Excited!

I'll start off with a bit of bad news... Our lovely Vitara failed it's MOT on something pretty major on Saturday. So it's getting fixed on Thursday, and having another MOT test on Saturday in Leeds. Hopefully it'll pass, because we kinda want to drive it up to Whitby for our posh 2-day spa thing at Raithwaite Hall.


CANT BLOODY WAIT!!

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#3 - Backwards systems in electronic times

Ed Sheeran (The only ginger dude I'd run away with) is playing a gig at Doncaster Dome sometime in November, and tickets are on sale through the website. So, giddy as schoolgirls, Paul and I rush online to get our tickets. Anxiously, we wait for the website to load, and patiently we search for where to book these tickets, eyes gleaming with glorious hope...

And then...

Then we're confronted by a page that basically has "Call Boxoffice" plastered over it. It's almost 10.30 at night, why the fuck, and how the fuck, are we meant to book tickets in a box office that isn't even fucking open?

Good grief, Dome, it's not 1996 anymore. Phoning somewhere to buy tickets is so insanely backwards. I wanna buy them online damn it. Sort your crappy system out.

Totally calling them in the morning through ;)

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#2: EXES.


an ex (plural is exes) is someone with whom a person was once associated. 

Meaning, what's in the past is in the past. An obvious one, no?

Well, you'd think so anyway. We've all been there - Compared our partners ex to ourselves, wondered who would win in any array of contests (Including, but not limited to, who can grow the best tomato plant) and felt down about the fact that you have no idea where to begin when growing tomatos. In fact, you have trouble remembering to water plants, becasuse you're too busy watching re-runs of Gossip Girl while being wrapped in a cloak of self-loathing and anGRRR.

Deprication aside, it's all too easy to get caught up in that shameful mindfuck, where you browse through your partners facebook photos of his ex, and it slaps you in the face. Yes, his ex is pretty, funny, intelligent and has a figure most women would justifiably kill their neighbours cat for, but fucking hell, SO DO YOU.

Alright, so I might not have the best figure, but that's not the point. The point is that while all of the above makes her kind of cool, she's not a threat. There's a reason he's with you and not her anymore, so maybe it's time to put down that tub of Ben & Jerrys, and focus on what you have now.

So, erm, long post short: Quit your whining you fuckwit. You have it damn good. 

xoxo

P.S... I stole your ice cream. Good luck getting it back ;)

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Number one (Of many to come):

My lightbulb situation - It confuses me. My ceiling light has just randomly gone out, however the bulb is perfect. The filament is intact. I've removed the bulb and put it back in and still nada. Why did it just go out, and why wont it work now?!?

(And to answer your ultimate question, it takes one girl and whoever responds to this post to change a lightbulb. But lets face it, you read but you dont respond! So I can say whateeeeever I want. Poopy.)

Such a rebel.