sour times

Black moods aboundeth. Here is why:

• Big ass cars being driven by inept tossers who can’t decide what lane they would like to be in and when they finally do decide, proceed to cut you off and then take up two parking spaces.
• Just Letting – Come on guys, what’s with the monopoly? Your website is fine, you don’t need to hog ‘Gumtree’ and ‘Private Property’ too. Give other people a chance – I just may not want to rent through you.
• Eddie! Come back to work! I know you’re still recovering and stuff but I suck at doing your job, my surfing time has been cut in half and I miss you on Fridays.
• A certain higher education institution run by such bungling, short-sighted idiots that the husband is severely stressed and not himself at all..
• Kennel cough virus thingy that has made my wooly little boy cough and have to go on a course of anti-biotics.
• MANNERS! No need for charm school or silver service just ‘please’ and ‘thank-you’ – manners are good to have and if you don’t have any, well, I spit on you!
• My self-inflicted daily lunch of muesli, pumpkin seeds and fat free yoghurt. It tastes like the wood shavings BUT it aint gonna make me fat and I’m so so so sick about worrying about getting fat. I just want to slap myself.

In fact I’ll do that right now and promise myself to whine less when I blog!