kronsch

Kronsch doesn't mean anyhing, much like the points that I'm going to write:

*I don't want to work today. Kitchenware sucks. If I wanted to spend the day with a bunch of ladies in their 50's, I would have stayed at home with my mum.

*According to the West a reputable source indeed, a man in Latvia cut off his penis as part of a drunken bet. It got reattached which proves that Latvian doctors are good at sewing... or something.

*I still haven't recieved my seasons 1 through 5 of the Gilmore Girls, which is incredibly sad because the last few days I have been looking up everytime a vehicle passes my house in hope. I have also grumped every half-hour about 'my dvds. I want my dvds.'

*Uni's back on Monday. Which is oddly enough the only day I have uni this week, but sshh! don't tell work!

*Still waiting for my tax return of ultimate goodness...

*Kirstin's party tonight. Should be fun and stuff. Yay! dressy-uppy party!

* Tomorrow I'm playing mixed netball with some people from work. Never mind the fact that I scorn netball and I can't remember how to play. It's for the funny factor of seeing guys from work play netball. One of the guys in the team is quoted as having said, "I've never even seen a game of netball" Hilarity ensues.