miss_peachy

Ah, another successful halloween party at The Ric! Thanks so much to everyone who came along dressed up so hard-out, my sock have been 100% rocked off. For photos please proceed in an orderly fashion to my FB or Marsden's photo page, and feel free to pester slothphil  for more, I know he has some good ones. And thanks especially to the people who helped me clean up, shift my couches, vacuume the months-worth of crap off the floor and stop the stereo from giving people electric shocks.
Oh, finally - lost and found. I have in my possesion:
1 revlon pink lipgloss
1 raver bracelt with the soft uv glowing spikey things
1 red pitchfork
1 pirate hook
1 bunch fake pink flowers

This party tends to mark the official Summer at The Ric period, when the parties are plentiful and we crack out J's pimpin' paddle pool, so watch this space!

I knew I couldn't be the only furry sympathiser. This cartoon captures a sentiment I was beginning to doubt anyone else felt. I'm not the biggest surfer of teh mighty blarg-o-sphere (LJ is about my limit), but I'll admit that the seemingly unanimous Hatred of the Furries had me curious from the beginning. I had kinda put it down to some kind of massive internet dispute or something that I didn't get, maybe Sims or WOW was involved, I don't know.
Anyway.
Looking forward to tonight, but not sure how to avoid freezing my ass off. Who's stupid idea was it to theme a party hawaiian, anyway?
Oh well, have pineapple, will party!

Yay! I have *another* job interview today! :D

Boo! I'm sick! :(

This job is as a recptionist at the riccarton dental clinic about 5 mins walk from my place. Totally mint. I have another interview next week and as of yet I have no preference, I guess it depends on the pay, people etc.

Thank god, I was starting to wonder what was wrong with me.

This moring I finished American Gods by Neil Gaiman, which is totally fantastic and I recommned to all, especially those with a love of culture, religion, philosophy, mystery, and excellent writing. It turned out that the unfortunate spoiler I encountered had no detrimental effects to my overall enjoyment of the book, so that was lucky.

The forecast for tonight is for beer, metal, freezing rain and snow, woollen stockings, big fat shit-kicking boots and whole bunch of painkillers. Oh, and if previous Dillworth parties are any kind of yardstick, probably king_richard's infamous monster cock.

And now, for my final trick, I will get out of bed and shower!