my new favourite cooking show is nigella bites. it’s got all the hip british phraseology of the naked chef without that bloody wiggly camera work. plus, no matter how cute jamie oliver is, he’s a bit of a freak and his ADD mannerisms get old really quick. now, nigella… i want her for a roommate, not only because her pantry & freezer are stuffed with culinary goodness, but because she just seems down-to-earth and real.
if you’re as much of a cooking show freak as i am, you’ll love her. i guarantee it!
i’m harbouring a net.crush. no, i’m not going to tell you who it’s on.
i was so eager to get back to work after my sick-day that i arrived forty-five minutes early and didn’t spend any of that time surfing online. i got right to work. i’m still working, two hours later. and it looks like i’ll be working all day! imagine, working all day long. i can’t. it makes me dizzy. oh, wait, maybe that’s my cold meds. ah-ha! cold medication makes me productive! no wonder they have the closed air circulation system in this building. the sicker we are, the more cold meds we’ll take and the more work we’ll get done in our drug-induced fogs. i’ve got their number, yes i do. can’t pull the wool over my eyes!
in other news, my hair is super ringlety today and everyone’s commenting on how adorable i am. yay me!
i stayed home from work today. who wants to come keep me company and help me do laundry?
fuck fuck fuck! www.we-host.com suck donkey dick! i’m so mad at them, i could spit. anyway, just to warn you, things are going to be a bit bumpy around here for the next week while i try to cancel my account with that donkey-dicked hosting company. as before, you can always find the most current version here. otherwise, my apologies for the debris.
i fondly recall when breathing wasn’t such a novelty.
ooh… i just got invited to a housewarming this friday by one of the cool kids at work. i should go, just to socially rub shoulders with more of the cool kids from work. i probably won’t though. i’m hoping i’ll be going to the new pub with my friends instead. besides, this guy’s house is in surrey. surrey sucks. ask jason.
other than the getting ill, it was a fairly decent weekend. mom & i watched movies (memento, meet the parents, and x-men), went shopping, visited relatives and ate junk food. i spent too much money both on her and myself. i ended up getting two new long-sleeved shirts for fall, a pair of purple-plaid pajama pants and the neatest jacket i’ve ever owned — it’s red with racing stripes!
yesterday, being her birthday, i ran into her room, jumped on the bed and sang ‘happy birthday’ as badly as i could to wake her up. then i made her an omelette, changed the headlight in her car and then did some routine maintenance to her computer. it’s a good thing she’s easily pleased by these small token gestures.
i’b god a code im by node. i’m hoping the reason i talked to the six pylons which were in the elevator this morning was due to the dayquil i took this morning and not because i’m starting to prefer inanimate objects to chat with. although, i’d really like it if people would stop fucking bugging me this morning. i’m sick, people! leave me alone!!
oh, how i wish i had an office door i could close.
i don’t feel even the least bit guilty that i’m spending the last hour of my workday playing project 156. besides, it’s just a matter of time before the network crashes thanks to nimda. i’d ony frustrate myself if i was in the middle of actual work when it crashed.
if i started a mailing list, would you join?
oooh! we just got muffins! i bet you don’t have muffins. neener-neener!
i’m going away this weekend. i’m going to visit my mom. it’s her birthday on sunday. it’s going to be the “all mom, all the time” weekend. the only thing i’m insisting on is our watching memento. other than that, whatever she wants, she gets. aren’t i the best kid in the world?
i’m cranky. i’m pissed that people are dumping work on me left, right and centre. it’s all VERY IMPORTANT and they NEED IT ASAP. the work doesn’t bother me. what does is that most of the RUSH could have been avoided if THEY had been more ORGANIZED and didn’t fucking PROCRASTINATE. salad tossers.
so, i’ve downloaded some techno/ambient/i-don’t-know-the-cool-name-for-it music and i’ve got that looping in the background. i really hope it helps to distract my murderous urges. it would just be so *satisfying* to bludgeon kerry with her fucking budget book…
the internet is boring.
this happens to me every few months. it’s an odd cycle. i hit a slump and nothing online interests me. it’s usually preceeded by a steep curtailment of interaction with the people i’m closest to. then, somehow, that lack of conversation, and the patina of blah which accompanies it, starts to colour the medium through which that conversation is made.
either that or the rest of the world decided to be boring all at the same time.
*muttering under breath: i love my job. i love my job. i love my job. i love my job.*
i’m so bloody impressed i remembered the thursday morning mpeg this week. well, i didn’t really remember it last night when i should have picked a song and put it on the server. i remembered this morning and then had to scrounge around for something to share with you. regardless, i remembered and found something i hope you’ll like:
“Everyday Down” by Joan Jones
this was recommended to me by a special friend. i hope you enjoy it as much as we both do.
sometimes… farts smell good.
they were damn fine sandwiches, by the way. *licks lips*
i feel anti-social today… kind of. i don’t want to be around physical people. but i do want to be in contact with computer people. the former is probably because i feel particularily ugly today. i didn’t go out for lunch with the “book club” due to my reclusive penchant even though i had a few things to say about that stupid book we read. finances were my official excuse. i think they bought it.
ugh. i just don’t feel like i make any sense today. my words feel awkward and clunky, as if i’m trying to fit them into places they were never meant to. it’s a horribly frustrating sensation because behind that is the impression that i have something important to say, yet i’m impaired from releasing it. i just want to scream!
i just want to go home and eat a turkey & roasted red pepper sandwich. is that too much to ask?