Women talk three times as much as men...

Women talk three times as much as men, does this apply to writing too? I'm guessing the answer is yes. I like to talk so sit down and listen. Beetch.

I'm having one of those rare delights - a completely lazy day. Though, I use the term 'delight' in the sense of 'something that wants to make you slowly pull your hair out with boredom but pure lethargy prevents you from actually getting off the sofa and doing anything worthwhile'. I've countless essays to do, presentations and lines to learn but alas and yonder, I'm sitting on here watching the beauties on Jezza Kyle (it makes me feel somewhat better about the state my life is in).

I'm currently drawing near the end of my second year at university and this both scares and excites me to the core (I'm too useless to choose which). I'm currently torn between whether it's worth my while doing an extra course after I finish or accepting my fate and donning the McDonald's outfit with pride and glory (no offence to anyone who works at McDonald's - I just don't think the colour's quite me!).

Actually, scrap that! I just googled McDonald's uniforms to see what they look like (seeing as pride has long prevented me scoffing their cow-burgers) and found this...



Sexy, eh? Just imagine the acne covered, pot beliied stunners in THAT! (Ok, I'm really not making the best impression on my future colleagues am I? Pretty sure I'll be the loner in the corner with no friends playing with the toy from my Happy Meal. If they even give me a job).

Oh dear, I think I got somewhat sidetracked. Maybe I should try and invent a new fast food chain? Could be rolling in it in no time and obviously own a lifetime supply of make up. Look at Ronald McDonald. The sexpot!
This blog hasn't quite turned out as planned but I'm now off to plan world domination of the cheap, processed, cholesterol enticing sort.

Coming to a Dragon's Den near you soon...