Suzie Shooter

Being unable to use the interwebs didn't stop the running commentary in my head, so I kept a diary. Um, no offence intended to any genuine teetotallers or vegetablists on my flist (seriously, how do you do it?), in what is, essentially, a week long rant...

( I want something's flesh )

Or, a post in which everything in my bag gets covered in dairy product.

( crying over spilt milk )

Give a man a fish, and he'll feed himself for a day.
Give a woman a drum in a meditation class, and she'll promptly lose all co-ordination whatsoever.

( cut for weirdy-goings on )

~

Weather: Raining. We were promised snow, dammit.