Happy Birthday shoutouts!

Happy Birthday to junesrose and cornfields!

And cinnamon_kisses, best wishes to you, too. I'm sorry I missed it and this is all belated!

A little letter to God.

Dear God:

Can't a laptop just fall into my lap or something? It doesn't have to be particularly good. Just run word, CD, solitaire and minesweeper. I'm not asking for Deep Thought here, or even Deep Blue. A calculator with a screen, word processing and more keys, you know?

Love,
Your poor humble speck of your brilliance,
Nacey.

I hate my life. Seriously.

I'm such an idiot. I kept putting off telling them about my illness. Now I owe them 1500 bucks or so. *headdesk* I'm a fucking stupid moron!!! My life is a fucking MESS!!!

ETA: Oh no, I'm wrong. IT's 3k. Just kill me now. Really. Now.

Thomas P, the cultured, the perverse.

He wanted me to write a big long journal entry about him, so here it is. I was so upset today, and he turned up. He's like those old cats that always know when to give you a hug. When I'm at my lowest point and I need a friend, Tom is miraculously there without a phone call or an email to warn him of my sadness. And he always cheers me up and helps me forget about it. He had some of the solid poppy-seed slice Mum made, and so did I. We hung out for ages and talked and played punk uke, sat in the garden, just had a generally good time. It was a really nice way to forget about my newly accrued debts.

He wanted me to say how gross he is. So, here goes. He once farted on our kitchen floor so hard, it made the whole thing shake. Thankfully that wasn't a smelly one. He asked permission to let one go that *would* smell, and I said it was okay. I couldn't smell it anyway.

Today out the front of my house, he demanded that I have a piece of gum. I had about two chews of it before I said, "Nope, I'm not enjoying this."

"Spit it out."

So I pulled it out of my mouth. There were POPPY SEEDS in it!

"Give it to me!"

"But there are poppy seeds!"

I gave it to him. He stuffed it in his mouth and CHEWED!

After taking a very long time to back out of my driving (cause he was tooling around), he pulled a poppy seed out of his mouth. I screamed with disgust and mirth.

"That's my POPPY SEED!"

"Could be my poppy seed," said Tom. "It's OUR poppy seed."

I had earlier said that the poppy seed slices were the "Snack that comes back." Tom had said afterwards that it was the "Treat that repeats". Cause you're chewing on poppy seeds stuck in your teeth for fuckin' hours - it's great. LOL. Anyway, it was very nice to see Tom today. Saved my sanity for sure!

Mum and Dad bought me Tim Tams this morning. This was before the money owing. I don't know WHY they did that. Sometimes they totally spoil me!