Balancing Act

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	6.9
Mind:	8
Body:	7.3
Spirit:	6.4
Friends/Family:	5
Love:	6.9
Finance:	5.8
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I may write something real tomorrow.

[via The Flat Atom Society.]

At least I'm not Yellow Bastard

You scored as Nancy. You are Nancy. You are well liked and a genuinely kind person. If someone helps you out, you will never forget it and will always be grateful. You are strong and able to form lasting attachments to others. Though you may have had hard times in your life, you continue to persevere. Congrats. Dwight 58% Nancy 58% Hartigan 53% Shellie 50% Becky 45% Jackie Boy 38% Marv 38% Gail 35% Yellow bastard. 10% Which Sin City character are you (new version)? created with QuizFarm.com

cvs update -A never

"CVS is so last millennium. Not even the fat goth chicks use it to version-control their sadness any more."

Bed and Breakfast

Whilst looking for double duvet sets on Amazon it thought that I might want to buy Shaven Angels 2 by Peter Lorenz.

I suppose they may go together.

Show me the Money

I'm hardly going to be buying that mansion in the country.

My blog is worth $2,822.70.
How much is your blog worth?

Stalkers?

I seem to be getting a lot of hits from work.

Since there's only one ip for the gateway I can't tell who you are. Own up dammit.

UPDATE: Hi to Jayne, Kevin, Marie, and Kate who I know are watching but never comment.

Driving Home for Christmas

Continue on Dun Laoghaire-Holyhead - go 59 mi

It looks like I need to get a Jesus attachment for my car.

L-plated no more

As of Monday the 4th of October, I am no longer called Maureen. On the fifth attempt I've finally passed my driving test and am legally able to vroom on my own.

I didn't create the best atmosphere in which to take it, however. I arrived at work at 9am to find that my Micra had some water in its left headlamp, making it look as it it spent the whole weekend crying. After trying to prise the lens off and realising that it wasn't going to happen I called several garages in Cambridge to find out nothing can be done. I decided to say a rosary and, if the subject came up, to tell the tester that my car was only nervous.

Next on the list was to renew my tax disc so once Panda arrived we went to Bar Hill (via the dreaded Girton Interchange) as there was a post office there which did tax shennanigans. Unfortunately someone stole the post office. Cue some almost bub bubbing from a very stressed Damo.

Finally there was a post office in Longstanton which fixed me up. I had a quick fag and felt better.

Then test time.

I thought I fouled up the reverse bay park again so I drove as if I'd failed and spent more time thinking about booking the next one. When I heard the words, "I'm please to say you've passed." I had to ask three times if he was telling the truth.

Spider Monkeys

Looks like Spider Monkey has join the community of people who think their opinions are recognised more than they really are.

I shall call around an hit him with a wet fish. Repeatedly.