I received an email from you today containing my daily horoscope. In case you've forgotten what you sent me, let me refresh your memory:
A phone call from a romantic partner could lead to an intimate get-together, and this encounter is likely to prove highly gratifying emotionally and bring you closer together. Passionate poetry and sexy novels could be especially appealing to you right now. If you're into writing, you could channel your own rush of sensuality into producing results today that are so well thought out they surprise even you. Grab the next pen and get started!
HA!
HA! I say.
I don't have a romantic partner Astrocenter.com... and sending me daily horoscopes like this just make me feel like a washed-up Bridget Jones type who never has any luck with men and is doomed to spend her days alone.
Thanks very much. I really appreciate it.
*takes another swig from the vodka bottle*
*turns up Chaka Khan on the stereo*
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Sooooo, what's news...
Britney & Kevin had a baby boy. Let's hope she dresses the little tyke better than she dresses that pooch of hers. Ummm - I was actually referring to Bit Bit, not Kevin. But its pretty much the same thing.
Kate Moss has been snapped snorting five lines of coke in her boyfriend's recording studio. You go girl. If I had your money and my boyfriend made sh*t music that he made me listen to I'd probably be doing the same. And good on you for sharing it around... at least you're generous.
Renee & Kenny have broken up after only 5 months of marriage. I didn't like him in the first place (that hat always covered his eyes... shifty), but I'm still gutted. I thought she'd finally broken the Bridget Jones curse - she was my last hope that true love was possible!
Let's go drink a bottle of vodka and eat twenty bags of minstrels Renee... my treat.
All Sydneysiders (well, a fair few) are gripped with football fever. The Swans take on St Kilda tonight at the MGC. Its a hard one to call. I'm torn between not wanting the Swans to win (because Sydneysiders don't deserve to have a team playing in a grand final until they stop looking at me with blank faces when I try and explain a rule to them) and wanting them to win because it would be so much fun to have two non-Victorian teams playing in a grand final. Its hurting.
I really need to work out where my allegiances lie in this country... hell, in this world. I don't really call any particular place my home. I sometimes don't even think of myself as Australian. Especially when our PM does what he does. Its a constant quandry for me... I was born in South Australia to Victorian parents, grew up between the two states, then lived in the US & England for a number of years before moving to NSW 6 years ago. And I doubt I'll be staying here forever... I could be off again sooner than I think. Maybe they could create an "International Citizen" passport for me (and others who also feel somewhat displaced).
Anyhooo... to end the weekend, here's a fun time waster which was sent to me a little bit ago:
Go to Google and type in the following phrase (with quotes):
"miserable failure"
Then click on the I'm Feeling Lucky button...
Someone obviously has a sense of humour. As much as I despise our PM, I despise that bloke even more.
Happy weekend all!
I'm going back to my vodka...
I don't have a drinking problem. Really.
xox
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