Obviously I have nothing to do, or else I wouldn't be writing here already, right? (Or is that write, HAHAH - lame-o.)

We HAVE to start drinking recycled water here soon. It makes me so angry with the stupid QLD govt, if they'd been prepared for this we wouldn't have to start drinking our own sewage. It's like.. what goes in must come out... and then go in again, and come out again.. and then in again, out again.. an unnatural cycle of poo.

I broke my oath and did take a new photo. Guess which, haha. I look ghey. It's rather addictive this profile making, isn't it?

Oh, and for anyone who visits this profile and reads my journal - I am a real spelling Nazi. (Not a Nazi that spells; a person who hates bad English.) SO BE CAREFUL! One small error and you may just find yourself on the receiving end of an outraged dictionary message. (Which is a message from me about your grammar, not a message from an angry book.)

Just kidding.

Ok. I'm not taking any pictures with me in them until my hair grows back.

How short is it? Above my neck.

And it is not photogenic. Lol.

I have to resist the urge.

And watch tv.

Inspector Montalbano is on.