Pictures

In the truest style of avoiding a problem rather than fixing it, I’ve found a workaround to post photos. I uploaded a month’s worth of snapshots and wondered, oh my god, what if I lost my phone and some poor bugger snooped through the photo gallery?

A rolling car gathers no grass?

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I was on a work trip last week and found this label on a toilet cistern. I’d like to know: how many ducks fit in a toilet bowl?
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Marketing: fail. Would you?

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My gym has large families of stuffed toys in the change room. I still don’t know why, but I think it’s because they run kids’ martial arts classes and maybe the l’il girls need something to hug after kickboxing the bejesus out of their friends. But if the rocking horse is rocking, don’t bother knocking (I didn’t assemble the animals in that position, by the way).

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Crank-o-meter: momentarily distracted

Dazed and confuzzled

Hi.

I think someone famous said that bad things never happen at a good time, or something along those lines? It’s coming to the quiet, pre-Christmas job market and I’m still a little depresso and flat, and today I got whacked with losing my day job.

May I have some positive thoughts, good karma and all that, please? I’ve never lost a job before and I don’t know when this shock’s going to wear off so I can get moving on something else. Thank you.

Crank-o-meter: watching Melrose Place DVDs until my brain kicks in. That Patrick Muldoon was a hottie. And Jane had awful dress sense for a fashion designer.

The cloud

Hi, I’m still here. Have been down with a rather aggressive case of wonky meantal health the last couple of weeks. Life’s kinda not fun when sleeping less (fewer?) than four hours a night. Even the thought of picking up my dry cleaning seems like a major deployment that I’m not capable of performing. Someone in my mental health buddy group told me not to do anything stupid, and I said that I wasn’t motivated enough to walk in front of a truck, however, if I happened to be in the middle of the road and a truck approached, I probably wouldn’t step out of the way. Humour helps.

Crank-o-meter: need sleep