Showing posts with label crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crazy. Show all posts

Thursday, May 5, 2011

testing. times & this.

So this is a test of blogging via my phone.

It's also a test of my strength because I'm blogging in a hospital bed after having had surgery today - long, complicated story: was pregnant, now not, possibility of bigger and scarier problems.

I've generally been a believer in "good things happen to good people" but fuck me, these past few years have tested that theory well and truly.

But I refuse to believe that although I might not be funny these days, that I'm not good.

Sure I swear (including saying cunt) and I even swear at old ladies who steal my car park (including saying cunt) and I might secretly wish harm on someone who used to work for me and I might even forget to get anything in the post for Mothers Day, but I'm still good.

Fucking good even.

Mobile Blogging from here.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

8 months between waxes

Holy shit, 7 months since I last posted?
Crikey.

So many things have changed, so many things have stayed the same...like that sore arse of mine - still sore.

This little chap has grown:

Sadly my patience for morons hasn't grown (well, spose it's only sad if you're one of those morons...but if you are then you're probably too moronic to realise).

Still fat.

Still batshit crazy.

And brazillian's, even after 8 months (yes, 8 months, I KNOW!), still hurt like fuck.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Checking in.

From a readership of 4, I have had 3 of you ask me to post more frequently. Not sure if the other of you wants this but majority rules, so here goes.

Problem is I don't have much to say. Crazy busy. (And still crazy too).

Here's a snapshot of Plumpy's life right now.



And perhaps also a snapshot of why Plumpy is, well, plumpy.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Too much time on my hands.

Bravely I just shared this blog with two of my best friends.

Both of them told me I had too much time on my hands.

I guess it depends how you look at it.

I have so much time on my hands that I fill them with food far too often.

But not enough time to get them dirty by weeding the garden.

And certainly not enough time to do that job with them that S would like.

But enough to apply the $70 bum cream - which is working well BTW.

But not too much.

Time or bum cream.