Message for Ms Anners Scribonia

Anners, as I type this it is early Monday morning your time.  I hope that you have had a restful sleep and that you are not troubled by the thought of going back to school again.
I know that this is what you have been wanting for a long time.  I know this further education will [...]

Six Degrees of Separation

Or the six degrees of Kevin Bacon, whichever you prefer.  Either way I’m separated from famous people by waaaaay more than six degrees.
Except for these two.

Can someone explain this to me please?

There must be a conspiracy by swimwear designers.  Right?
Why else do I fit into clothes (undies, jeans etc) in one size but my swimmers are 2 sizes bigger?
I am now the proud owner of 4 new swimsuits (all of them bikinis).  This cruise had better be worth it.

You can’t deny the truth Miranduuhhhhh Cur

Imagine this if you will.
Joders is walking down the street, minding her own beeswax, enjoying the fresh air when suddenly she hears a familiar voice.
Stunned, Joders manages to pull out her trusty digital camera and surreptitiously begins taking photos, hoping that she will look like a tourist, hoping that she will not have her camera confiscated.  The [...]

Coming Soon to Inanity

All the proof you’ll ever need of the dingHo’s dirty little habit.

Here We Go Again – Hiding Whorely (18)

Joders and Whorelando are only 10 minutes down the road from his house when his cell phone begins ringing.  Out of the corner of her eye, Joders sees the caller id.  Buttaflie.
Whorely:  I’m not answering it.
Joders:  Probably a good idea.  Let it go to voicemail, then we’ll listen to it and see just how cranky [...]

Here We Go Again – Saving Whorely Part 1 (17)

As it transpires, Whorely’s house isn’t too far away from where Joders already is.  Not even a mile.
By the time she’s managed to get him into the passenger seat of her gleaming black Lexus and get his seat belt on, he’s nodded off to sleep.  So much for the movie star persona.  Real life Whorelando [...]

Miranda and Jay – two peas in a pod (and the DT sort of kisses arse again)

Possibly my favourite page in the Daily Telegraph is the Sydney Confidential double page spread.  If the paper gets delivered before I leave for work I like to turn to Sydney Confidential to see if they’re kissing the dingHo’s arse again.
They were on a roll for a bit.  She was like the proverbial golden child.  [...]

Happy Birthday Whorely (even though I don’t necessarily think you deserve it, but since I’m a sweet girl with good manners, it’s the right thing to do to send you best wishes)

So.  Whorelando.  It’s your birthday.  Well, it’s almost over down here.  But I’m assuming you’re somewhere in the Northern Hemisphere.  At least I think you are.  I’m fairly certain that I would know if you were gallivanting around down under.  SHE would make sure of that.  Oh sorry, you wouldn’t be in Oz, would you?  [...]

Yet more bletherings

If I hear Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon one more time, I’m going to set someone on fire. 
Same goes for that bloody Nickelback song Gotta Be Somebody.  For phucks sake, let the silly bastard meet someone so he can stop bloody well singing.
And every time I hear All Your Reasons by Matchbox 20 I [...]