Had a capital time (capital? don’t you love that as an adjective??? I do!) with my lovely housemates last night when I went out to the local pub and had beef and Guinness pie. Mmm. We chatted on things of all manner of amusement especially World of Warcraft, being the nerds that we are. Afterwards, one of my housemates (hi Rob!) and I went driving around checking the ‘hood and doing a spot of supermarket shopping.

I think I’m extremely happy with where I live - both the people and location. It’s really starting to feel like home and life has done nothing but improve since I moved. And oh god - the endless supply of beer. Apparently even my palate can differentiate slightly between beers as I found out when Rob told me he’d changed one of the kegs. I’d admitted to not liking one of the brews then tasted it again and changed my mind. Turned out what I thought I had again was another slightly different beer. Gosh this place will be rocking in summertime.

You are a master of stealth. They never see you coming. But you always see them coming. HEY-O!

Your Score: Ceiling Cat

44% Affectionate, 50% Excitable, 46% Hungry

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Now I wouldn’t really be watching anyone masturbate. I mean really, come on. I mean, I can lick my privates myself! I would have no need of such entertainments. And I’m much more affectionate than I am hungry if I were a kitty. Honest. I’d probably be watching silly humans doing something else, nothing of a sexual nature either ok?!

I got this brilliant idea from Lifehack and in the spirit of trying to write a bit more and also harking back to my ‘20 lines a day’ experimental writing project, have decided to join Twitter and will be using it as my roughly one-sentence journal.

If you want to read about the Lifehack article, do click on the following.

If you fancy reading my one-sentence journal, go to http://twitter.com/snarkattack. It’s also a bit of an experiment in positivity. No Twittering about negative things and just a brief summation of my day. I may break the ‘one-sentence’ rule (because shock horror, I can’t be verbose or anything…) and as dumb as it might sound, I’m a little excited. Am also just eager to do things that will stimulate my writerly mind to get going again.

My first entry might seem negative but I can assure you, it’s anything but. Sometimes those days spent in one’s pyjamas all day and geeking it up on the computer are fun. I just have to make sure I don’t make a habit of it.

If any of you are on Twitter, let me know!

Woo hoo! Today I went to CD store and found 2 CDs I’ve wanted for quite some time…and they were actually there! Usually when I go to buy CDs (yeah, I still buy CDs because I’m old I guess or something) I can’t find what I want and end up with several other things I probably shouldn’t have bought!

Today’s purchases were Bloc Party’s Silent Alarm, Interpol’s debut Turn on the Bright Lights and lastly Pulp’s Hits (a best-of compilation which has a previously unreleased track. That’s how much I love Pulp. Now to get their double CD sets of the albums…even though I already have most of their albums).

My mother also bought me a couple of items of clothing which was cool. All to make up for the fact that I have to new meds to take…wish me luck with the side effects. Usually not pretty.

Now I just need to get a pedicure! Though I confess I’m procrastinating when it comes to ridding my legs of its…erm, winter growth.

My forays into the regular world are becoming more and more adventurous, she says not without a note of sarcasm. This week I’ve seen the insides of shopping centres and supermarkets a little more often than I’d like.

I should clarify that I don’t find shopping as such depressing. Many things depress me but stereotypically, like most females I actually quite enjoy it. In fact, in the past I’ve been guilty of turning to shopping to cheer myself up. Bad, I know.

What really saddened me about today’s trip into the supermarket was the realisation that an awful lot of people buy an awful lot of shit. That might seem harsh, but I think it’s warranted. Though people aren’t fully to blame either.

I watched my mother buy about eight cans of canned spaghetti for ninety-nine cents each. Cheap, yes. Healthy? Hell no. She said it was to send to relatives overseas. Fair enough…I think. They may live in a third world country but I seriously think their local fare is healthier than our first world processed shit. And I can confirm this personally - last time I was there I ate both traditional cuisine and the more Americanised stuff. Their bread was too sugary, their version of cheese came out of a jar in spread form (ugh!). Traditional food was way healthier - lots of soups, vegetables and seafood.

Back to my mother and I at the supermarket. It got better. She then bought fabric softener - one bottle was pastel blue, the other pastel pink. I ask you, for what reasons other than purely cosmetic purposes do they need to be coloured? Isn’t that one extra additive that could potentially irritate sensitive skin, therefore isn’t really necessary?

My brother has extremely sensitive skin and has several topical creams and ointments he has to use as a result of skin allergies and irritations. Wouldn’t cleansers free of dyes and perfumes be a better choice?

Admittedly, unless it’s a profit turner, there simply aren’t a range of choices for those who want to practise conscious consumerism. Today, I purchased some biodegradable feminine sanitary products and it was one choice in several less environmentally conscious choices. It was also more expensive. Not everyone could afford to make the choice I did, I can imagine.

It made me sad, sad for the state of the human race, sad for the planet - sad to think that we fill our lives and cupboards with all these unhealthy, processed self-proclaimed miracles of developed world living.

I’ve no right to judge people on the choices they make - it’s incredibly hard not to resort to fast food or TV dinners when people have so little time for anything after work. The fact that change from this sort of life most people have seems so unfathomable is what is depressing.

I ventured out today for the first time since I’ve moved house to go to the doctor - this druggie needs her fix, alas. It was quite a long walk - all up I spent an hour walking which was great (take note Katie!).

I noticed something that struck me as peculiar when I went to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription: at the front of the counter was a product display for yet another lip plumping product.

Lip plumpers seem to be all the rage these days which is funny because I remember a time when I was derided for my self-confessed bee stung pout. Can’t do anything about it - I have fat lips (or should that be ‘phat’, haha).

Of course it was back in high school, and I was a young nerdy band student (a flute player too which drew even more attention to my lips, groan) and I remember someone calling me fish lips. Apparently, having fat lips wasn’t in. It was just another one of many things I was picked on for. Funny how years later, things have changed so that no one in their right mind would hope for thin lips (no offence to those that have them - what nature has given you is beautiful, remember that! Truly!). I wouldn’t trade my fat arse pout for them, I confess. It’s been a long, long time since anyone ever remarked upon my lips being too fat. Actually, quite the opposite! Woo hoo!