The Adventures of Geek Girl...Part 1

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Starting drawing a comic. Just a few wee sketches, nothing too serious yet. Thinking of starting a regular Geek Girl comic strip. Give me something to do in the long cold evenings. When Mr M isn't around to entertain/drive me insane.
So keep your eyes (and your oranges) peeled for The Adventures of Geek Girl.

Back off!!!

People don't seem to have a grasp on the very important concept of "personal space". I rather enjoy having my peronal space to myself. Hence the term "personal". The knowledge that I am not going to get a sweaty pit shoved in my face soothes me for some reason. So I have something to say to those (less face it) rude fuckers out there who put their Hitler hat on and invade the personal space of unsuspecting folks. We don't enjoy you brushing against us on the bus, standing far too close in a queue, or leaning over us at the bar when there is clearly space for all of us. We find this weird, uncomfortable and completely unecessary. I once had a woman basically mount me from behind trying to get served before me at my local. I felt completely justified in walking away and getting the barman to charge her for my drink. Least she could do. Fucker got to 2nd base.

I stood on a frog I swear...

Accidently farted in bed with Mr.M this morning. Tried to pass it off as loud ducks flying overhead. He didnt buy it. So...now I have to get him to fart in front of me. A lot. Had a couple of ideas on how to acheive this. One inolves force feeding him beans whilst he sleeps. The other includes a woopie cushion, a pencil and a lot of lube....

Drippling Gravy

I am currently the colour of gravy. Fake tan. Thank fuck it doesn't smell like gravy. Or I'd be curled up like my dog doing a bit of self loving.

Rinse and repeat

What's the deal with classic (and not so classic) films being re-made?
Why are franchises going on and on?
Is there no creativity and original thinking left in the movie making industry?
Pretty sure I saw a poster for Madagasgar 7 outside the cinema. Inside the cinema I watched a preview for "Stupid action movie 2" (can't remember its name). I'm sick of it. And if I'm sick of it, it means other people are sick of it. Or, of listening to me complain. Either way no-ones happy. So make NEW and ORIGINAL  films to entertain me please. Or a large ball of twine.

Boobs and Moobs

Jubbles. Bangers. Funbags. We've so many name for breasts. Most of them I've learnt from Gok Wan. Lately I've seen loads of women with huge boobs. Which is fine. What's not fine is the fact they are wearing really, really bad bras! Or in some cases...NO BRA. Their boobs end up down round their waist or look like they're lyng on their backs!! I used to have big boobs but I always made sure I had a good bra on. It was that or tuck them into my waistband. When I lost loads of weight lately I had to throw out something like 43 bras (I have an obssession with frilly undies). It was a sad day. Now every woman should own a decent bra (or in my case 43) that lifts and supports your jubblies. If they don't, you end up with tits that look like a pair of oranges in an old sock. Plus a good bra makes you look thinner (again according to Gok). Thats why I wear 3 at a time.