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I share all my sporadic and toilet thoughts in here, because I am random like that.
I has (new) awezm necklaces
Basically stuck at home all afternoon nursing a high fever, a horrendously bad sore throat and multiple joint aches, I was bored to tears.
Unable to sit still (and do nothing) for long, I dug out my box of black and white Perler beads and began to fiddle around with them.
About an hour later, this was the outcome – I now have four new awesome necklaces, yo.
Speech bubbles, FTW!
And the following message would be awesome for those jackasses who love to talk (yell) into their phones at maximum volume on public transport.
STFU, OMG!
I want to get some grey Perler beads so that I can start experimenting with shadows. Oh, and I want to make that adorable Mario mushroom I saw here!
I am such a murderer
As soon as the creature set its beady eyes on me, I knew I had to get rid of it.
Getting my stuff out of harm’s way, I mad a mad scramble to my room and grabbed what I knew was the most toxic weapon I could find. Grasping the canister (filled with said toxic weapon), I blasted the creature with all my might.
The creature panicked and ran as fast as its little legs could carry it. Unfortunately, it was too slow for its pursuer. A provoked Brenda is an angry Brenda. And once she decides she wants to get rid of you, escape is almost futile.
The creature scurried under the toilet cistern in a desperate attempt to hide, while I continued to blast the (two) openings to its hideout with my toxic weapon. The air in the tiny bathroom was beginning to reek from the stench of said weapon, but I didn’t care. I just wanted the creature dead, now.
Sensing how I was slightly distracted at one moment, the creature made an attempt to escape – by climbing on top of the toilet pump. A movable object. How smart.
I picked up the pump (with said creature on it) and dunked it into the shower. Following which, I grabbed the shower hose, turned it to full water force and rained it on top of said creature.
Well, well, well. Any attempts to escape will most definitely fail now, as a small creature most probably can’t fight against a shower hose at full blast.
With its little legs flailing wildly against the force of the water, the little lizard breathed its last breath as it was washed down the drainage system.
I stood in the middle of the bathroom, grinning a little too manically to be considered normal, before I blew lightly at my weapon(s) – the shower hose and the canister of pesticide – like a superhero would do to his gun.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing should come along and disturb me when I am in the midst of one of life’s simplest pleasures.
Especially. When. I. Am. In. The. Midst. Of. Taking. A. Dump.
I want this hat!
Each time I step into River Island, the first thing I’d do is to dive straight for the accessories section and single out this particular hat.
Making a face to match the hat.
I’d put the hat on, make a bunch of ridiculous faces, and then peer into the mirror to check out how awesome it looks.
Even better if you have a friend around to capture every bit of your fanatical behaviour on camera. (Out of the salespeoples’ line of vision, of course – I doubt photography was allowed in the store.)
Smiley-head.
It’s an off-white knitted ski cap with this huge black poofy … thing at the top. And a huge smiley-face at the front.
Damn, I want this hat. Oh, so bad.
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