June 7 Mmmmm, daytime recoveries. So much fun they should be illegal, and in fact, half the fun of them is. Girls went ‘woooooo!’ when I took my top off.

June 1. I’m trying to decide whether I should fix my car, or buy the upgrade to Director 6.5. It’s a tough decision, but I guess 6.5 doesn’t come with the ability to avoid public transport on cold wet nights.

May 31. On the way home I noticed that the Sunday Age had ‘Ginger leaves the Spice Girls’ as its banner.

May 19. Budget Day. Not much I can say. But I did like this quote from the Australian online:
[Some chick] said she would “rather give birth again” than have to look for another childcare centre in the current climate.
The Federal Government’s cuts to childcare facilities was “an unspoken policy of keeping women at home”, she said. “Why doesn’t the Government say ‘We have a policy of keeping women at home’? It reduces unemployment and it looks better for our figures.”

May 14. Things I hate today:
People who use Java for animations. That’s like using every pot and pan in the house to make a toasted cheese sandwich – it takes a lot longer, uses unecessary resources, and the end result is the same. Except, I guess, if you make a toasted cheese sandwich like that, it’s not likely to crash someone’s browser or computer.

It’s two days later, and today is ‘I hate all the psycho insane people in my life’ day. And dumb scubbers who scream inanities like, “But Kelly I *am* a designer” at each other. But I digress – the people I hate include those fond of analysing the motives of others as they relate to themselves – late for an appointment? It’s not because you slept in, it’s because you have a deeply hidden resentment towards having to be there. Well, suck my clit!! I also hate with an absolute *passion* people who tell me to go to the doctor’s for my cough when their logic is, and I quote, “Because the sound of it is irritating me”.

I watched BayWatch last night for the first time, and let me tell you, it *sucks* (but in this case I wouldn’t want it anywhere near my clit) – apart from the fact that it’s just plain badly made, badly acted television, it’s regressive to the nth degree – little Pammy swims out after wet victims a lot, but the boys are the ones who save them – if she’s lucky Pammy gets to hold onto the victim’s finger while the boy rescuer carries the body to the surface. Not to mention the Christian values. And the worst thing is that Pammy’s tits aren’t even that great – I’d be asking for my money back, and I’d use it to buy some lip-liner that matches my lipstick.

Otherwise known as
Leck meine Klit! Suce-moi mon clito! Succhiami il clitoride! Cucej mi klitoris!
I’m Mia, I hate everything today… otherwise I like death, destruction, huge spontaneous fireballs (especially ones that engulf those I hate), and fluffy pink bunny rabbits.