Calorie Counting

I've discovered a new site! Or rather, for the sake of pure honesty I should say that the boyfriend discovered a new site, and I have put it to use.

Calorie Counter is a free service that lets you set a weight loss/ gain (as if!) aim, and helps you by giving you tools to input what you eat, your activity throughout the day, etc. It also has a recipe section which, after having been on a raw food diet for some time now, is as close to food porn as I am going to get without putting weight back on!

So, yes - let us hope it works. I'll let you know as things progress.

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Follow the White Rabbit

 This week I've found myself constantly humming Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit" - awesome song (and as I find myself really enjoying psychedelic rock for the first time, addictive in a very appropriate way) but dear LORD does it stick in your head, and in the most annoying way possible.

What was my solution? Well, the only solution when a song sticks in my head is to listen to it, and since I've pledged never to sully my new netbook's hard-drive with the evil that is iTunes (after it filled my big laptop's memory with duplicate files, twaddle, rhubarb and nonsense) I had to seek out the file elsewhere. Lo and behold: Amazon MP3! There were three separate versions (yes, three, and all of them sounded exactly the same to my clearly untrained ear) and so, being me, I bought the longest version and hoped for the best.

I have also discovered that Amazon have an affiliates program! Since I do SO love to twat on with my own opinions about things, I considered this worth a go. Fingers crossed, the commission might bring in a few extra pennies.

I confess, it hasn't got the song out of my head, but at least I now know all the words.

A Long Time...!

Well, it's been a while, hasn't it?

I've early finished second year, dumped a boyfriend, gained a (much nicer and rather sexier) boyfriend, started a novel and a children's book, and had some further ideas as to future smallholding plans. Busy, busy, busy!

That's all for now, but hopefully I shall start posting again regularly, now that Fran has reminded me I have a blog...

Toodlepip! :)

Little Howard's Unpleasant Lullaby

Is this the best song ever written? I submit that it is :D Discuss!

Woot, etc.

Today I am filled with an insane amount of happy. I am like a tall glass of joy (an actually tall glass, not a Starbucks tall) with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles :D

...

...AND A FLAKE

:D

That is all.

:)

Warning: Crotchety Old Woman Ranting ahead

What follows is, in all likelihood, of no interest to anyone who reads this. But I need to get a few things off my chest, and since this is my writing space, where better to do it?

So, you've been given due warning. Now would be a good time to stop reading and go and do something interesting.

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

One...

We have bitching! Bitch-off? Anyway.

• I have had enough of certain people who talk about my 8.5-hour-a-day, 5 days a week job as "not a real job": mind your own damn business, and stop taking your frustration out on me. You're jealous because I make more than you. Get over it. I work 5 times more hours than you a week, of course I make more! You had the opportunity to make just as much, and you turned it down. Quit your bitching.
  
• There are crossed wires somewhere along the line. You seem to think I'm this naive, innocent, fluffy little creature and I'm just not, anyone who knows me knows that. I might have my blonde moments but that doesn't mean I'm stupid: I can read you like a book and you are also fairly obvious.
  
• You seem to take it as read that I'm just going to put up with your shit because I love you. Well, not any more I'm not. Good luck finding someone else who'll deal with it.
• I am terrified - TERRIFIED - that I won't pass this driving test. I need a little damn independence.
• I am horrified and ashamed by past decisions and honestly wish I could wipe them from the collective consciousness, including my own.
• I want to slap today's children. Repeatedly. And set them on fire with a flamethrower. They are disrespectful, self-important, under-educated and frankly, have no dress sense either.
• People shouldn't mistake being a rebel without a cause for being unique. Really unique people don't have to try to be unique. And don't refer to others as "sheep" just because they don't fit your view on how everyone ought to be a special snowflake. They might be wearing this season's fashions, and yes that might be rather shallow, but you are dressed like and act like an idiot and you are going to look back on this in many years and want to burn all photographic evidence.
• I am really impatient to get back to university. I never thought I'd enjoy it this much.
• Why is it so hard to find someone with my interests who is also attractive, funny and into me? Why are all the men who find me attractive creepy perverts? Is it the boobs? Because as annoying as that is, they're not going anywhere, I love my boobs.
• You are not nearly as funny, intelligent or attractive as you think you are. Everyone thinks you're an ass.

Right! That's my rant for the moment. I feel a bit better now.