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Things I have learned today:
Mar. 7th, 2007 04:18 pmI am still needle-phobic. Turns out Labour didn't cure me at all.
Town is horrible when the schools kick out. Actually, I already knew that. Teenagers are crap.
Apparently, it's 1992 again, as the Body Shop had a massive poster for White Musk in the window. You'd better hope and pray that you find a way back to your o-hown world...
Pushing a buggy with one hand while drinking a latte with the other may feel very grown up, but it's bloody hard to do without crashing into hoardes of emo kids (see point 2)
The word 'jam' amuses me no end, especially when using and re-using it in Lynda/Colin dialogue.
I still have pregna-rage when it comes to cars. Three examples today -
1st, when driving to hospital for my Glucose Tolerance test, about which I wasn't in the best mood since I have to go in for it at Stupid o'Clock on a brekkie of naught save council pop in order to become a human pin cushion - attempting to turn around on a street with a daycare centre on it at 8am is pretty much impossible. Had centimetres to spare while trying to negotiate that School Run Classic - the enormous Volvo badly and illegally parked on double yellow lines.
2nd, when returning from said needley Hell my way was blocked by what can only be described as a fuckin' goober just stopped on a mini roundabout. Instead of getting out of the way the silly twonk waved me on to overtake him even though there was traffic coming the other way, leaving me similarly stranded. Then he waved me on again, causing me to narrowly miss a reversing lorry. Yeah, cheers. Cunt.
3rd, a car with two smoking chavettes, to whom the law obviously didn't apply, driving their car down the busy, pedestrianised High Street. Passed by me in a part of the street that's being dug up and so was as wide as a one-way street, and so were having to go at about 3mph since the High Street was full of people shopping... you know, what it's there for. Passenger chavette actually had the nerve to say loudly and acusatorally 'I wish people would get out of our way'. Well who'd have thunk a pedestrainised shopping district would have so many shopping pedestrians on it? Twats, twats, all of 'em twats.
Right. I've got a nappy to change.
Town is horrible when the schools kick out. Actually, I already knew that. Teenagers are crap.
Apparently, it's 1992 again, as the Body Shop had a massive poster for White Musk in the window. You'd better hope and pray that you find a way back to your o-hown world...
Pushing a buggy with one hand while drinking a latte with the other may feel very grown up, but it's bloody hard to do without crashing into hoardes of emo kids (see point 2)
The word 'jam' amuses me no end, especially when using and re-using it in Lynda/Colin dialogue.
I still have pregna-rage when it comes to cars. Three examples today -
1st, when driving to hospital for my Glucose Tolerance test, about which I wasn't in the best mood since I have to go in for it at Stupid o'Clock on a brekkie of naught save council pop in order to become a human pin cushion - attempting to turn around on a street with a daycare centre on it at 8am is pretty much impossible. Had centimetres to spare while trying to negotiate that School Run Classic - the enormous Volvo badly and illegally parked on double yellow lines.
2nd, when returning from said needley Hell my way was blocked by what can only be described as a fuckin' goober just stopped on a mini roundabout. Instead of getting out of the way the silly twonk waved me on to overtake him even though there was traffic coming the other way, leaving me similarly stranded. Then he waved me on again, causing me to narrowly miss a reversing lorry. Yeah, cheers. Cunt.
3rd, a car with two smoking chavettes, to whom the law obviously didn't apply, driving their car down the busy, pedestrianised High Street. Passed by me in a part of the street that's being dug up and so was as wide as a one-way street, and so were having to go at about 3mph since the High Street was full of people shopping... you know, what it's there for. Passenger chavette actually had the nerve to say loudly and acusatorally 'I wish people would get out of our way'. Well who'd have thunk a pedestrainised shopping district would have so many shopping pedestrians on it? Twats, twats, all of 'em twats.
Right. I've got a nappy to change.
