Spacial Awareness Failure. (A.K.A SAF)

She shoulder barges a lamp post.

The friend turns around and jokingly shouts at the post, "Watch where you're going!"

She sees another lamp post approach.
She says, "I've got my eye on you."

The pair dissolve into hysterical fits of laughter and tears.

Classic case of SAF.

The tale of the orange juice that never was.

There is a sister on my bed,
she's pretending to be dead,
she's acting like she is sad,
but in fact she's really mad,
she just wants some juice,
but no-one will let her loose
in the kitchen.

THUNDER

Damn my thighs.

Thighs: 2
Jeans: 0

Per toccare il soffitto con il dito dovete saltare molto in alto.

Italian word of the day:

saltare

to jump

The Waiting Game

It's a Wednesday.

I'm still in bed.

I'm fully awake.

And I'm waiting.

Until it is midnight.

Which is about in 12 hours.

Because by then. By then. I'm hoping that my results will be online. Ready for the viewing. Three years and I suppose in a way it boils down to this. So let's see how that goes.

So here I am. Waiting.

Ode to Toto

Where for art thou dear Toto?
Your matted fur has been missed.

You were mine
only briefly,
before Mother had an idea.

Where for art thou
dear Toto?

Taken by a choice that wasn't mine.
You could be lying in a dumpster.
You were a fantastic toy.

Oh dear Toto.

Mother
what have you done?

You're about to send this email without a subject line.

Something I particularly enjoy is naming emails. I probably enjoy thinking of a subject header more than I should. I think a good header should comprise of mystery (wetting the recipients appetite) yet still somehow relate to the content of the email that you have slaved over.

So below are the some of the fruits of my previous labours, from real emails, that I have lovingly sent.

  1.  A baby's bottom.
  2.  Step aside Lady Gaga, we have a new winner of weird entrances.
  3.  Call me Judy.
  4.  Ball o' Net.
  5.  Cabbages and raincoats.
  6.  Too much too soon, and who knew?!
  7.  That poor moose.
  8.  "Your feet smell like death." "That's because they are bleeding to it."
  9.  Mountain dweller calling.
10.  A PLAGUE ON YOUR HOUSES!
11.  Like one of your French girls.
12.  This is Roy.
13.  Chlochlo you just cray cray for Jojo.
14.  Snot and secrets.
15.  At last, an open window!!
16.  Thee, thy, thou.
17.  What a fine figure you have.
18.  Country of bread.
19.  Lions, Alps and Rabot.
20.  You are a BEAR.

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