As you will note from the picture above, that if you click on it to get an larger picture, hopefully you won't have to cursor around the screen to see it all. You see I was advised/nagged at by a friend of mine that when opening pictures to a fuller size, it was too big for the average computer screen, so I apologise, and from now on we endeavour to make the pixels of the larger pictures 800 x 600.
Are we happy now?
Sorry I'm in a funny kind of mood, not a bad one, just lots on my mind today, not really work related, more life related I guess. Anyway enough of me blabbing on.
So the whole reality tv situation is really getting out of hand. First of all I can't believe I just said that, being an obssessive reality tv watcher myself, but yes it's true. Secondly making a program call Man or Beast (I think, not too sure) where for instance bringing in a bunch of dwarfs, sorry that's not p.c., it's "little people" to pull a small aircraft, against an elephant is kind of sick don't you think? Oh yeah by the way the elephant won.
There's also another reality show called "makeover" something or other where a bunch of either really ugly, fat, deformed, or whatever weird freaking fucking people there are, all vie to try and get the top prize of a full makeover which could include plastic surgery, liposuction, anything that will transform them into a beautiful person.
I mean come on people, what the fuck is going on here?
So the vial of bubonic plague was retrieved from the thieves in Lubbock, Texas? Am I right or was I dreaming that whole thing? Can you imagine, running around streets with a thimble of bubonic plague, hey you could try and hold up a bank? Can you imagine?...."hey give me all your money, or I'll plague you???, it's too funny man.
Oh yeah if my pal David from the gym is reading this, then hi honey, and get your ass moving, you've gotta be looking good in L.A. boyo!!
OK I should get on, I have lots of work to do, then I have to food shop for Ilene's birthday celebrations this evening, which include all of her girly girls coming over, plus my husband, Kiwi Boy AND Buddy Weiser, who I know will scare all of the girls, but that's the fun part. God I hope Kiwi Boy remembers what he's supposed to bring? Yes THIS IS a message, right to you KIWI BOY, don't forget what your supposed to bring, or I'll fucking brain you.
Later.....
