Picture Perfect

I can't eat the stuff. It's terrible! disgusting! eugrh! EURGH EURGH EURGH! It smells gross, it tastes like puke, and its terrible. it makes me feel sick, really it does. that is all.

If I could be bothered, i'd write all my objections to dawkin's book, the god delusion, which i have finished. Fortunately for you, i'm not going to. 

 

The last word on Kingsmill: I dislike the bread. Much. It just isn't bread to me...

I still don't feel 100% (I was recently sickly, as many of you know) so have refused social requests (actually, there was only one...ooh, no, I had one this morning, make that two. The plural is correct. I really am that popular. OH YES!) for today. On the agenda for the rest of the evening is thus, one of the following: 

1) Write another article. Maybe write an article for my upcoming interview.
2) Start planning an event which is to take place about mid-October
3) I have volunteered to be on the organisation committee of the London ball, which means I don't need anyone to go with to it, because I am an organiser of it. Aha! Isn't that clever of me? I like to think so. Maybe I'll find someone willing to dance once I get there...of course, I don't actually dance, and by "dance" I mean have a drink or 3 with someone on a table on the side. If I must go to the dance floor, I shall remember to not wave my hands about in the air, that it just makes me look stupid and not cool (I'm so gonna be waving my hands in the air).
4) I happen to need to do some other administrative stuff.
5) Complete my uncontracted website project
6) Complete my contracted website project (this is taking far, far too long. I've sent an e-mail, made a phone call and had a face-to-face meeting with the client trying to convince them to give me their design plans for the next stage of the project. People tend to not care about design as long as it "looks good" but oh no, not these people. I spent a week making a website for them, the design of which they didn't like. They had particular plans in mind which they never made known to me until I had wasted away a week. Then they gave me very specific plans to implement. I am NOT wasting any more time just making anything, without direct approval from them. I would drop the project, but really need the cash as I plan to move out of my house ASAP. I have located a place already, but still need to make an "official" enquiry. To that end, I really hope I get this writing job...incidentally, it's a cross-communal magazine, very appropriate for in light of my recent discussion of tolerance with Nossie).
7) I could watch a DVD and get an early night.

Well, I get to choose between money (job related stuff), changing the world (political planning) or laziness (the DVD). We all know what I'm going to do, don't we?

I can change the damn world another day.
*puts in DVD.*

Why does Kingsmill bread smell like marmite?  I don't usually have these brand-name breads, instead, I (or other family members) buy breads from local bakeries, none of which smell of anything but cooked dough. 

Who, oh who, can explain all this?! :'(