Point form

Aaah!
Point form time:

- I finished my Nano Novel. 50 000 words in under a months. The weirdest and most satisfying thing I've done in a while (apologies to those whom I upset with that comment *hehe*)

- I nearly cried twice on the public desk today at work. Once when reading of the women in Rudd's lineup. And once when I saw the poster fall from the latest New York Times for the new movie 'Sweeney Todd'... Johnny Depp. Cut-throat razors. Pinstripe pants. Sideburns. Blood. Fuck me. So hot. *fans self*

- I'm glad everyone thought that me getting munted on election night was funny. I am embaressed about what I can remember. Note to self: Don't do it very often. I think the novelty value for friends would wear off very very quickly.

- To those whom I sent late night text messages to when munted on election night. I'm sorry. Very.

- Our Zenstar puppy is now once year old. We think. If we take the word of the people we bought her from. We still think she's cute. So she can stay.

- I am a shallow, shallow, selfish, catty, petty woman. I dropped a workmate in it *plop* with the boss last week and am still feeling the glee! Admittedly she was trying to be smarmy and sly. And she has a history of patting me on the head and calling me poppet. And last time I sat back and let people start doing underhanded stuff it escalated into a scary hell of workplace bullying for me. So I feel no remorse on drawing the boss lady's attention to it. Ha!

- Did I mention I've written 50 000 words in the last 29 days?
Oh.
Okay.

*happy dance*

Hell is a romance novel.

Since doing this Nanothingo my dreams are going vivid and crazy. It's pretty cool.
It's like I've kicked some underused part of my brain into action. A part that has been dormant for a while. So my creativity is going nutso. The words are pouring out so fast I can't believe I can type that fast. It's great.
But.
There's always a but.
But there's some other evil coming out from the back of my brain.
My 'novel' (and yes I use that term loosely) has become this soppy introspective romance!
Yeah I know, fancy me writing a goddamn romance. And even worse; my main male character looks like a young Johnny Cash (uhuh. yeah.) and is a love struck sculptor that keeps trying to get my main female character into the sack*.
Someone shoot me now.
It almost makes me want to write a sci-fi-fantasy-slash-fanfic-warcrack novel like the other 90% of Nano-ers.

*yes. i know. she's even taken to wearing cargos and shirts with pictures of knives on and i think she's about to shave her head. all to fend him off. good luck to her. i think he's blinded by love by now.

Ouch

Another damn tumble. Coming home late from work last night I'm almost home when I take a wrong step while crossing the road.
Today I'm home from work with a stinging ankle. Housebound on a cold drizzly day. I kinda wish I was at work because it's warmer there. And I can't even get any housework done or take the dog for a walk. I'm boooored!
I've already found out that facebook is much more interesting when you're at work and procrastinating *grins*
At least I've got some time to try and get my NaNo word count up.
If I go full speed, I wonder if I can get halfway to 50 000 words today?

Look pretty for me...

Yesterday in the staff lunchroom I walked in on a conversation where a colleague was digging herself a big hole about acceptable body modification. Apparently she was mortified by some underarm hair.
My god.
I was tired and tried not to pay too much attention to their waffling. There was already a dyke in the room involved in the conversation and I figured she could put them in place if need be.
But a little later a fellow (who is new to our female dominated workplace) wonders about why people put piercings all over their face.
He mused: "I really don't find them very attractive and they don't make me want to look at the people wearing them at all."
I had to look up from my sandwich and point out: "Umm, I don't want to break your middle-aged male heart, but I think that's the point babe."

Silly boys thinking the world revolves around them. Sheesh.