"Ahh"

I've been sitting on this chair long enough that my bum has started to hurt (slightly more on the left than the right). And I just noticed my toenails are way over due for a trimming, and so is my hair, and my fingernails look like they get cut with a meat cleaver, and my legs are hairy, my make up is smudged and my feet are dirty from walking out on the balcony.
I.am.so.comfortable.right.now.
And now, Ryan has told me we're going for dinner. I have to leave this chair? Good God.

Oh wow, I really dislike the amount of flies this summer has produced. It's really disgusting to be halfway through a sentence and a fly lands in the corner of your mouth, or eye, or any other sensitive moist place on your body; God, scabs are the worst. And you feel dirty, like the reason you attract these flies is because you have bad personal hygiene, but then you feel better when you look around and notice the trillion flies attacking your friend. Yeah....Summer is fun.

Oh, and what's with all the hoo-ha about Halloween? Did we know that Halloween is an American holiday, and that here in Australia, if you knock on some one's door and ask for candy, you get raped?
That may have been a slight over exaggeration, but you catch my drift. (I suppose it's just an excuse for some one to have a party, and for people to go to that party and get drunk and have sex etc. etc.) But even in America, little kids get drugged and raped and kidnapped and murdered because they knock on the rapist/kidnapper/murderers door in their cute pumpkin outfit with slightly revealing sleaves and say "TRICK OR TREAT!". It's a paedophiles dream; instead of inticing kids into his van with candy, the kids come and ask the paedo for candy at their front door.....in a costume.
Oh, now that would be the true horror of Halloween; your child getting taken by some creep.
But I suppose if your child is 16 and in a slutty nurses outfit, there are some factors to be questioned in this equation...