You're an Expert Kisser
You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity.
You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off.
And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave.
When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable.
What Kind of Kisser Are You?
And I can see this being a completely frantic five weeks. 18 hours of class time each week, with readings set for between classes. Suddenly it doesn't look so fun to have all the classes and labs compressed into the mornings of Tuesday-Thursday, but it's also unavoidable. There are no other times available, and as it was I was lucky to be able to shift two hours off to Mondays. Still leaves me doing between four and seven hours of class work those three days, and running around like a headless chook into the bargain.
I'm so glad I don't crack under pressure.
In the course of my travels through Auckland today, I managed to get a flat tyre. Being the resourceful soul that I am, I changed it myself. In the course of changing it, sometime around three in the afternoon, I dropped the bluetooth headset for my phone.
On arriving home, a couple of hours later, I realised that said headset was missing. On returning to the scene, it was discovered lying, intact, on The Strand in Parnell, exactly where I'd stopped, and entirely unscathed - three hours after first being dropped. That it wasn't picked up, or driven over, is somewhere to the right of miraculous, given the usual volumes of traffic on The Strand. I'm sure that the fact that today's a public holiday had something to do with it.
Seems rather an appropriate opening post for the oh-six. Combines my pet topics of glaring stupidity, fire, and explosives.
Where do these people come from? At what point does the alcohol begin to say "Let's fuck around with flares"?
Distress flares are, as their name suggests, for use when you are in distress. Being pissed as a newt doesn't constitute being in distress, and what one would be seeking in that situation are revelry flares. Or maybe blow-my-stupid-head-off flares. Either will do.
Hopefully these idiots will be charged and given the maximum penalties available under law. And, similarly, I hope that the Principal Rural Fire Officer will exercise his authority and seek to recover costs. Such moronic behaviour cannot be allowed to go unpunished.
Oh, yeah, and happy new year
Went and saw Narnia this afternoon. Very good movie.
The first 30-odd minutes, though, was somewhat ruined by a group of teenagers in the same aisle who were whispering to each other about the paedophilia connotations of Lucy's first venture through the wardrobe and her meeting with Mr Tomnus (sp?).
After about 15 minutes of this, I finally got sufficiently pissed off that I hissed "Would you mind shutting the fuck up?". And they did. For the rest of the movie. I was quite impressed, since I didn't get any back chat or even a dirty look - at least, not one that I saw. It's nice to know there are some young people out there who can do as they're told.
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