blogging fast and loose

oh my god so i was sitting in my house today drinking like 203102840 cups of tea and reading about how to deduct your inputs from your franks or some such shit and wishing i had a fucking panadol and maybe eating too much not chicken,

ASIDE: fuck have you ever tried not chicken IT'S TASTIER THAN ACTUAL CHICKEN, and as the dude pointed out to me, we are pretty fucking lucky round these parts because EVERYTHING IN OUR HOUSE IS NOT CHICKEN, WE HAVE A HOUSE MADE OF NOT CHICKEN. rest of you dudes probably have to put up with actual chicken, maybe you even think you're pretty fucking fancy with your 'actual chicken breakfast bar/sofabed/outdoor decking' etc, well guess what brothers, apart from our many not chicken appliances, the dude and me we have an 'actual cow chaise lounge' in our house, yep WHEN VEGANS ARE KING WE WILL BE FIRST AGAINST THE WALL.

....where was i? oh yeah, i was drinking cups of tea, or as i like to call it, "NOT WINE", and doing some serious for shit studying the knowledge like it's nobody's business, like come september I am going to be the official "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST MOST OVERQUALIFIED CUNT ON THE BLOCK", HAH! i will also know quite a lot about big brother season 6, some say too much, but it's all paying off because i have qualified for ANOTHER JOB INTERVIEW;

"WAITS UNTIL EXCITED WHOOPING ETC QUIETENS DOWN"

for a job i sooooooooooooooooooooooooo do not dream of getting. nonetheless have started spending my impending megasalary; i'm definitely the kind of girl to count my notchickens before they're hatched; like WHAT IF THEY DIE IN CHILDBIRTH AND WE DON'T KNOW HOW MANY LITTLE NOTCHICKEN GRAVES TO DIG.

"hee hee"

did i mention my head hurts?

and the word on the street is that (unlike not chicken) "not wine" is not as good as "actual wine", BOO to that shit man.

sorry, again, i know. WHO'S A BAD BLOGGER? (see below)

xoxox nora <--below