|Here's the offending item. Lord knows why it stuck|
in my head enough for me to wig out today.
The funny thing is that I couldn't justify spending £7 on a memory stick. Why? Because it seemed a lot of money to spend on something simply because it looked nice. Oh, it was a flowery design, I am a sucker for such things it would appear. No, it's not cheaper online.
|Aye, and we chose shit ones. Oh, there are a couple of|
good eggs in there, but my brother and his wife are two of
them and that was a bit stupid.
Tomorrow Tilly and the Girlie head out to see a play for the day, the Boy and I will no doubt head to McDonald's and then catch another showing of Episode VII. He likes it. I think I do too. Granted, it's no work of art and it is bordering on derivative but, missing much of the hype, I enjoyed it and it had a few more Feminist bits in it than the original trilogy (don't even get me started on the prequels) and so I can grant it a pass.
I can't complain, I got hugged without prompting as we finished charging on the way home. It came with an unbidden kiss too. My cup runneth over.
|The theory is accurately summed up here. It explains my|
bastion of humanity in the wastelands of semi-rationality
and attempted logic.
Objective logic is just male subjectivity.
|Reality has a habit of existing outside of|