I was having a lovely day. It's beautiful outside, I've been emailing with this chick, that chick, another chick, oh and these blokes, I'm wearing a beautiful brand new floaty pink skirt (assymetrical, cotton and cut on the bias), and I had the Breakfast of Champions (read: tea and half a block of Cadbury Breakaway).
Then. THEN. During the course of some emailings, I was reminded of my aborted attempt to sign up for audblog a couple of weeks ago. I mean, it'd be so cool to actually chat with you guys in an Aussie accent, specially since they're offering a free trial.
But because of my previous attempt, it seems to think I'm already a member when I didn't even provide a PIN last time... and it's fucking me riiiight off.
Blasted bloody mongrel drongo piece of technology (and believe me... that sounds so much better in my Steve Irwin/Muriel's Wedding accent). Way to ruin my Sunday!
Chase, you wouldn't have heard of a drongo cos you're not an Aussie :D. A drongo is just an 'Eediot, Stimpy,' pure and simple.
As in, "Get off the grass! You'd be a drongo to miss this hooley!". Translated: "You gotta be fucking crazy if you say you're gonna miss this gig..."
Kirstie: you're always welcome to cuss here. I should put up my Bitchypoo button..
Harv: I'm tryin', I'm tryin'! ;)
My one audblog sounds like I'm on drugs. I can't even begin to explain my accent. Southern Bell meets Ghetto Chick?
I had problems with them too though. Maybe I'll do one tomorrow since I'm busy taking all sorts of pictures for everyone. Nothing raunchy requested yet.. thank god.