Not sure how this is going to look on the blog, but it's just so me it has to be displayed. I know it and I accept it. Everyone else can just deal.
My car key ring reads (or used to read before I dropped it on my foot on Tuesday and it broke into two pieces): "You've obviously mistaken me for someone who gives a shit."
I'm just a treasure, really.
ps. Just in case anyone cares enough to wonder where I've disappeared to on Monday and Tuesday, I added an explanation but it's not showing on top of the page. I don't know why. I don't care. I'm going home. Scroll down.
Crabby Bitch signing out.
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Koeks you'll laugh. This is the same pic I used to publically apologise to Small Bum after the break up for being, well, a crabby bitch.
Tried to comment again yesterday about the geese in Rosebank - hilarious - but blogger was up to shit again.
But still reading and still laughing :)
Peas we are one and the same. Except you have The Chad and I have the Boyfriend... about the same amount of conversational value.
I joke. At least the Chad comes when you call him, eventually.
Embrace that inner bitch!
I have my wine. And whatever hot man I find this weekend!! Actually the guy from last Friday was gorgeous - why on earth did I let him go. Again.
Champs, I've got this luvverly friend I can set you up with...
With the way I am feeling today...is he hot?? Or does he just have one of those dumb winning personalities?
(Do not even try!)
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