I DO NOT CARE ABOUT THESE SOCKS, NOR WHY THEY ARE RED.

I couldn't even name one winner of the last five AFL grand finals, and they were in my country.

Apparently there's a "friend me" meme going around. Now, normally I don't post such repetitive and thoughtless entries (you know me, won't encourage such nonsense), but I thought I'd give this one a go:

FRIEND ME.
Because I will borrow your videos and not return them, and also leave the toilet seat up. Also, I will come over to your house in the middle of the night and make scrambled eggs, and cook food onto your pans, and leave them in the sink without even soaking them. Also, sometimes I will dip your toothbrushes in the toilet bowl. Y'know, just for that Harpic Fresh smile.

...Maybe it's my inner cynic, but I just don't feel that bleating at people to read one's livejournal is exactly a healthy or productive experience.

Youngest sister: Hey, this girl on this Sim LJ community I joined...
Me (frothing at the mouth slightly, and speaking rather too quickly): ... thought that her Sims' kids were ugly, so she drowned them, then she made a new, pretty Sim family and drowned the parents so that the kids could be adopted and then got all SURPRISED that the authorities wouldn't let her Sims adopt them as they'd KILLED THEIR OWN KIDS...
[beat]
I heard it on Metaquotes.
[beat]
Is that what you were going to tell me?
YS: Erm. No. *looks slightly frightened*
[beat]
Her boyfriend had been playing on the Sims, and he spent about two hours on it, and suddenly she hears this "WHAT THE FUCK?" and apparently he'd got his Sim to gaze at the clouds, and a piece of space junk came down and killed her.


Yeah, well, I say if you can't leave a few mental scars on your younger siblings, what are you there for, eh?

Anger Management. It's excellent.

Chateau Chunder.

Oh gods, I feel ill and want to die.

It could have something to do with the fact that it was Not The Year Twelve Muckup Day Breakfast today, and all I had between waking at seven and dinner at about ... also seven, but a seven many hours later, was two bowls of Froot Loops and a handful of chips. It may even have something to do with the fact that I've had bugger-all sleep for the last couple of nights.

But I suspect it has something to do with Middle Sister being ill and breathing my air and having the central heating heating on all the time and cultivating her germs in the heating ducts.

Also, it is far too hot in here. I want to go to bed with a comforting book, but I cannot find my copy of Night Watch. This makes me sad.

I wish I could vomit.

Edit! I have just been sick for the first time in almost five years. I feel like this deserves some sort of milestone recognition, though possibly not quite as much as my 1500th entry, which I passed some while back. Now I am dizzy and bleaurgh, and might go to bed before my body decides it wants to throw up water.

Also: my face has gone all red and now i hav a face like a squished tomato.