Typo of the day

"How the Welsh economy has been restructured following the closure of coal moaning."

Whinge, whinge, whinge. You want to complain about mining? Then feel my wrathe and STAAAAAARVE.

Don't wannas

I have a classic case of same, which is bad, because I have so much damn work to do. I just don't even know where to begin. I might begin by going home and hiding under the duvet. But that also requires effort and motivation and I really don't wanna.

Dear Spammer

Farmville cheats? Really? You're spamming me with Farmville cheats?

Or are there elaborate virusses hidden inside the cheat to get more eggs? Grow more aubergines? Milk more cows?

Farmville cheats.

Saddo.

Love,

Liz

Tragic obsessions

I consider myself an intelligent woman, but combine big ships with naval hotties in camouflage and an unrequited love situation, and I am immediately obsessed.

It's a good thing the hey day of the Internet hadn't QUITE hit when I was in the deepest part of my Voyager obsession - between the fanfic and the fansites and the forums associated with this programme which I will not name, I am never going to leave the house again.

Tragic.

Welcomes

Welcomewelcomewelcome and
warmhandswarmhands
warmarms extend.
Lifted over the threshold by the elbows,
pulled forward by the waist.
Into the pool of light and the joy of a loaded table,
a conversation in
shorthand.

Red-rimmed glasses, gossip, secrets, and
philosophies, re-lost and re-found in the platter and
the fork discarded on the floor.
Met minds
coughed into napkins
soaked into damask
spreading
in wide pools.

Dissected by the carving
knife.
Drowned in the
decanter.
Turned out into
saucers and:

Remade.

Has the curse of the evil housemates finally been lifted?

My housemates have been making garlic bread. I now have a massive craving and will have to go to the shop round the corner and secure some. They have also been having enthusiastic sex all day, but that has thankfully not generated any cravings.
 
My streak of bad luck where housemates are concerned appears to have been broken. The couple I'm sharing with are really nice, friendly, and like to watch over my shoulder as I cook things. We even lend books and DVDs back and forth. It's a nice change.

My new vocation

Why do I have to go to work tomorrow? I feel strongly that my time would be better served sitting at home and watching episodes of Sea Patrol for the umpteenth time. There has to be some money in that? Somehow?

Ponderings

I never crave company in winter, when it seems like company would be more valuable.

But when the sun is shining like it was today, I feel like going out and hunting down my friends. Or maybe it's just a craving to do something else, rather than doing something with someone else i.e. not me.