Sugary Shit

...i wish the spelling would also be alliterative (shugary shit) ...that would be much more satisfying.
why, oh why did i have pepsi and jellybabies for afternoon tea when i know excessively shugary drinks make me feel ill? my hands are actually all shaky right now (it's impeding my touchtyping skills... not that that would be evident, as my anal-retentive love of words and spelling is keeping me self-editing...)

i feel like poo. on a stick.

but the good news is: i am getting my own laptop! hurrah!

so soon i shall be able to blog from home rather than continue these illicit hurried interludes i've had to snatch from work to be with blogger.com (and you, of course, dear reader), and we can bring our relationship into the open at last and declare our passion to the world!

goodness. don't mind me. it's the shugar talking.

devil's advocate (as opposed to his advocaat)

don't ask me for help with your moral quandries-
...i will even draw you bad advice.