2005-01-10

I've become incredibly water conscious...
Drinking 2-3 litres of the stuff a day is not as hard as I thought it might be, but everytime I take a sip I'm thinking about those poor folks with no access to clean water. I felt guilty boiling the kettle the other day. If only there was some way to take bits of Antarctica and melt it down and send it over (not all at once, that was the problem to start with). And now Europe is flooding. Chrikey, water water everywhere and still my tomatoes are drying up.

Cocktail night on Friday, a thanks and goodbye party for a friend. Horribly drunk, mixing up noxious concoctions, playing handsies and other things. Heaven is not the back seat of a Barina I discovered. But it can get pretty close.

I feel as if I have to censor just in case. It's all a matter of too much information in the wrong hands. Perhaps its time for an identity crisis. Crap, now I'm talking like a Joss Whedon character. Did I mention how much I love Firefly?

A kiss goodnight to my little Malteser.

bitch - moan