Watercooler 0: Nothing Is A Problem For Me

I can simply no longer keep up with FP's conquests and it's making me jealous sick.

If I am not having sex, and cannot even foresee the possibility of sex*, it's quite difficult to listen to people bragging on and on about their various conquests.

*Unless of course, the collective members of the 'Cooler send round a collection plate and approach PBW, asking "PLEASE, for the love of GOD would you sleep with Kate and put us out of her misery. We will pay you. And bribe you with this barrel of ::your favourite tipple:: and the Tom Waits box set.

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Dare is back in town - I asked her if she fancied Magpies Nest, but she's bursting full of gossip, so I suspect that we are going to go somewhere we can sit and chatter and now worry about disturbing other people listening to music. Coz the two of us are pretty much incapable of being quiet when we are together. :-)

I can't see myself ever being any sort of sex god, Kerr.

She wants to go ice skating.

Oh a completely different note:

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Errrr... no comment on what little drummer brother is doing, but wow, blimey, look at that smile. Megamillionwatt smile brighterthanthesun supernovadazzlingdentistry. I wonder what magnitude Henrietta Leavitt would have made of that.

::melts in little pool under desk::

No, go away, I'm not doing any more financial analyses today, I'm being a little gooey girl.

Would someone mind smallifying that? It wasn't that big on MySpace!

Like, a proper photo shoot where they're going to be, errr, *styled* and shit. This is why Dare is escaping to go ice skating cause she says if anyone tries to put makeup on the other little drummer brother, he will actually punch them.

Oh, thank the gods of phuck, Pash. He's someone else's problem now. Hopefuly your neighbourhood can sleep a little easier now.

Ha ha, I can call him Fake Britishes now. (Jim, not my cousin.)

Oh, and BTW, I found my green card - it was tucked safely inside my passport so I'm not fake Merkin any more. Well, *legally* fake Merkin.

That is Canadian dentistry at its finest.

Shit, I gotta get out of here and get to Kensington. Ah well, at least they're not in the Dorchester this time.

Nah I don't get the impression she said that to him.

Someone tried to kick one of my car windows in last night. The driver's door window. Whilst I was sat in the driving seat. I hate this town sometimes.

No, I mean all the time.

Kate might be interested to know that one of my goth friend's male friends is ginger, freckled, pointy-nosed, and plays guitar.

He ran out of thyme and the bayleafs came round!

(did it work?)

Oh no, Ed - gastric flu? You mean maybe it wasn't food poisoning that I had? Rubb.

Bah to car trouble and chav trouble.

This morning I am mainly squabbling with my actual brother about Winter Consumerfest. What funs. He thinks I object to the baby jesus. I'm fine with baby jesus, I just object to the national obsessed with debt and consumerist frenzy. Soon we will be arguing about economics, and I'll call him a Tory and he'll call me the L-word. Hurrah!

How's your ribs, doing, Dr. C?

Bah, it's like a casualty ward in here with us lot!

here is a smily DDB to cheer me us all up:

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Though ha ha, I narrowly avoided being dragged back into the restaurant that started my whole ordeal by St00g3s last night. Ron got me in a TISSP-lock and tried to drag me into the elevator going "come on, Kate! it can't hurt you just to drink up there!" and I was all noooooooooo and ran away down Kensington High Street. :-)

Sorry to hear about people's bodily and automobile troubles etc, but also always happy to read a good pun of a Tuesday morning :)

I seem to have spent more time at the ante-natal clinic than at my house this last week - was measuring a bit small so many scans followed and I might have to be induced early due to low levels of amniotic fluid :(

Will find out what the consultant wants to do this afternoon - I may be a mum in the next few days!! Arrgh!!!!

(ie, me, and Karen the accounts supervisor)

Good luck Archel!

If the sprog *was* born on Christmas Eve, you could traumatise him/her tell him/her that he/she was brought by Father Christmas!

I wrote a whole song last night!

Yay to power-pop songwriting indeed - I hope it's a keeper, and not one you THINK is great, but you'll look at this evening and go "nah, it's nonsense".

I've been whistling "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" all morning. I realise now that I'm part of the problem rather than the solution.