Eeeeeee!

Link from karohemd:

Eeeeeee!

Did I miss a memo?

Because a suspiciously high number of people on my flist are starting (or restarting) diets today.

I wish comfort food was low-calorie, I really do. Or even OMG-I'm-falling-asleep-I-need-blood-sugar-NOW food was low-calorie, since that's the bigger problem for me.

I'd like to be able to fasten my pvc jeans in time for Whitby, *without* needing a laced-to-hell-and-back corset underneath. They still fit my legs, but my waist is attempting (so far, successfully) to become convex. Maybe my navel's long-sighted? < /optics geekery >

Still, I've been told I don't look quite so much like death this morning as I did last week.

Buggre it alle.

Iron Maiden's new album came out last Monday. I was (a) feeling skint, ater running out of money before running out of month in August, and (b) thought I'd save it for a post-insanity treat when work calmed down.

Sainsbury's and Tesco's have both sold out, despite it being no. 11ish in their charts and haivng deliveries every bloody day.

Dammit, I need classic Epic Tight Pants twiddly gallopy metal.

(This is why I replaced my long-missing copy of Appetite for Destruction instead. It was only £6 and is being played Very Loudly.)


It still amuses me that I've called this icon "Ballroom dancing". I need to get out more, don't I?