Somethin' For Da Haterz...

Here are a whole bunch of photos of me. Because I'm not going to let some moron the inability to spell correctly make me feel bad about myself because he wants to call me a "fat bitch".

Here is the photo that drew the comment:

Yep, fat bitch being eaten by a dinosaur. Cos nothing else is big enough to eat me. Rawr!

In this one, I'm drinking away my sorrows, because I just can't cope being a fat bitch.

Look, an almost full body shot of my fat bitchness.

This is me as a fat bitch zombie.

How about a recent photo. Taken yesterday, just moments after I dyed my fat bitch hair. I'd hate to be noticed, just in case someone saw how fat I was.

And here is my big fat bitch arse. Which "Edward" can kiss.

(Actually, it's not my arse, I can't get the camera around there to take a photo of my arse, but it kinda looks like my arse.)

If the haters think they're going to shame me by calling me a fat bitch, or insulting me in any other way... well, let's just say they've got as much chance as my arse has of ever being thin.

Sixth of the Sixth

Another cute meme I found on Adorably Distracted today.  This one is to go to my 6th picture folder, then post the 6th picture in that folder, and explain.

So mine is:

Which gives me a happy, because any excuse to post a picture of a shirtless William McInnes is a really good thing!

For those of you who don't know me very well, I am possibly William's biggest fan.  Well, other than my lovely friend Barb in Florida.  I have been a fan of William since I was about 17 or something, and I saw him in A Country Practice.  His character married Kate the Ranger, and she had lots of babies breath in her hair.  Then it was Snowy, Blue Heelers, SeaChange (which the picture above is from) and beyond.  Will is so used to me turning up to every event he is at in Brisbane that he greets me with familiarity now.

And yes, I am the person who blogs over at William Watch.

Maybe you can do a blog post of the sixth photo from the sixth folder in your pictures.  Or tell me about your favourite actor.

My Dice with Death - Part 2

Well I'm not dead. I had really hoped to wake up this morning as Spiderwoman, but no, I still need my glasses, am not all buff and fit, and can't shoot web from my wrists (which I am REALLY disappointed about).

However, I have a little festery wound (about 5mm long, 2mm wide) where the two puncture marks were, and it's REALLY sore. No swelling or soreness on the rest of the finger, but that little spot does really hurt far more than I think it should.

Here look:



Now it's not very big but since I took this photo it has got more... yucky and as I said, it's very sore. I'm no wuss with pain, I've been tattooed three times.

I hope it isn't one of those spider bites that rots and then you get gangrene until you have to have your finger chopped off. Yeah thanks Kerri for your Facebook comment to put THAT idea in my head.