0.5" tall...midget girl factor) i would definitely put on a grunting show.
silencenoir:
No, no stealing my leather studded bracelet.....but if you're good I might just let you wear it.
