Totally shamelessly nicked from Sleepy Jane, who(m?) I have recently started reading. I love this meme.

Put your iPod (or preferred media player, WMP, in my case) on shuffle and complete the sentence with whichever song starts playing, it’s fun.

My alter ego is: Falling awake by The Parlotones
When I’m in the shower I sing: Name by Goo Goo Dolls
My day will be like: Heaven is of Honey by Einsturzende Neubauten
When I’m drunk I say: Lyre Of Orpheus by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Somewhere in my wedding vows I will include:  i wouldn’t believe your radio by Stereophonics
My makeout song is: I’m Only Human by The Parlotones (well, actually, this is an my writing song)
My deepest secret is: Beautiful by The Parlotones
Next time I’m in front of a crowd I’ll say: King Kong Kitchee Kitchee Ki-Mi-O by Nick Cave
Highschool was like: The Mercy Seat [Acoustic Version] by Nick Cave
At my funeral they will play: Die Befindlichkeit des Landes by Einstürzende Neubauten
If I reached the top of mount everest I would scream: Z.N.S. by Einstürzende Neubauten
My ultimate song for dancing is: Kontroll på kontinentet (live) by Kaizers Orchestra (completely and utterly spot on. Now, if only I can find a suitable dance spot that will actually play Kaizers)
What makes me happy is: Zebulon by Einsturzende Neubauten
To cheer myself up I: Along The Way by DeVotchKa
The best thing about me is: Moment by Kaizers Orchestra
I’ll have a good day if I can just hear:  Flugufrelsarinn by Sigur Rós
My last words will be: Undone by DeVotchKa
My best friend is like: There Is a Kingdom by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
What I did last night was: Apokalyps meg by Kaizers Orchestra
My theme song is: Jack the Ripper [Acoustic Version] by Nick Cave
The story of my life is: Overexposed by The Parlotones
At my wedding they will play: Svefn-g-englar by Sigur Rós
My favourite thing to do is: Movement One (Songs of Immigration in Voi-La Minor): God-Like by Gogol Bordello
Happiness is: 170 (live) by Kaizers Orchestra
I often think about: Solar System by The Parlotones
My best friend always says: Beauty by Einstürzende Neubauten
This is what I want to be when I grow up: A Box for Black Paul by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
My biggest fear is: Souvenir by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
This is how I feel today: Rullett by Kaizers Orchestra

Most of these are actually spot on, if you know the songs. The titles, however, do not always makes sense

I have come to the conclusion that Latrinia (Goddess of ablutions) must really, really hate me. Either that, or the husband did something to piss her off *grin*.

Every single house we have lived in since we moved in together has had some kind of issue with the ablutions. It doesn’t matter what we do, or what condition the house is in when we move into it, I guarantee you that within days, nay minutes after signing the paperwork making it ours, the flippen toilet will start leaking. And it is not as if we are particularly malicious creatures, or abuse the toilets in any way whatsoever.

I have been thinking recently (blame me reading Bridget Jones when it is so 8 years ago) that possibly this is why we continuously have money problems. The leaky toilet must be in our financial sector, which is why we continuously haemorrhage money left right and centre.

Our current home is no different. And, of course, our bedroom leads straight into our bathroom, with no door protecting us from the wrath of Latrinia, so every night, I go to sleep to the gentle drip-drip-drip of our lovely loo.

Additionally, the damn flusher keeps giving in, so we now have to resort to lifting the lid to the bowl and manually manoeuvring the flusher until it has cleared the bowl. This, I can honestly tell you, is simply not a fun thing to go through.

Now, I am not sure if I should erect a shrine to Latrinia (heaven alone knows what kind of goodies to sacrifice to such a goddess), get an exorcist or hire a feng shui expert to get this sorted out. Because, goodness knows, a friggen plumber hasn’t helped thus far.

I hate the idea of leaving a blog stranded and abandoned. I also dislike not having somewhere public for the memery and things I get tagged for, because those things just do not belong in my writing blog. Or in Electric bunnies.

So, I guess this means there is a need for this blog again.