Chairs, Jodie Marsh and Pie.
My spine hurts. Immensely. I had this the other night, when we were clubbing. It feels like one of the alien thingies in the water in Invasion has attached itself with those horrible long spikey teeth-like things. I don't know, I tried to get into Invasion but it's all a bit too War of The Worlds for me, and that movie sucked something atrocious. That's a lot of italisizing for two sentences.
Anyway, yes, my spine hurts and I think the reason is my computer stool. Although its a lovely piece of design from Habitat, it's not the ideal item to sit on for hours on end. I'm debating whether or not to bring down my chair from home but it would take up too much space and I know I'd just heap all of my shit on it. At least with a stool, it discourages me from using it as a conceptual clothes horse as most of the stuff just ends up on the floor, unlike a chairback, which provides ample hanging opportunity.
Okay, enough rambling about chairs. Today's holymoly! handout brought to my attention the morbidly addictive blog of none other than Jodie Marsh. If you have an hour or so to spare, I'd suggest a trawl through the rants of the Goddess of the Deluded. [pauses] I was just typing the sentence 'I don't understand how this girl continues to have a career' when it suddenly occurred to me that the reason behind her success is her very nature. She is what I call a trainwreck, something that you know you shouldn't look at, but you can't help but steal a glance and cringe, momentarily thankful that it's not you. But really, I encourage you to sign up to her site and make her feel popular just to read it.
Check out Jodie's birthday cake, below- what better image to look at as you blow out your candles than one of yourself in a page 3 pose and corresponding barely-there bikini. Classy.
from www.jodiemarsh.tv.
Anyway, I have cake of my own to eat, although admittedly not a cool porno cake like Jodie's. A slice of lowly apple pie will have to sustain me.
Mmm. Pie.
Anyway, yes, my spine hurts and I think the reason is my computer stool. Although its a lovely piece of design from Habitat, it's not the ideal item to sit on for hours on end. I'm debating whether or not to bring down my chair from home but it would take up too much space and I know I'd just heap all of my shit on it. At least with a stool, it discourages me from using it as a conceptual clothes horse as most of the stuff just ends up on the floor, unlike a chairback, which provides ample hanging opportunity.
Okay, enough rambling about chairs. Today's holymoly! handout brought to my attention the morbidly addictive blog of none other than Jodie Marsh. If you have an hour or so to spare, I'd suggest a trawl through the rants of the Goddess of the Deluded. [pauses] I was just typing the sentence 'I don't understand how this girl continues to have a career' when it suddenly occurred to me that the reason behind her success is her very nature. She is what I call a trainwreck, something that you know you shouldn't look at, but you can't help but steal a glance and cringe, momentarily thankful that it's not you. But really, I encourage you to sign up to her site and make her feel popular just to read it.
Check out Jodie's birthday cake, below- what better image to look at as you blow out your candles than one of yourself in a page 3 pose and corresponding barely-there bikini. Classy.
from www.jodiemarsh.tv.
Anyway, I have cake of my own to eat, although admittedly not a cool porno cake like Jodie's. A slice of lowly apple pie will have to sustain me.
Mmm. Pie.
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