on the weekend I...

made this peanut butter and chocolate slice or bars/slab/crack/however you want to cut it and eat it.



I recommend you make some too. They're really easy, full of natural ingredients (like two types of sugar, two types of butter, chocolate, and oats) and more addictive than crack.

Then you can cut it and photograph it and show it off.



Like so.

But be quick, or the plate will be empty before you make it back with your camera.

contains traces of nuts.

look! It's a monkey in a suit riding a goat.

(via BoingBoing)

dear man in the elevator,

you don't need to dash across to bang on the 'close door' button. by the time you make it over there and press on the button, the doors will start closing anyway.

informatively,

elaine

an idle thought

i don't think it's just facebook that's been responsible for my lack of blogging.



it's bloody google reader. i lost the sense of community i felt from doing the daily rounds and made it a less instant way for me to talk to you. i had to really feel het up enough to follow three links. aren't i lazy!

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So I don't think I've ever made a secret of the fact that I've spent time on a pscychologist's couch. I've also seen an otolaryngologist and a myotherapist.

One of the things we talked about was relationships. It seemed that I was, actually, doing it wrong. That I needed to start acting in a more transactional manner; I do this for you, you do that for me. If you stop doing things then I do too. That I should ask you to do things for me that it's easier to do myself just to keep the scales balanced.

This seemed, to me, so cold. But I can be good at following instructions, if I choose to be. So I did. Instead of feeling cared for and respected I felt nothing. Then I felt disgust.

I tried again. And the only thing that grew from those initial good feelings was the opposite.

And again. Nothing.

Now, after one more conversation, I think I understand. There is only one transaction. The rest is putting up with your demands and your crap whilst occasionally picking a fight to make you feel that I'm not. Then, one day, if I'm lucky, you might be generous enough to 'give me a baby'.

Those exact words. "I don't know what she gets out of it but one day I'll give her a baby"

It's nice to know my 'choices'.

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