MY ABC's & 123's

So you may have noticed I am not good with numbers. This is an understatement, because myself and numbers are a bit like Warnie and his telephone. I try hard, relentlessly actually, but always seem to end up in the shit with them.   Shane Warne needs to put his mobile phone down and I need to leave numbers alone.

Some may have noticed that in the entry below I do not know how many days in a year there are. Okay I was a tad emotional when I wrote the below, but in all honesty even in a level headed state I get numbers back the front, upside down and arse up. Oh, look, Lara and I have something in common again, I think I've seen her in a mag in a dress that looked back the front, upside down and arse up. Or was her arse showing? Anyway I digress.  I am shite at numbers. Like dyslexics type letters in incorrect sequence I do it with numbers, so excuse my 356 days per year gaff, I meant 365. Or maybe I just mean three hundred and mumble mumble, cause its much safer that way.

On the bright side, it gives me another entry and I'm nearly back on track to ending the year with three hundred and mumble mumble posts. How many do I have left now I've written...what is it, six? Is there an accountant in the room? Thats a joke by the way, cause if there is you need to go, I am genetically programmed to dislike you. I having raging rows with them all, probably something to do with the whole maths inability, or it could be their personality, not sure.

Also, you may need to leave the room if you are offended easily, dislike animals, or don't want to hear about the vaginal weights, because trust me, that entry is nearing.  (I was going to write coming, but in my head I can't saying coming and vagina in the one sentence, what if I get hit by a bus tomorrow and this ends up being my legacy to the world, and thats all anyone remembers?!)  So patience my captive audience (I think I'm up to four) I will write about it, but I cant do it sans alcohol and its a school night.

On that note, must run, not actually on the treadmill. More like run a bath and hit the sack. Good night.