I'm not actually feeling unhappy, I'm glowing from the combination of a lovely compliment and a Giant Unmentionable Crush. Shallow be my name.
Of paramount importance: it is merely one month today that I cease to be 33. That's good. Very good. And on this day, Woolworths start their closing down sale. That's this day, not that day.
Note to self: do not go to Woolies. It won't be fun.

Except...there's still the ones I have to make, which is why I'm celebrating the small amount of money just parted with. I haven't got anyone anything much, I've got a pile of stuff that could theoretically be assembled into gifts. I should probably make them, so I can establish they're unacceptable, sob over them, and buy something else. Or, go for something totally different and give everyone a sandwich for Christmas. I would cut it into a star, it would be festive. And unique. I think I'm onto something here. The Christmas Sandwich Co, motto: there's no b in television. Keep up, keep up, it's all coming together beautifully.
I think I'm overexcited again, this is a sort of boingy blog. Gingerbread cookie anyone? Oh you're asleep. Oh. Right. It's 2am. It's 2am? Oh.
Random thought: I remembered something else I liked from TV this year.
That Pushing Daisies thing. I liked that. It was smile inducing.
3 comments:
Hey up
that word:
f e s t i v e
it looks like you stole it from Sam. I hope you are only borrowing them coloured letters or she'll be round n askin for em back.
she has a right temper on her, I've heard so you better watch out, innit?
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
RRRAAAAARRGGGHHHH <--thats me and my temper...
haha, I will let it slide - the imitation. After all, the word stolen is 'festive', which pretty much means I can get mad as it TIS THE SEASON! :P
oh no.. christmas shopping.. i knew I had forgotten something... crud!
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