I’m being cared for by my parents like I’m a little ‘un, because my appendix chose to freak out and require surgical removal mere hours after my BF left for two weeks of work in LA, and I can’t be home alone.
Watching lots of House of Cards. Beginning to form analogies between my partially gangrenous (now ejected) appendix and Frank Underwood.
PS. Again the Aussie healthcare system came through with the goods. A very similar story to this one from last year. Get your grubby hands off Medicare, Tony.
Urgh I want this bathroom now - I’d fill that bath with cool water and lie there reading until this hot day goes away.
His Master’s Voice transistor radios, 1967
I have one of these in its red leather case. It’s a lovely little thing.
BECAUSE THIS SEEMS LIKE A GOOD TIME TO COUNT MY PENIS
I can’t read this blog without laughing so much I cry/fart.
You know you’re hormonal when
You get teary discussing the issue of depleted gummy shark fisheries with your partner who’s ordering FnC’s for dinner.