tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71265293312028961572012-01-31T09:23:38.124ZNikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15738838934333589641noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126529331202896157.post-67898434899589297072007-07-19T09:02:00.001+01:002007-07-19T09:02:37.651+01:00Okay DRAWED does not exist. It's DREW, people!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126529331202896157-6789843489958929707?l=misomaniacal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15738838934333589641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126529331202896157.post-58419167807548893212007-07-17T21:55:00.000+01:002007-07-17T21:57:54.381+01:00Considering my status as a hater-of-all-things, I am a surprisingly jolly soul. So I think I'm going to add another side to my blog: what is keeping me in this jolly frame of mind.<br />So, what's keeping me smiling today?<br />Stewie Griffin.<br />Can't beat the kid.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126529331202896157-5841916780754889321?l=misomaniacal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15738838934333589641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126529331202896157.post-53080269356540798792007-07-17T21:39:00.000+01:002007-07-17T21:50:12.275+01:00There are many things I hate, as you will come to see. Featuring largely amongst these things are grammatical errors, people (particularly those with low IQs), lack of manners, and people leaving the washing-up IN THE SINK.<br />But what's really grating on me today are people that stand in my way. Well I'm not <em>so</em> egotistical that I only dislike people that stand in <em>my</em> way, but let's be honest. If they insist in being in someone's way, then I'd rather it be someone else's.<br />So there I am watching the boy play football when the team next using the pitch turn up and stand IN FRONT OF ME. Can I see? No. Do they know this? YES. One of them turns and smiles at me apologetically. And there they still stand. A sorry-ass smile is not enough for me, boy! As if adding insult to injury, a couple of them light up. *cough cough, choke choke* Yes? Yes what is it? Am I choking? Oh it seems so. Not so subtly I huff and move over. Then they move over so that they are back again blocking my view, breathing their foul smoke all over me. I move again. They follow. Am I a particularly attractive human? Do I smell enchanting? Can they not stand to be more than a metre away from me? Well I <em>do</em> apologise! I didn't realise this. In future I'll do my level best to smell bad so that I actually am allowed to exist in comfort.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126529331202896157-5308026935654079879?l=misomaniacal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15738838934333589641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126529331202896157.post-82559800591743268622007-07-17T21:06:00.000+01:002007-07-17T21:07:27.885+01:00Some days don't you feel like you just hate everything?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126529331202896157-8255980059174326862?l=misomaniacal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15738838934333589641noreply@blogger.com0