Work is the Devil's Child

Not two seconds after my last post (and luckily after I'd clicked on Miss Snark to catch up on her snarkiness) did the stupid computers at work lock me out of reading blogs.

I cant stand being limited!!!

Goddamn these internet-scared bastards.

They put two computers in the 'library' for personal use at lunchtimes (only), but then they go and limit the stuff you can look at, as though they have a right or obligation to filter the internet for you. Fucking cunts. Thats what I say. I cant stand anyone taking decisions away from me. Its like being treated like a child.. Not being able to make up your mind for yourself, and not being trusted or respected.

Drives me wild... cant you tell?

But then again, its probably just the company looking after their own arse and making sure us employees dont look at porn during work hours.

Dicks!

So, looks like I'll have to try to ignore Martin during the evenings and weekends in order to get in my blogging. Not something I want to do, but hopefully I can squeeze in the time.

I'm going to be damn busy in the next two weeks though. Gotta sort out the house this week because while we're away in NY we're having the walls in the bedroom fixed/coated to try to fix the mould problem... so we've gotta move all the furniture out. I'm skeptical that the route the estate agent/landlord is taking will actually fix the problem, but I dont have to pay for it so I dont really give a shit. I just want to be able to sleep in a mould-free bed and grow old without developing brain cancer. Does that make me selfish? Methinks not.

Bought Big Trouble In Little China on DVD today. Fucken love that film. Is Kurt Russell fucken unreal or what! I may even put him on my list*






*List of celebrities that I have permission by my husband to shag if/when an occasion arises.

His list is ten times longer than mine. Men. Hmmph! So shallow!