Missing: Amy Winehouse's beehive

When I saw Amy Winehouse running about England without her beloved beehive, I felt compelled to make a missing poster for it. I'm sure she's got enough on her mind, like......

Well, she shouldn't have to worry about trying to find that naughty little ball of hair. I hope she appreciates the poster, and if someone does find the beehive, they should contact their nearest rehab facility, because you can probably get high from just touching it.

It's just not Wino without the hair.

For now...

How I love that picture.

I should stop wasting time tapping away on here, so I'm going out to garden. Good night.

Am I a bad person?

Because I would totally wear these pyjamas...





Except probably not with my arse hanging out, although I guess that would come in handy if you had a bad case of diarrhoea and can't be bothered taking off your pants. Or, if you're a prostitute, and you're tired, or cold, you can do a bit of anal while staying warm. If my mum ever saw this, she would roll her eyes and tisk, but I don't think she'd be too surprised about me talking about anal sex.


Footsie PJs are H-O-T!

This is why people hate me

I can't remember people's names or phone numbers, but I know way too much about Brad and Angelina, and other useless information.

This is why people hate me

When I ask how people are doing, or if they would like a drink, I'm secretly wishing they will say fine, and leave it at that.

I don't really care all that much, I'm just trying to be polite.

An alternative form of transport

Too bad I didn't get a photo of this, if I try it again I'll have to video tape it, and screw up while I do it so I can send it off to Australia's Funniest Home Videos. If I put my own stupid sound effects in, will they play it and give me money?


Okay, I'll save that for another day, as today I was environmentally friendly. Instead of travelling around in a car, I sat on my skateboard, and held my dog's tug of war toy. My puppy, Lucy grabbed onto the toy, and walked backwards, pulling me along.


I think I'll suggest it to the government, so everyone can get in on the act.

Family conversations

This is going to be a regular topic, as I recall and write down some conversations between my family that make me laugh.

This convo happened before the execution of the Bali bombers, when my mum (Ma Baker), my aunty and my cousin were discussing the execution, and how it would change the mood in that area. A lovely dinner conversation, of course.

Ma Baker: I've heard that some extremeists might kidnap some Westerners.
Cousin: What, Western Australians?
*Pause*
Me: ...
Ma Baker: No, Westerners, like from the western world.
Cousin: Why would they do that?
Me: (quietly) For the lulz.