My Top 10 Events of the Day.

1. Smooth public transport run. Nothing grinds my gears quite like a delayed train...or for that matter a cancelled train. Or even one of those trains that never come and no one of any myki-metlink-connex importance notices. All very philosophical. If the train didn't come, was there ever a train in the first place?

2. The Up-and-Go I had on the Smooth Public Transport Run. I am not an overly large milk drinker. Infact, I would go as far as to say, I don't drink it at all. Except in tea. Anywho. Big M's make me wanna barf. HOWEVER. I thoroughly enjoyed the Strawberry Up-and-Go. Put a huge smile on my dial.

3. The Work Bitch. Not as in, the bitch at my work. The Work Bitch as in, the frenzied conversation about all girls evil and skanky and all boys dumb that has to occur the minute two girls are in the store. This usually happens when one of us hasn't seen the other in quite some time. Example: This morning.

4. My Mid-Morning Realisation. This was had by L and myself. I think we both found it not only endearing but also refreshing that we are not the only crazy creep girls out there. Boys beware.

5. H. I have not seen H in a while and I was very happy to see her today. She was rocking some fierce hair.

6. My Second Up-and-Go. The first one didn't quite get me all the way up and going. Come to think of it, the second didn't either. Sanitarium Marketing Squad? You should look into that.

7. The Storm! This was particularly exciting. Hail the size of golf balls! Screams. Sirens. Utter catastrophe. I enjoyed it immensely. A whole hour went by and I didn't even notice. I was too into the storm.

8. The Mother-Son duo from interstate that I listened to on the way home.
Mother: I just find it down right offensive. We live in a country where I should be able to say no and mean no. I shouldn't have some man off the street wipe down my windscreen.
Son: I know mum. Its bad. And it definitely wouldn't happen in Adelaide.

Oh god. Shut up.

9. My DVD Purchase.
Four seasons of The Hills and four seasons of Girls of The Playboy Mansion. Need I say more? Probably. Because both television shows kinda turn your brain to mush. Oh well. Mushy mush mush.

10. A Night To Myself.
I know, I know...I sound like the grandma of a spinster. But my tootsies can only handle that many nights in a pair of heels.