This post is brought to you from THE GREATEST LONG WEEKEND EVER. Easter and ANZAC Day have this year fallen at the same time: they have merged into one huge, pulsing, throbbing mutant, Frankensteinian 5 day holiday. Because I am very smart, I took Thursday off work, bringing the weekend up to a whopping 6 days of nothingness. It is a beautiful thing.
With this extra time on my hands, I thought blogging would be a good idea. But then I remembered I don't really have anything to say. But seeing as that rarely stops me, I will tell you a few random and not-very-interesting things...
I finally got around to updating my links (partially... there are lots more to be added but I am lazy). They contain a random assortment of sites I visit often. They tend to revolve around cooking, eating out, fitness, running, absurdist humour, celebrity gossip, and places from which I make impulsive online purchases. AKA a pretty accurate representation of my life.
One day I will get around to categorising them, but for now, just click them for an exciting lucky dip of internet wonder!!!
I have spent a few days with my nephews and being around small, adorable children sets off all kinds of weird hormonal signals in my body. I can practically feel my uterus lining itself. I NEED TO PROCREATE.
My parents are wonderful because (among other reasons) they knew I was visiting so stocked up on broccoli, brussels sprouts, and peanut butter. Aww. They really DO love me!
I fell over in some stinging nettle and now my legs are covered in sores and scabs. They're swollen and red and puffy. And itchy. I look like I have some horrible skin disease, on top of already grossly misshapen, sausage-like legs. This is doubly sad as I have always considered my legs my best (physical) asset. Without them, I am nothing. WHY GOD?! WHY??! WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE JUST BEEN MY FACE!?!?!?
Tomorrow is Easter Sunday which means that - after tomorrow - all the associated merchandise is on SALE! It is my yearly tradition to almost send myself into debt/diabetes buying discounted chocolate. I cannot wait.
I am going to Melbourne with work next week and I cannot wait. If anyone wants to hang with some totally creepy girl from the internet for dinner on Monday/breakfast or lunch on Tuesday, let me know! I promise I won't rape you, hack your body to pieces, and dump your remains in an alleyway :)
Just to prove how normal and well-balanced I am, I drew you all a pretty picture to celebrate this very special, sacred seasonal occasional!
I want you to remember this while you're chowing down on your Easter goodies Please take a moment to think of what the Easter Bunny has sacrificed so that you can spend the day in a sugar-soma. Thank you.