Day: April 12, 2004

damn damn damn

Gah. My mum kept me on the phone so long there’s no WAY I can get to down to Waterfront quick enough to meet up with the EGL party. *sighs* I need to go downtown anyways today, but I don’t know how good my chances are of meeting up with them as I haven’t the foggiest clue was to where they’re going. Ah well. I’ll leave the house in costume in any case. Perhaps some luck will come my way.

well. I certainly want one

Multi-coloured chicks for Easter

Brightly coloured chicks at a farm in Alaska

The dye comes off as the chicks grow new feathers

A farm in the northern US state of Alaska has given Easter egg decoration a whole new meaning.

Triple D Farm and Hatchery, in Palmer, injects the eggs with dye to produce multi-coloured baby chicks.

Children visiting the farm in the run-up to Easter were met with more than 400 orange, red, green, purple, pink and blue chickens and ducks.

cause the measuring tape was broken, right?

oooh. So annoying. Someone sent me an e-mail regarding my musecube site telling me to take down the page because I was obviously lying about my measurements. Like to see THEM find clothes that fit those numbers.

“No-one is stupid enough to believe that. Either put your real measurements or take down this farce of a ‘modelling’ page.

The industry wants Mary-anne from Gilligans island ugly; not half-dead dog off the street ugly. “

EDIT:

after more from false addresses, with more detail, I’m pretty willing to believe that odd girl just has time on her hands this evening. Any ideas as to why she doesn’t just send straight to my in-box?

I went to meet   straight from work and was still twenty minutes late. I can’t believe the technology running the website doesn’t somehoe involve banging rocks together.

Sanctuary was alright. It’s never amazing, but there were people I was happy to see.   was there and looking pretty, which has to be a good sign. *grinning* There were two rooms and for that cover was an extra three dollars. I’m very certain it wasn’t worth it, but it was something to do? There was a fellow dancing in the smaller room I appreciated. He looked like an ecologist who’d wandered in my mistake.  I mostly stayed in the smaller room myself. In there they played 80’s music. How they found 80’s music that goths wouldn’t dance to is puzzling, but not one of the great mysteries of the universe. Why   wouldn’t dance even to the Ghostbusters themesong apparently is. Any takers for that one? I’m too tired to think on it myself. Crow caught the same bus I was riding and keeping up with him took the very last of my energy. He was telling me about a friend of his who’d he’d been discussing my previous post with. Apparently his friend is suggesting banging me upside the head and dragging me off by the hair to a cave somewhere.

Silly boys.

We agree, though, that I’m doing it again. My disruption of people’s lives seems on full again. Maybe this means I’ll have a life again soon too?