Posted by Glimmer
on Wed 16 Dec 09, 9:27 AM to Glimmer's blog.
Thought I'd have a go at a wob, or an e-log or whatever they're called by all the hip kids.
Not sure what I'll write about - not even sure how many posts I'll make. This might be the only one. I might end up using twelveteen billion giggly bits of memory. Who knows?
Well here I sit at my desk, threatening to do some work but not making any kind of real effort, wondering what mischief I can get up to over the festive period.
Not really a big Christmas fan, but trying to make an effort all the same. I have a tree. It is a noble 2' high specimen that resides on my window sill and came out of the box ready decorated. I've done most of my Christmas shopping already - which for me is a novelty as I'm usually hooning around town on Christmas eve in a panic pushing over old ladies. I've even gone so far as to send out the odd card - at this rate I'll be giving Sir Cliff a run for his money in the annual 'I'm More Festive Than You' stakes.
As for the mischief, nothing much in the offing as such, but I will be making my regular calls to Babestation during yuletide giving my boss' name and leching "Touch yerself." down the phone at the writhing 'babes'.........
NB: No old ladies were harmed in the writing of this post.
Edited Wed 16 Dec 09, 3:57 PM by Glimmer
