#83 Shit

Announcement: As from today I am going back to normal titles!

I am not happy with my English knowledge! Not very long ago my eyes were opened.
Apparently...

shat (shæt)

v. Vulgar Slang

A past tense and a past participle of shit.

Imagine that! Shit-shat-shat!!!
"I just shat my pants!" Holy crap!

#82 Scales

Work. Storage room. Stock. Scales. Me on scales with the jacket on. 55 kg!
God, I love those scales and obviously they love me too :D
2 more to go...

#81 Meerkat Manor

Earlier this year I got the chance to partly follow the show "Meerkat Manor" on Animal Planet. Every morning while having my coffee I used to turn on the TV and watch the incredible life of those little creatures. It was indeed fascinating and one could easily sink into the story and of those animals. They all have their names and drama and happy moments and it was just the best reality show ever. I used to get up eager to see what will happen next. One day they just decided to change the screening time, so I couldn't see the whole series. I was sad then, but I am even sadder now. I never thought that one little animal which can easily fit in my hand and whose life I got to know a little over a few episodes on TV could make me cry. Well, it did! I watched the show at the beginning of 2007. Today I read that Animal Planet are making a new show about Lemur cattas or something and at the end of the article they said that my cute little meerkat, called Flower, had died bitten by a snake in a fight to defend her children. I don't know, it is so touching. I know I am crazy for crying over this animal, but I just can't help it. I really want to watch all the episodes now, but I am afraid I will cry like a little baby when I actually see her die... and she was sweet and nice and strong and determined and a true leader, a true lady...

#80 What's up, Doc? Fuck you, Doc!

Let me clear something out...

appointment
n. meeting arranged in advance
(definition is taken out from various sources found via google.bg)

When I make an appointment, I expect that my time will remain strictly planned, people will show up, I will show up and so on. I am a reasonable person and of course I am very well aware of the fact that shit happens and sometimes that is impossible.

Well, this morning my GP/personal doctor/or whatever she is called threw shit in my face. I can live with a slight delay of, for example, 15 - 30 minutes max. But when I had to fucking wait for 1 (one) hour, I repeat HOUR, and 15 minutes after the time for which my appointment was scheduled... I am allowed to be pissed, right? Now you will ask why the hell I waited for so long? Well I was already late for work and I didn't want to risk another morning to get ruined in the cold shitty hospital, surrounded by old(>70) grannies and granddads who just like to spread germs and yeah, make you hate them and think nasty things about them... What is the point of making appointments when you can't be on time? I was so pissed (I am not anymore). And howcome you spend 40-50 minutes on the average to examine a granny or the male version of the granny and I was in and out in like 5 minutes?
WARNING! I am going to say mean and nasty things here, cause I am getting pissed again (all old people that are reading and the others who have no idea about me, excuse me) WTF? Those people are almost dead, why taking so much care of them and not of me, who I consider a very valuable part of the society and besides I still have a few more years to live *knocks on wood*. I bet they drink tea and tell the stories of their lives in there. I mean... is she operating them on site or what? This is absolutely ridiculous. And why the hell all the old people, who do abso-fucking-lutely nothing all day long, rush to the hospitals in the early hours? Is their goal in life to make the working/studying people miserable and be late for work with hourS and miss exams and all that? Go there whenever everyone else is working, go at noon, the weather is warmer then, the buses are empty! Fuckers!

Anyway, during the five minutes I was in, she told me three different names of what I might have (I think she made them up), then prescribed me some medicine for dilating the blood vessels. If I take my little pills 3 times a day and don't see any improvement I should visit her again. Oh, I so can't wait for that experience again, I will get me a book this time... Well, let's all be optimists and say that the pills will work and my hand will have blood in it again, and my fingers will be pretty again, and I won't have to go back there again.

Next year I am changing my GP. The doctor in the room next to her examined like 10 people for that time and he seemed fun and my GP is old and pays attention only to her coevals (saw this in the dictionary, I am not that smart).

WOW, not one spelling mistake this time, but I am not reading the shit, so it might not make sense here and there...

#79 Art...

I was very busy at work yesterday. So busy that I could hardy keep me from falling asleep. My brains needed something challenging, so here's what came out:

Yes, I am posting this cause I feel kind of proud of my drawings :D. And, yes, I am disappointed from the sheep, but, hey, no one is perfect...
For those who doesn't know this is my version of my South Park Me.

#78 Oh, the bliss...

I didn't cut and fold and glue all weekend...
But... I wasted good few hours here, pissing myself laughing :)) I love sheep and some are true masterpieces.

Whoever find the sheep with the big penis or the one that is pooping her ass off, please make sure to give me their numbers. I would be very grateful!

ETA: Still 9500 sheep to go through... I found 2 pooping ones so far - 7668 and 9107 :D

#77 The scissors master

I am totally hooked! Seriously, I feel like a kiddo. Thanks to my random clicking on random links, I accidentally found myself on this site: Nice Bunny (can the name be cuter? I don't think so!). The link takes you straight to the cool part and I will suggest you to have a look at the first column. I am so excited. I have my first ninja bunny made already. Which of course didn't turn out as cool as on the picture, but hey, I am sick, I am at work and the shadow of the nasty kinda-boss bitch is weighing over my fragile self. My second ninja bunny is on its way. I only have to cut out his body and nunchaku (Good Lord, it took me forever to find the proper spelling of this word. Thank you Turtles Ninja and especially the cutest one of all - Michelangelo). AAYYAA!

Erm, on a very different note: FUCK YOU, BLOGGER! WORK, MOTHER FUCKER!

OK, now I can continue. It is addictive. I wish I had glue and colour printer at home. Well, actually I have a colour printer, but I will have to install it. I probably have glue too, but I don't know where...

Pictures will be provided on a later stage.

I wonder if I can make the entire collection of paper cuties over the weekend?! *starts printing* (Yes, I am using office equipment for personal benefits. Bite me)

Erm, and once again... FUCK YOU, BLOGGER!

#76 Ooops

I wonder should I be worried that my dad most likely spend some time on my blog?!

I usually delete all the history when I leave home, but I suppose this time... I forgot. Damn it!

The blog is now with restricted access, whoever wants to read my shit... well blogger kindly offers to contact me by e-mail and ask permission. Let's see what will happen...

Oh, by the way HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!