- Facebook.
- Nicholas Cage films.
- Writing ads for various clients who only want to make the rubbish ideas they've come with themselves.
- Ayers rock.
- Travelling to Ayers rock.
- Explaining to my husband a million times about clothes in the wash basket.
- Waiting at the wrong luggage carousel at terminal flight.
- Baking spotted-dick for my brownie pack. only to ruin it by putting a tbls rather than a tsp of salt in.
- 2 years of German lessons.
- Looking at weather websites on day 4 of 9 days of rain on my honeymoon.
- A digital presentation that showed 'cutting edge work' that was 2 years out of date.
- Buying, wearing & organising outfits round high heels that get taken off midway through the night.
- Enduring a failed root canal.
- Attempting to teach Derek my dachshund anything.
- That Boyzone concert.
- Myspace.
- Listening to a friends/family saying 'This time they are giving up smoking FOREVER.'
- Doing sit ups. My stomach refuse to show any definition.
- Trying to cartwheels/handstands. I'm not made for it.
- Making a beautiful cheesecake that ended on the floor en route to the lunch.
- Tidying my wardrobe. It returns to being higgledy piggledy within a week.
Sometime, about a year ago, I suddenly started hating the tube. 2 minutes at a signal and I am freaking out.
To take my mind off things I begun writing lists, each inspired by my journey on the underground.
Showing posts with label Wasted hours of my life. Show all posts
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Friday, 15 July 2011
Wasted hours of my life
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