merry christmas everyone!

the loos are going on a holiday to tasmania. hopefully i'll be able to upload photos as we go along. but if there is not interwebs where we're going, then i'll see you all again on the 5th of jan. oh! and happy 2008 as well.

in the meantime, read these spiderman comics! you will be paid in rape dollars. link courtesy of stuie.

dad: where'd those peaches come from?
mum: huh?
dad: peaches. on the counter.
mum: oh. i thought you said 'bitches'. i was gonna say 'i gave birth to them' [looks pointedly at us]

iamgoingtosydney!

happy birthday em.i.ko!

dear bedroom philosopher, last night you were painfully unfunny. to most of us at least. but take heart! the man a few picnic rugs down thought you were hi-larious !! we should know, we heard him. because he was the only one who was laughing. maybe you were nervous!

anyway, tripod was great! but they are older and more established and i guess three people writing together get to be more brutal with what's funneh and what's not, as opposed to one guy writing by himself and not really getting any opinions other than his nan's.

o sydney, when will you "get back to me on that" ??

has anyone else noticed that 90% of the people photographed on the sartorialist are just so amazingly good-looking to begin with that they would make a hessian sack look haute, while the other 10% are so bad/quirky/bright/mismatched/charming that they're good.

i must not read blogs at work. i must not check facebook at work. i must not update my blog at work. oops.

i only checked my facebook once today. once! how good am i ?!?! getting better

aheeeeeeeee! if i ever get married, this'll be the type of first dance i'd want

lynne: can i ask a question?
mum: go ahead, there's no such thing as a stupid question. the person might be but the questions are not.

the holiday is back on!

today i killed three, count 'em three cockroaches. not quite the flying type, these are the big black flat ugly aussie types. all the same, it's a first for someone who's usually runs away screaming when she sees a cockroach.

that's right bitchez, i'm badass.