Thank god it's Monday

[motetus]

The less said about my weekend visit to my parents and the drama of the new wedding dress my control-freak mother has forced me to get, the better. Let's just say it involved me loudly announcing "Yes, I have small breasts and I like them exactly as they are!" to the whole Debenhams bra-fitting dressing room. But at least it ended in a truce of sorts, and I've cheered myself up by deciding to get bright pink shoes to go with it. Pink shoes and a green dress - it's either going to be awesome, or a disaster. And completely not what I'd usually wear, but I think I need to be more adventurous.

Enough of that now. Ladies and gentlemen, the most unkempt dog in the world:



I love her though, the daft smelly old girl. But she's the reason why my little photo session in the garden didn't yield many results - "Play ball with me! Play ball with meee!" Stupid dogs, they're so good at making you feel guilty.



Poppy head:





Bees are bloody annoying things to get in focus. It would have been far easier just to dress the dog up as a beedog.






My supervisor just emailed me telling me my lit review draft, the copy I sent him before cleaning up my very bad grammar and comma abuse, is "well and clearly written. " Hallucinogenic drugs on a Monday morning - I want to be a university lecturer too!

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[motetus.livejournal.com]

I don't need tea and cake as an excuse to draw naked Jedi, I just put that there so I don't look like a completely shameless slut. ;)

You have a kitty that plays fetch? That is the cutest thing ever. I don't know how you get any dissertating done with a creature like that around. You need a cat that gives you the "fuck off" look all the time - send Vader over to me, and I'll post you a cat that ignores you enough to let you get some work done. :D