Test Post From BlogDesk

In order to save me some time when blogging, I downloaded this cool little app thingie. I will now upload an image of utter seriousness to see if this thing works, as well as tag this post in a few random categories. I’d appreciate your feedback of my awesomeness soonest.

Cats are being picked up on Sunday, btw. Awwwww. I’m going to be so bleak without the little shits.

Also, I have 4 up-coming late nights and I’m shitting meself. I’m old(ish) you know… I can’t be doing these things anymore.

Okay. ‘Till later. Luff you.

Kill me now, I’m a psychobitch.

So.  It’s that stage of a dating relationshit where you’re not sure of when you should or shouldn’t ask someone to stay over.

In being completely honest, this is pretty much the first time I’ve been with someone who hasn’t tried to feel my boobs from the first minute.  And apparently he is a boob man.  I found this out whilst IMing him.  No, he’s not a geek, he just likes playing poker online.  He’s someone who doesn’t even know my blog exists and if he did I would actually die, which is strange as most of the people in my life know about my blog.  He has no idea what sort of mad person I am yet, although in movies (whilst holding hands) he whispers to me “please could you stop bluetoothing ‘you suck’ ringtones to the black dude behind us, I’m a little nervous – he’s kinda big” and also let me drive today, so I’m sure that he’s getting a fair idea.

Win free stuff for le bedroom/bathroom/office – whichever you prefer, really.

Dear young (whisper: and sexy) Chris from iMod has been receiving a bit of flack on muti for his blog recently. Something about it not being geeky enough to earn Tech Blog 2008 award.  I say pooh to that! I am a lurker usually, I enjoy his writing and he’s informative and random, my two favourite things in a blogger. 

Whilst stalking reading Chris yesterday, I then noticed that he’s opened up a compo to bloggers of a rather, personal nature and I thought “well, why the hell not – let me be the first chickie brave enough to enter”. Because hey, if I was a guy I would totally be okay with everyone knowing I was sometimes a wanker, so why be coy just for the reason of being female? 

Wanna know whats in my handbag?

As promised to my annoying friend whom I love dearly, have a look at what I keep in my bag on a day to day basis. The only thing that is missing is my yellow toothbrush, which I realised, only after the photos were taken,was left in the back zip:

The top of my leather bag. I’m not a handbag person, actually – so I have one large, leather one that goes with everything, and more importantly – holds everything.

My polka dotted make up bag, complete with lipstick, mascara (the one with the eyelash comb), eyeliner and lipgloss. I never wear base or foundation, so thats all I really need.

tippex toes

I’ve come a cropper. I met a man. He’s cool and all, but has a fing for toes. Oh, also – he’s a Clutchplate. Fantasties!

Anyway, before y’all go and get ahead of yourselves, I’ve myself someone to hang out with during the day, okay? He just happens to be of the penis variety. it’s nothing more than that.

I also have white nail polish on my toes today, if anyone was interested.

That is all.