OMFG.

I was invited on a car ride so Jon would not have to deal with his mum alone. Yay, me. She wanted to visit her parents for a few days, so off we went.

Here are some things I'd liked to have told her, but I have better manners than that.

- Your dog is disgusting. No, really, he is. His breath reeks and he drools.
- You really can clean the fucking dog hair out of your car. It looks as though you're trying to re-upholster the back seat with white fur.
- See the hives on my arms? See your manky dog? When I say I have allergies, I'm not kidding.
- He is not a good dog. He's a spoilt dog. And telling him you worship him and you aren't worthy of his love is making me want to paint your car the colour of vomit. My vomit.
- No one gives a shit that your co-workers don't like you, least of all me. Now I see why your son ignores his phone when you ring him.
- No, your dog is not cute.
- No, he isn't. People like you are the reason I hate dogs.

And look:
( Where have all the cows gone? )

Quizzy-do.

Since I've only ever met one person from LJ (who is still on the f-list), my quiz is not right. No, not right indeed.

But I did it anyway. And I saw it on elle_melle_yell's journal.

1. Go here.
2. Pass it on.
( my answers )

Oh Noes!!!!!1!!!111!

I've forgotten to say happy birthday to everyone on my f-list who've had birthdays recently. So, happy birthday!

Also, 30 August was my journal's second birthday. And I forgot to buy it a pressie.

Also, in addition, I made new icons. I'm using one of them on this post. Yay!

Also, just to add, I think I'm hungry. Hrm.