No one spooked the fridge for weeks and while it was sitting there being all ‘meticulous’ that was getting pretty boring. Eviscerate isn’t a word one uses a lot… unless you’re a Small Child who happens to watch their father playing way too much WoW. 😐
that looked like a bit of fun (I’m always a sucker for word games etc), Copy and paste to your own journal, erase my answers, and add your own.
Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real places, names &/or objects, but nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person you got this from has the same 1st initial. You CAN’T use your name for the boy/girl name question.
1) 4 LETTER WORD: Rape
2) BOY NAME: Rhodri
3) GIRL NAME: Renee
4) OCCUPATION: Rabbi
5) A COLOUR: Rouge Noir
6) SOMETHING YOU WEAR: Ring
7) BEVERAGE: Root beer float
8) FOOD: Raspberries … Ptbtbtbtbttbt!
9) SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: Razor
10) A PLACE: Romania
11) REASON FOR BEING LATE: Retaliatory tardiness
12) SOMETHING YOU SHOUT: Roger I’m frightened!
13) TYPE OF TRANSPORT: Rickshaw
14) POP GROUP: Rammstein (I don’t do ‘pop’)
15) ANIMAL: Rhesus Monkey
16) A RIVER: Rhine
17) A CHEMICAL ELEMENT: Radium
18) SOMETHING FOUND IN A KITCHEN: Rat (what are ya ganna doo?)
19) A GAME OR SPORT: Rafting
20) AN ADJECTIVE: Rambunctious
Every now and then I get mistaken for being English. Happens occasionally, usually when I’ve just met new people or what not. I’m not sure why. I guess it is probably something to do with not having a typical Aussie accent and being in possession of a passable vocabulary. For the record that ‘typical Aussie’ accent is something that makes me absolutely cringe. I can’t stand that ‘Kath and Kim / Croc Dundee / Steve Irwin’ stereotypical ocker accent that pervades the various media of our popular culture. The only thing worse than Australians over doing it in movies and in various TV shows is hearing it totally murdered altogether by a foreigner – think Meryl Streep in Evil Angels delivering that ‘Oh my gawd… a deingo tuk moiy baybe!’ … must have been the worst Australian accent I’d ever heard – total disaster.
I don’t know anyone of my acquaintance who actually speaks like that at all – perhaps with the notable exception of some of my country cousins whom I rarely see and have nothing in common with. When I travel through Europe (even in the UK!) I get taken for English all the time… quickly followed by various speculation as to the possibility of my being either German, Swedish or Norweigan and once even Danish (it’s the blonde hair, blue eyes thing I’m sure). Anyway the most recent occasion where I was asked if I was English was on the Pain Management Course a little while back. One of the instructors asked where in England I was from and I had the pleasure of telling him that I was born in Toowoomba and grew up about 30mins drive away. When he suggested that I sounded like I spoke with an accent, I responded with a cheeky smile that – "No I am not English, I just have a decent vocabulary, an above average grasp of the English vernacular and choose to speak all proper like!" 😉
I seem to be having way too many days filled with noisy children. This coupled with the increasing difficulties I am having getting any decent sleep have made for a less than politic, less than diplomatic, less than tolerant and less than pleasant Borys these last few days. I should offer apologies to those around me who’ve been dealing with this, but I am of the understanding that apologies do normally occur at the end of the offense and I can honestly say that I don’t see an end in sight for the foreseeable future.
No sleep = Fatigue
Fatigue = Less tolerance for pain.
Less tolerance for pain = Extremely irritable.
Extremely Irritable = Vituperative Borys
I need sleep bad and my drugs aren’t working.
Do I smell or something? Not sure what is going on lately, but it seems like everyone is standing me up lately! Either that or my completely addle pated drug fucked brain is playing tricks on me… which in all fairness is entirely possible. I keep making plans and then people keep changing them on me. Then again, that might not be totally correct either… because now I come to think of it… I can’t remember exactly what I did yesterday…
Either way, I do seem to be spending a lot of time at home lately staring at the walls feeling like I should be doing something productive… though I know not what nor where to start ?!!?
And now for something that has nothing to do with anything…
Haikus are easy,
but sometimes they don’t make much sense…
(‘Refrigerator’ is boring)