Z0MG, sore throat. some silly bint at work has been determined to 'soldier on' and come into work even though she had a god-awful virus, even though we were all telling her to bugger off home as we didn't want to get sick. so, of course, she's be-virused the rest of us. so far i'm just very tired, achy, with that sand-paper feeling at the back of my throat, eating chewable vitamins like tictacs and feeling like this is going to get worse, probably over my precious long weekend. she is so on my shit-list.

anyhoo, hellooo! my internets broke for what seemed like ages and i've only just got back online after 1 windows reinstall, several fractious phonecalls to talktalk, and one damaged router change. but what awaits is worth it - http://www.rockstargames.com/IV/trailer_splash.html
GTA IV looks sooooo nice *lady spasm* i'm currently slogging my way through vice city stories sans cheats (which won't last much longer, i'm getting bored of dying) and can't WAIT for IV. soooo pretty.

completed a 4-hour uphill walking quiz for charidee on saturday and now my bum feels rock hard with muscle. and i won the quiz by using my initiative (NOT CHEATING) and calling baby bro who googled everything for me. it is these creative management skillz that have got me to where i am today :D

birthday is in 11 days, which is also when we fly to caribbean. a big old YAY to that. i will be almost in my mid 30s, woohoo! getting older r0xx0rz my s0ckz0rz.

as listing things was fun in my last post, here's five things i'd like to know about you:
1. your favourite breakfast (mine is a pain au chocolat, milky tea or fresh milky coffee, fresh watered-down OJ and the grauniad newspaper, brought to me in bed by my lovely darling Jez)
2. your favourite brunch/treaty break (mine would be a huge cup of cinnamon/nutmeg/cardamon-spiced hot chocolate or mocha with a couple of cigs, although i'm not smoking at the moment so that's out)
3. your favourite lunch (a salad bar to choose from and a huge jacket potato for me, with a glass of champagne if i could still have it)
4. your favourite dinner (creamy mash-topped fish pie with sprouting broccoli on the side, and something lemony if we're having pudding, perhaps cheesecake)
5. your favourite naughty treat (mine would be a big lovely oaty flapjack or traybake, preferably with a few nuts in OR waitrose's chocolate, cranberry and orange cookies).


Oi, jo, you old moo, EMAIL OR TEXT ME. heesh, some people and their marlene complexes...

top 15 unintentionally funny comic strip panels: so many icon ideas, so little time...

steve jobs launches the 'irack': funny as fuck.

QuitMeter Counter courtesy of www.quitmeter.com.

after saving almost £1400 since april, i relapsed most horribly last month and have had to restart the old quitmeter today.

i've slept most of the day, which has at least cut down on the opportunities to shout at and kill people. i am in a BAD MOOD. flippin new job and all the keeners there are giving up smoking so i've got sucked into it. yay! but BOOOOOO.

going back to bed to sulk. giving up nicotine is HORRIBLE.

i'm afraid of spiders. i wouldn't go so far as to say phobic, but they bring me out in cold sweats. i don't even like to look at pictures of them. but i'm trying to make myself better by making myself be in the same room with a spider, even if it's not allowed near me.

last night there was a spider on the ceiling of the bedroom. well, thinks i, that's ok as long as YOU stay up there and i stay down here. it took me longer to get to sleep as i was keeping an eye on it, but i was ok.

in the morning, spidey had decided to move down onto the wall next to my side of the bed, preparing to come and snuggle. i got out of bed pronto.

spidey followed me downstairs. i was lying on the sofa just now watching scrubs and see a movement out of the corner of my eye - spidey is walking across the pillow a few inches from my cheek. this spider wants to cuddle my face. i know it's the same one as s/he's missing a leg. i shriek a little bit and leap across the room. i didn't try to kill spidey, as i generally don't try to kill things if i can avoid it.

rather bravely (i think), i've used a glass and one of my new men in pants coasters (my secret santa gift) to trap spidey so s/he and i can have a little apart time. this was 30 minutes ago and my heartrate is still higher than usual. YES I'M A WUSS. spidey is in the glass next to me and i can still barely bring myself to look over at her/him.

jez has been assigned to relocating spidey soon as he's out of the bath (if i try, i'm convinced spidey will not drop out of the glass but will instead run up my arm at which point i'll obviously die of fright). i'm such a puss that i've even checked common house spiders can be relocated outside, which is ok according to the internet. a little cruel, but spidey has to learn YOU DON'T TRY TO CUDDLE AMI'S FACE IF YOU HAVE 8 LEGS.

OR 7.

back from holiday, booooooo :(

huge lj friend cull. no offense to anyone but i was beginning to hide from lj in guilt at never making comments to anyone as i simply didn't have time. it'd be a shame to stop using the old girl at all, so i've cut the friends list right back so i stop hiding from it.

so you extra lucky people still on my friends list will get to look at all my holiday photos soon as i've uploaded them. LUCKY YOU.

am definitely moving to the BVIslands, probably tortola. soon as flippin poss. so having started playing the national lottery for the first time ever, as it's online now (far too disorganised to go to a shop every flippin week to buy a ticket) and £4 a month subscription might help us move all the sooner. ya never know.

am dreading going back to work. like, panic-attack-while-still-on-holiday dreading. so i might start looking for something less high-powered. i'm done with being a manager.


ok had better get back to my 9085098340953 loads of holiday laundry.

thanks to everyone, i am indeed feeling better now. it was a combination of a. trying not to smoke, b. a high temperature and c. frustration that i couldn't go for my bandfill.

3 days fag-free after a week's smoking due to a stomach bug. smoking was the only thing that stopped me feeling nauseous. the smoking's been creeping back up since i've been back at work so now i'm back on patches. i've also come up with a cunning plan to keep my hands busy: i'm knitting my friend a scarf for xmas. it's ADDICTIVE. i've even been knitting madly at work today at times when everyone else is off having a smoke. 2 days and i've already knitted a foot-length :D took me awhile to remember it all, plus it's a bit wonky, but it's looking good. i'm even knitting during the drive into work and back (ETA: i'm not driving at the same time. hubby drives).

i've also been making candles for xmas pressies. groovy 70s retro ones, cream with dark/light brown blocks inside that show through when they're lit. just spent half an hour scrubbing all the wax off the kitchen counters but the whole house smells of essential oils and hot wax, lovely. marvellous what you can do with inverted rinsed-out McDs cups you've dug out of the town garbage.

i'm having a patch test for laser treatment on my goatee tomorrow. eek. in preparation, i've let it all grow a bit so going into work with visible facial hair has been a bit of a trial so far. probably not the best time to give up smoking? the first person who comments on it will get a punch in the face. or groin, depending on my mood at the time.

seen a job i'm going to go for - policy officer with the police. lawks, it's the rozzers! huuuuuge payrise though, i'm totally qualified but i should imagine there will be more experienced candidates going for it.

i'm so fat i've just broken our bed. i was lying in bed, turned over and the wooden slats gave way. just tried to fix it with no luck, floods of tears.

i'm ill with a nasty stomach virus so had to cancel a bandfill. my skin's gone insane, i've got proper big acne pimples sprouting in odd places like my arms and my neck and have done for the last month or two. i keep having to wear a scarf and long sleeves, and wear my hair down, to try to hide them all.

bad day today. bad week all round. i'm sick of this body, i hate this body. i feel like it conspires against me constantly. i feel like it hates me.

i'm just so sick of beign this big fat hairy spotty heffer, even £8000 worth of surgery hasn't stopped me from putting on more weight. i can;'t stop crying. like proper big wails and snot crying. i have chest pains, i'm guessing from stress.

just, URGH. bad day today. and it't not pmt this time. booo :/

holy fucking shit:
Indiana to outlaw out-of-wedlock childbirth

i mean, fucking HELL.

my insurance doesn't cover me cancelling the paris trip so i'm going to go round paris on crutches. rah! flying out there tomorrow. wish me bon chance and une flipping fantastique time ^^

yay i'm back, it's raining and i already miss the sun.

not a huge update, turkey was lovely and i'll update properly at some point. just to say that i fell off a boat on my third day, broke my foot and now have a cast up to my knee. not sure i can go to paris at the weekend now. poo!