Technical Noob

For the record.

I dont know how to get rid of the sexy Freddie Ljungberg at the bottom of my blogs.

He'd been there for a good couple of months now.
I still dont know how to take him off.

Tried going back to where I originally uploaded him but I cant seem to find the button that allows you to take him off and have no picture - cant deselect.

Any suggestions? lol

P.S The current Freddie pic was my ex-myspace layout image until someone reported me and had my entire profile wiped out. Bitches. That's art.

Gone

Success!

My dad was right.

EVERYTHING IS GONE.

(and it took less than 24hrs)

Free Stuff

I came home from work today to find my parents cleaning my side yard because to my knowledge, I think we're getting more concrete. (Slowly turning wog and eliminating the grass)

Outside my front gate was a dodgy chair, a pink table and a cage thing that my dad use to catch pigeons with.

I asked my dad why our stuff was simply sitting on the front yard (littering) and this was his response...

"We dont need it anymore, someone will take it"

A couple of hours later after coming back from safeway at 9:30pm...
The pink table was gone and the cage had been dragged 1/2 way up the pathway.

Yard/garage sales are sooooo last season.

Feeling Dumbed Down

I like reading other people's blogs.
Some may argue that it's part of the stalking regime that we've (friends and I) have developed in conjunction with the lovely help of facebook.

After reading several blogs and checking out music and interesting reviews that other people post it leaves me kinda empty.

And then jealousy sets in.

There was once a time where I loved to write, about anything.
Now I feel that I lack the eloquence, the charisma that they write with.

(Insert sad face here)

Inked

I want to get a tattoo. Most likely for my 21st.
I already know where I want it.
Now I just have to find a design that I like enough to have on my body permanently.

With a morbid fear of needles. Im bracing myself already.

Here are examples of shit I DONT want...

OR

Google this shit. Some people are sooo stupid.

Smashed Nose

Last night.

I smashed a wall in the dark with my face.
By the time my hand had reached for the light switch my nose & the wall had become acquainted.

To be technical, it was the wooden door frame where my light switch is and if you've been to my house then Im pretty sure you can visualise the wooden door frames. I think that's worse than the wall and I use the word smash because it wasn't a simple walk-into-the-wall situation.

In a nutshell: my mother and I were having a heated argument on how I take care of her insurance paperwork and in a fit of anger and frustration I decided to walk angrily to my bedroom in the dark to get the rest of the paperwork and to blow off some fumes.

So I rushed off and you'd think for someone who'd lived in this house for 99% of her life that she'd know where to walk.
Well I did know where to walk. I just walked too far to the right. In the dark.

And then there was this MASSSIIVVVEEE SMASH NOISE. Like someone had tipped over a massive bookcase.

Immediately along with the splitting headache there was also blood everywhere, massive tears streaming down my eyes and me screaming something along the lines of "FFFUUCCCKKKK!!! and MMUUUMMMM!!". And like my fb status had indicated, yes I was at that point and for a good 30mins afterwards bleeding from my two nostrils simultaneously.

So instead of letting me reduce the swelling with frozen peas. My mum kept putting some soothing cream on my nose thats used for the treatment of sunburn, itches, blisters etc. It did nothing for my squashed nose but it made her feel better because it was going to heal my non existent open wound.

This morning.
I woke up.
Looked in the mirror.

And my nose was fkn TWO TIMES its normal size.

I had work at 9am.

FML x infinity