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In true style of me - I've been meaning to post for days, but haven't been near a computer, and then the minute I am, my brain refuses to come up with anything interesting to say.

I've been busy, busy lately. 

The trip to Malham cove did not happen in the end; mostly because I ended up going to a friend's wedding the day before I was due to go there, and had an absolute whale of a time with all the Old Gang from Back in the Day, got slightly sloshed, and decided to lie in instead of getting up early to go to the middle of Yorkshire. 

I did however very much enjoy the Right Royal Piss Up (courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] casparrrrgh and Co.) - even if no-one recognised who the fuck I was.


Prize if you can guess who the fuck I'm supposed to be... )

And the subsequent time spent up in Glasgow, where I had a chat with awesome persons about getting a tattoo... 

Then went back home for the aforementioned wedding, and to be berated by my mother, as is becoming disappointingly regular. 

This week, I shall be continuing with the driving lessons - at stupidly early hours :p - with the possibility at the end of it that my sister is getting rid of her Micra, and I may be able to buy it off her :D 
If it hasn't already got a name, I will be christening it (or re-christening it perhaps) Saiorse - which is probably a 2 person joke, but heck, it'll be my car :D
Just need to pass the bloody test...
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I detest exercise. I get just about none - I don't go to the gym, play any sports or, quite frankly, walk anywhere particularly far.*
My husband [livejournal.com profile] vevaphonics is forcing me - forcing me -to do the 200-situps challenge. I am attempting to skiive off as much of this as humanly possible.
I cannot do a single press up, and have no desire to be able to do so.
My knee is borked and I don't even do my physio exercises to sort it out.

I am not on a diet. I fail diets forever. I love chocolate, and have no intention of quitting. I refuse to drink diet coke, eat diet mayonaise, or anything reduced fat, low fat or "lite". And we eat too many takeaways, and rich food but man are they yummy.**

The house is a mess, and I don't clean or hoover as often as I should.***

I made no New Years Resolutions this year, and I don't feel guilty about that in the slightest.****

I refuse to be "like an adult" - I like my life, and if I die young, at least I die happy. And probably fat.

I don't know how [livejournal.com profile] vevaphonics puts up with me...





Adultish adenda:
* When we move, we might get a Puppy and eventually fix this problem.
** Ok, we need to cut down on the takeaways. But at least we do get plenty of veg, and quite decent food, even if the portions are a bit big. We're not bad when it comes to cooking!
*** Though, actually, I am planning to do some spring cleaning... whether or not this actually happens... well, we'll see.
**** Except for giving up the cigarettes. Again.


DISCLAIMER: I have no problem with anyone who is trying to be Like An Adult. This is not at all a comment on them - I think it's a great thing, and I wish them the best. I'm just not up to the task myself right now, and I'm sick and tired of feeling guilty for failing at it.

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