sheldrake

Well, it seems that the fact of having to pay for the internet per minute because I used up all my pre-paid hours makes absolutely no difference at all to the amount of time I'm willing to spend online. Like, all of it. After all, it's only money, isn't it? I didn't have any anyway. This won't make much difference.

No, I'm not addicted. Could give it up if I wanted. Could. Just don't want to.

Today at work I regressed to the mental level of a twelve-year-old boy, whilst setting a classified ad for the agricultural magazine I work for. Who would have guessed that you can buy a 'cum loading shovel' (in very good condition) for only £3,950? A bargain! Also today, they started to mow the grass ouside my window, which is a shame because it had been quietly turning into a lovely meadow full of wildflowers and things. Sometimes it's like Disney out there, with squirrels and rabbits and birds and things. Now it'll just look like another lawn. Still, on the plus side - sexy gardeners with T-shirts that accidentally ride up when they bend over. And stuff.

Also, while I'm here let me just say this: If you have any idea at all who Neil Hannon and Joby Talbot are (clue: Neil is The Divine Comedy, Joby is his bitch a talented composer type) and the idea of some rather lovely, gentle, contemplative, musical notation-involving slash is not entirely irksome to you, then go and read this little piece of musical wonder, by the_oscar_cat. Go on - she has pictures and everything!

Well... I suppose I'd better go. (Yes, I think you'd better had...)

ETA: it was of course a used cum loading shovel.