Disentangled

It's been a jolly nice day in blogland and reality. I've finished my pancake and jam, set my alarm for 4.45am and now I'm off to bed. G'night.

I'm going to have to put the bin out before I get in the shower and warm my feet up.

Bums.

We're indecisive in the offies, me and Glasgow Mate. Wine? Well, what colour... I'm not keen on white; she doesn't like rose; red makes your teeth purple and we're off out dancing... perhaps some posh cider, then?

"We could get some Bloomers!" she enthuses, then wonders why I'm pissing myself laughing by the Bulmers display.

- makes his dating website profile pic one of him clad in chequered pyjamas, curled up apparently asleep with his head on a giant teddy-bear?!?!?

Copdam, this is not entertainment - it's sick, SICK I tells ya!

(And to think I told someone off for looking at motorbike crashes on YouTube last week!)

*shudder*

I think I've seen enough...

I'm no vehicle mechanic. I'm sure there is a valid reason for repeatedly revving your engine without going anywhere, just outside my front door at brunchtime on a Sunday. But FUCKING STOP IT ANYWAY.

That will be all.

My primary 7 teacher was forever dismissing excuses with her foot. As in:

"Thought you were allowed in the gym, my foot!"

Struck me as a helluva funny thing to say. Still does, even armed with the knowledge that it's just a kiddy-friendly version of " - my arse!"

Which reminds me of a (t)wit of the week moment, as I'm puffing on a post-party fag under Occasional Housemate's disapproving gaze:

OH: I see you're smoking again, then

Me: Ach, I'll stop on Monday

OH: Stop, my arse!

Me: Why, what's it going to do?

Anyways. I have a mountain of washing and a molehill of enthusiasm to contend with tomorrow, so I'm off to bed. G'night.

- at lonely people seeking true love with other lonely people via the internet. But poor Gaz700 appears to have an ivy growing from his right lughole in his profile pic, and it is funny.

(There again, what am I doing on the dating site at half past midnight, surrounded by chocolate wrappers? Copdam, this is all your fault!!!)