handwriting meme


A Conversation with a Co-Worker

A coworker sidled up to me:

CW: I think you have a Secret
Me: What?
CW: I think, and I’m not the only person in the office who thinks this, that you have a secret.
Me: Bu-
CW: don’t worry, it’s a happy secret!
Me: but I don’t have a secret ?
CW: No, no, that you DO have a secret
Me: I don’t think I do … what do you think it is?
CW: Hmm. I’ll disperse clues
Me: Ah! No!

I’m thinking, naturally, oh christ they think I’m pregnant. Damn. But before I can interrogate, said Co-Worker slinked off to one of the other offices and returned a few minutes later:

CW: Do you want a clue?
Me: Yes! Please!
CW: It involves …. restraints.

And then the Co-Worker just walks away. Leaving me furrowed brow and confused lips at my desk.

I’m pretty sure that more than one person in this darling little office thinks I’m in to BDSM.

(thankfully I find this amusing)

Note: I think this has to do with my prediliction for dark jewellery, pencil skirts, and vertiginous heels. I’m not swanning about in leather with handcuffs hanging next to my ID card or anything. In case you wondered.

There is a land called Passive Aggressiva & I am their Queen …

Why I am Annoying:

February 2007
My writing is the (snarky) Black Pen*

These are the things you find when you accidentally** delete ALL your photos off your MacBook then promptly panic and download them ALL*** from Flickr and then have to use the iPhoto autosplit magic to organise them in to sets because, lord knows, they cannot just sit in the programme with no semblance of order****.

A caveat: I was very annoyed. The blue pen writing belongs to a co-worker I was less than fond of, and she was making a big fat deal about her personalisation of a shared desk. Sigh.
She was lucky I didn’t start on the X of thanks.

* I only ever use black pen. It’s a thing.
** Yes I am an idiot.
** Around Six THOUSAND photos.
*** Ahh my slight ocd rears it’s delightful little head.

Tattoo: Ewww Edition


This is my Rose Tattoo 5 days into the healing process.
Yes. It itches. A lot. No, I do not scratch it. Yes. this is EXTREMELY annoying.

(Shh, Mum, it is still totally worth it)


But more than anything else, it reminds me of this:


Ironic really, as it’s the result of an addition to my personal colour scheme.

(cute notepad from http://www.nutandbee.com)

Word of the Day: Purlicue


Word of the Day: Purlicue


1. The space between the extended forefinger and thumb.
2. A flourish or curl at the end of a handwritten word. Also known as curlicue.
3. A discourse, especially its summarizing part.

I heart wordsmith.org

Silver lining?

My darling sister is AT THIS MOMENT* somewhere between Hong Kong and Auckland.

She is coming home to attend our grandmother’s funeral (we pick her up tomorrow morning!**) and because she is an adorable little inconvenience Craig and I have had to relegate our luxurious dressing room slash upstairs lounge to her, I presume, bag full of dirty laundry (she has been gone for some months now) and sleepy little head.

As such I have had to remove all my day to day necessities from that room and place them strategically around the room Craig and I currently inhabit. (It is frankly distressing how much I consider to be “necessities”***). Oh, he will just lovelovelove it when I turn the light on at 5:30am to straighten my hair, he normally sleeps until after 6:20am. Silly man.

I am finding this to be an incredibly boring job. And! Noone else is home to notice just how ridiculously lazy I am being so, in the last hour alone I have:

1. Watched 3 makeup tutorials on youtube.
2. Synced my iPhone so I have new podcasts to listen to while I get on with cleaning (ha).
3. Iced my cupcake tattoo using a fuchsia sharpie.
4. Reshaped my eyebrows (hooray for makeup tutorials)
5. Spent too too long on Twitter.
6. Realised my list was much longer than 140 characters.
7. Decided to post on this darling website!
8. Written this extraordinarily pointless post.
9. Sigh. Decided to actually tidy the room.

* I’m guessing.
** New Zealand Winter Time starts tonight. We might show up an hour early or an hour late or just on time. Who can say?
*** Copper Boom!

Quote of the Day (so far)

We opened presents with my Darling London Sister on Skype. And naturally, the video was playing up (with 10.25 million people online? it’s understandable.) so we had to explain every thing we were opening. Painting word pictures.

Sarah: And I just gave Craig a leather strap bracelet. It’s real leather, sorry Charlotte.
Charlotte-the-vegetarian: You make the baby Jesus cry.
Sarah: Nuh-uh! Jesus was totally into Leather … Woah. That came out wrong.