Random thoughts for 19/10

• Apparently Get Off Facebook and Pray is happening right now. I wonder if all those Christians are actually getting off Facebook and praying or if they're going off to surf.. Gizmodo or something [I was going to say porn, but I didn't want the almighty to zap me]

• One day, they'll organise for Diet Coke to be pumped directly into our veins so we don't have to go to the convenience store and hang out for it like addicts. Until that day we're not fully evolved as a society people. Bring on the Diet Coke IVs.

• Last month I hacked off hunks of my hair because it was annoying me [shock me, shock me shock me with your deviant behaviour!] and normally after I've done that, my hairdresser can spot it straight away.. did you CUT YOUR OWN HAIR? But he didn't say anything last month- I was wondering if I should attempt it again but I don't want him to yell at me. I live in fear of my hairdresser. What kind of way is that to live?

• Pigeons die with their feet up. Like cats.

• Coconat made up a term today which I just fell in love with and died over. Banter slut. That is seriously the most perfect and apt description I have ever heard. If you banter with everyone and you fall for people over it. That's what you are. A banter slut.

• If you're going to let Obama on Mythbusters at least let him blow up something. That is the whole point of Mythbusters.

• #Kanyeshrug!

• That's just nuts. How can my neighbour be going at it now?? It's 7:58! Cook dinner! Watch some tv. Do a crossword. Anything. Stop moaning.

• Speaking of sex [at 11:00 last night]:

Mush: He did WHAT.. he WHAT.. he ate her WHAT ... WHERE?.. WHAT?!
She: Do you feel better?
Mush: WHAT. NO. *splutter splutter

Sometimes I feel I should turn the conversations that I have with my friends into comic strips. Except that they would find out and kill me. But try playing mad libs with that one.
He [verbed] her [body part] at [something something location].

• I cannot stomach watching that Willow Smith video doing the internet rounds.. I just can't. Yes you whip your hair back and forth- go home- you're nine.

• And on a final note. I want it bad. I want it so bad. I would skin a hundred puppies for that gloss. Not real puppies of course. But *muffled sob! wtf. Okay, fine I'll trade in my soul for that collection. I would have no soul but my face would look great.