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Well, recently I became a mother. If you just started rushing out to get cards and gifts by all means keep rushing (especially the gifts). BUT it was to a baby rabbit.

Some of the responsibilities are the same - cleaning, caring, cuddling et al. However, I was slightly confused when the man of the house arrived home with a form he was made to sign before taking bunny home. It's a rabbit, I used to breed them. Back in the day you could just buy one, then transport it home. No forms, no signing nessasary.

When has made me wonder, why do parents get away so easily? I'm pretty sure the hospital doesn't screeds of paper for parents to sign.

Lets try it, really lets. Because some people quite frankly shouldn't be able to keep children.
It's just sick. Children aren't pets, they aren't to be kept in cages not should they be subjected to treatments you wouldn't subject your dog to.

I grab one of my friendly local newspapers (Otago Daily + Southland times) and there it is - a pregnant woman who beat her son so badly he had internal ear bruising. She's complaining because she has 6 kids to a fomer husband and pregant to another person. Well here's a thought..

Keep your legs closed next time.

Also on my regular news check stuff.co.nz - the headline Doped-up mum’s road picnic with kids
Doped up on valium? 2 children, On methadone programme since 1995, really good mix.

"She sat down to eat with the children on the median strip, causing concerned McDonald's staff to call the police."

And then there's the other recent case of a German girl, who according to a tip-off may have been locked up for 9 years.

I'm no supernanny, but locking your kids away? You may have some things to learn.

So everyone, you may rest safe at night knowing that I have legally agreed to care for my pet correctly. Pity some parents didn't get the memo.

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I've got a confession to make, I'm boring.

There I said it.

31? 31?

I only have 31 followers.

31 people people think I am interesting enough to subscribe to my tweets.

I had 45.

I more I lose people, the less motivation I have to tweet.

I mean I don't want to be too general "just hanging out" "watching tv"

Flip, but I don't want to be too neiche.

As with my previous post on Verbalis diarreais, some people (and we all know someone) who discloses way to much. And twitter just gives them an excuse to do this...on the internet.

Should I just send my twitter acount to the big cyber graveyard in the sky?

Any sugestions on getting to be more interesting

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It's all lie, lies I tell you

Sometimes people really make things up, but pretend they didn't.
What they think is a foolproof excuse, actually just insults your intellegence.
It must've happened to you..

I didn't forget about you (oh really?)
I've been meaning to call you (as above)
I was just thinking about you (oh really? just trying to telepathically transmit the email you haven't sent me)
I'll just take your number again (bull you have my number)
What's your last name again? (I don't even know what he was trying to achieve with that one?)
I was just hanging out with them
No, no, of course we're not involved (you just decided to go over to their house at 7 am to say hello, then leave shortly after. And co-incidently didn't change your clothes that morning?)


More to come. Has this ever happen to you?

Breaking up is so very hard to do

So, a girl (namely me) walks into a framing store. To look for a frame or a quote and the like.

The staff member gives a polite hello, to which I reply hello. Then I hear a less than polite "hello?" to which I look up to. It's an ex boyfs flatmate.

Does he really think he has the right to demand my attention in the same way a friend would.

My answer is no.

My logic is break up with the boy, break up with the friends.

Unless of course you have the friends first, or you have something more in common than the boy in question.

In this case, we never talked unless I was around at their house.

So no (metaphorical) love lost really.

Anyone else got an akward face off you'd like to share?

What are your rules?

This just in

STOP THE PRESS!
Change the layout of the front page.
Reshuffle the story order.
Send out the journalists.

Sienna Miller burnt her cleavage.

Oh cruel cruel world.

Tv 3 news last night ran the thrilling item on the topic of Miss Millers bust.

Don'tget razzed, I do know my news values. And there is a place for TMZ, NW. But please don't take my news.

Please.

This is for you random idiot

Somepeople are not too bright.

So, the flat is having problems with the wireless internet. It's whoosh so problems are nothing new. (This is a company where the customer knows the problem before the person on the end of the phone, and the company denies that they have acess in that city despite the person being a customer for 2 years)

We try search for our network. Insted we find a network called "[Female first name's]computer".

Someone wouldn't be as stupid as to put their username and password as the same thing would they?

Oh yes they would.

That's one level below not even securing at all.

Fools.

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Forget swine flu, the worse disease doing the rounds is actually verbal diarrhea.


Verbal diarrhea v. From the latin words Verbalis diarrheais

Over-zestuous (often inappropriate) statements about ones personal life.
Symptoms of Verbalis diarreais: Blank looks from co-workers, social alienation and gossip.
Particularly prevelent (although no limited to) intoxicated persons.

We all have our confidents - close friends we can share our dirty little secrets with.

But WE do not need to know about your nasty fetishes, your sexual tendancies, or who you slept with in the weekend.

Anyone who has ever taken communications (many degree programmes) will now that communication can't be taken back.

The work place is somewhere we all want friends, but telling your co-workers (or in my case classmates) isn't the way to get them.

If we overheard you waxing lyrical about your what you like the bedroom it's not going to be forgotton.

There's "don't screw the crew" as a catch phrase - Any ideas for a over-personal confession one?