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this week i are bin mostly getting stung by jellyfish. no, really. bastards.
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this week i are bin mostly getting stung by jellyfish. no, really. bastards.
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» The Onosecond
when gaydar goes wrong
I went through a phase of fancying gay guys, before I worked out that I did, in fact, have gaydar and more importantly, could use it. One of these was a lad we shall call Mark, who I met during RAG week in my second year of uni and subsequently decided I fancied. We swapped numbers and occasionally saw each other around, stopped to chat and so forth. One morning while waiting outside a lecture I texted him asking if he fancied meeting up that evening for a beer. His reply: "Sorry, but I'm going out with Pride this evening, can we make it another day?" 'Pride,' said my brain. 'As in Gay Pride. Bugger and wank...'
I texted my friend Jo to tell her of my misfortune. "It's happened again... 'My' fresher has turned out to be gay!" Except I didn't send it to Jo, did I? Oh no.
(Sun 29th May 2005, 3:22, More)
when gaydar goes wrong
I went through a phase of fancying gay guys, before I worked out that I did, in fact, have gaydar and more importantly, could use it. One of these was a lad we shall call Mark, who I met during RAG week in my second year of uni and subsequently decided I fancied. We swapped numbers and occasionally saw each other around, stopped to chat and so forth. One morning while waiting outside a lecture I texted him asking if he fancied meeting up that evening for a beer. His reply: "Sorry, but I'm going out with Pride this evening, can we make it another day?" 'Pride,' said my brain. 'As in Gay Pride. Bugger and wank...'
I texted my friend Jo to tell her of my misfortune. "It's happened again... 'My' fresher has turned out to be gay!" Except I didn't send it to Jo, did I? Oh no.
(Sun 29th May 2005, 3:22, More)
» Useless Information
factage, mm.
Since I have a million of these, let's start with my (second) favourite word: prosopagnosia, the disorder in which it becomes physiologically impossible to recall or recognise someone's face.
Can you tell I'm a psych/neuroscience student?
(Sat 19th Mar 2005, 10:46, More)
factage, mm.
Since I have a million of these, let's start with my (second) favourite word: prosopagnosia, the disorder in which it becomes physiologically impossible to recall or recognise someone's face.
Can you tell I'm a psych/neuroscience student?
(Sat 19th Mar 2005, 10:46, More)
» Claims to Fame
i'm so famous i had to emigrate
Well, alright, that's a total lie. But let's see...
I was born on the same day as Radio Cornwall started, and when I was about four the BBC phoned my parents and asked if I wanted to be on air lisping "Happy Birfdy Radio Cornwall!" My parents, ever greedy for fame, decided that yes, I would do this. They didn't count on me clamming up in the studio and refusing to speak to anyone for the rest of the day.
Also, I had highly localised fame at my university where I was known as the Union's "Dancing Barmaid." I thought it was all a figment of my imagination until a total stranger came up to the bar after a uni holiday and went "Dancing Barmaid! You're back!" Which was nice.
(Fri 25th Feb 2005, 7:35, More)
i'm so famous i had to emigrate
Well, alright, that's a total lie. But let's see...
I was born on the same day as Radio Cornwall started, and when I was about four the BBC phoned my parents and asked if I wanted to be on air lisping "Happy Birfdy Radio Cornwall!" My parents, ever greedy for fame, decided that yes, I would do this. They didn't count on me clamming up in the studio and refusing to speak to anyone for the rest of the day.
Also, I had highly localised fame at my university where I was known as the Union's "Dancing Barmaid." I thought it was all a figment of my imagination until a total stranger came up to the bar after a uni holiday and went "Dancing Barmaid! You're back!" Which was nice.
(Fri 25th Feb 2005, 7:35, More)