Maybe I am a Weather Goddess? Since my mood sucks, the weather does as well. I'm sort of glad I'm in my nice cozy office and don't have to go out. Might also be because the Tollwood is starting on Sunday and traditionally the weather gets lousy then. Believe it or not, I am actually looking forward to having some Glühwein. (Ask me again the middle of December when there's been Glühwein-overkill).

My mood still sucks, sucks, sucks. And this doesn't help any.

Today's Fun Facts

The strange thing is, I really like spam. Because I like getting mail.

People who slow down first and then use the turn signal annoy me a great deal. Is this a fun fact? Maybe I should change the headline to "Today's Facts". Nah. Doesn't have the same ring to it. Just find some fun in this, dammit.

Recently, I like to use the word "dammit". Have been made fun of because of this as well. See? There's the fun.

I'm the most favourite VIP customer of this store which will probably drive me into bankruptcy.

Taxes are done. Now I have to wait and see if a trip to the Bahamas is in order.

What to do when your internet suddenly breaks down

Is there anyone out there who also doesn't like Radiohead's Creep? No? I thought so. Well, I'm just a weirdo then.

Did you see the "Zimmer frei" with Chernobyl Jobatei? Idiot. I'm taking him off my amok list, by the way. Not that he hadn't deserved it, but since we haven't heard of him since forever, I'm not digging him up again, thankyouverymuch. Which leaves me with Roger Willemsen on the top spot and Helmut Lotti a close second. Narrowing down the amok list to two people probably makes it easier to fulfil the task once you've started running amok. Easiest if Roger Willemsen is interviewing Helmut Lotti. But I think he has done that and I've let this golden opportunity pass.

In related news, the D.C. sniper has been given the death sentence. This is also not really a fun fact, only a fact.

Some days, construction sites just seem to pop up out of nowhere. Especially when you're not planning on moving your car anytime soon.

Everybody else in my "body & mind" class yesterday was pregnant. Besides the instructor, of course. For god's sake, women, stay at home when you're gestating. Nobody wants to see you rolling around on the floor looking like a beached whale. I really hope some of them just were fat. But I don't think so. If you're simply fat you don't roll your pants down so your belly sticks out. So I guess about 3-4 months from now I'll be alone in that class. That or they will be nursing and rolling around on the floor.

I'm in a bad mood today. Can you tell?

Just in case you have a few seconds of your time to spare:

Throw Santa.

Death and Taxes

Finally did my income tax return yesterday, but when I wanted to mail it today, I discovered I had forgotten a form and - while I am at work - it is at home. Great. I think I did everything wrong you can do wrong. My only hope is that the tax people look at the mess that is my income tax return, sigh and decide it's not worth the bother and just charge me x amount because I can't really tell anyway. But I have a hunch this is not how tax people think. If I was Boris Becker I could at least move to Monaco. Plus, everything I send in is in the most dreadful state: the cats dumped red wine all over the form, my printer decided to smudge everything and the receipts look like somebody sat on them (which is probably what happened). I somehow doubt tax people like that. They are orderly people, neat people who save their bank statements in little binders. Unlike me who saves her bank statements in whatever pocket I stuffed them in. Or in the big box marked "IMPORTANT PAPERS" that I accidentally stepped on the other day when I wanted to get to my bed without turning on the light.

This doesn't bode well. Not at all. I'd choose death over taxes any day (especially since when I say that I have to think of Joe Black which was an abysmal film but it DID feature Brad Pitt as Death who then claims he's a tax person. Did I mention abysmal? And I'd take Brad Pitt over taxes any day.)

I don't usually post funny pictures, but this one made me laugh so much that coffee came out of my nose:

Well, first of all congratulations to all World Champions (if by proxy :) i.e. the English Rugby Nation. Yes, Johnny Wilkinson is God. Or so I've been told.

Second, cleaning your apartment sucks. Especially if it hasn't been cleaned for some time. The strange thing is, once you clean it it gets really dirty in retrospect. You realize how it must have looked just before you went through it with vacuum and mop and pause a moment to shudder.

Third, SMOKING KILLS!!! I guess so, since I scrubbed about 3 kilos of tar off the TV in the living room. Eucccch. That said, today's one of the days where I really want a cigarette. The last week has been bad concerning that. I wonder why. Haven't smoked a cigarette since May, but today it feels like I stopped yesterday. Grrrrrrr...