I think I’ve seriously borked up the comments on my site. All y’all homies try leaving a test comment? Especially if you’ve never left a comment here before, because I think that’s where the problem lies. If you can’t leave a comment, kindly email me at jeb at tastes like drunk dot com and I’ll […]

Adam and I have now escaped from our Fitness Farce memberships and, rather sensibly, joined the gym closest to our place, which is also a lot cheaper. At the new gym, the treadmills are stuck in the window like a shop display - I get to show off my arse to everyone absently wandering past […]

Well, it’s been somewhat of a long weekend - no work for me last Friday or today. I’m not completely skiving, though - Friday was sick leave, and today was a day of “education” at a local “learning centre”.
Friday saw my final traipse out into the dodgy locale of Penrith - not actually a suburb […]

I’m currently messing around with the back end of my site under Henry’s reassurance that upgrading WordPress isn’t as tormenting as it sounds, so things may appear a bit odd for a few hours. Hopefully, my true identity as a 19 year old schoolgirl won’t be revealed by accident during this time.
Update: okay, I’m all […]

1. Diet Coke was featuring a contest over the last few weeks - “Win the Life of an X-Factor Contestant!” In retrospect, this would seem to be either an ill-advised investment by Coke’s marketing team; or an incredibly well-planned piece of quasi-existential art (ie, it would now seem that everyone is a winner).
2. We […]

Incredibly rare that I’m awake and blinking the sleep out of my eyes this early on a Sunday morning, but it’s a special, violent occasion! The big Kostya Tszyu fight is on pay per view this morning, so Adam and I have a few mates coming around to watch. Now the challenge is to resist […]