we always have a laugh

I feel like I've been depriving you of all the wonderful stories in the Fun House. Do you know about the Fun House? The Fun House is my house. It's always fun here, except when I am alone and moping. Which is like all day, except from 8:30 until I go to bed. And the weekends. Anyway, the Fun House was established in 1998, and since that day, it looks like we kept bringing things in and never taking anything out. This is not true, of course, but you might think it anyway. There are lots of fun things and, currently, lots of fun people here (well, one more than usual, plus a cat). The Fun House was made famous in a song by Belle & Sebastian (written before the Fun House even existed, hmm. It was as if they predicted it) called "String Bean Jean". Evidently, she was a guest. Or a past occupant? Who can say? The song went, "The girls have got a house that's like a caravan/ And it's like your holidays whenever you go round/ We always have a laugh and then we all get in the bath --" OK, lets stop there. Some things should stay secrets.

So yes, the Fun House. Last night in the Fun House, we watched the Olympics. We've been doing a lot of that. And while the man gymnasts were doing their breakdancey floor exercise (as I sang, "There's no stoppin' us -- no stoppin'! No one does it better!" of course -- they don't give the guys music), Dollie said that she'd like to do the man floor routine, not the dorky lady one where they do those stupid poses in between. The Fan admitted that he'd love to do rhythmic gymnastics (big shock there) and I said I'd like to do him. That's the gold I want to bring home. I wish I was kidding.

See how fun it is at the Fun House? Jealous.

I think I finally came up with the tattoo I want. It's a newfound mantra, but one that will stick, I think. I won't tell you until I get it, lest you should like to steal my idea and get it first, you bastard.

I had a job interview today, and because I went and wore shoes and stuff like a good girl, I get to have Indian for dinner. I'm so lucky. It wasn't half bad either. Evidently the thing I wrote down I was supposed to present aloud and not write at all, but that's OK. I think. 48 people were staring at me in the interview, and after that another person interviewed me. All of these people were entirely sane and good. It was pretty amazing, actually. And when talking about sites I visit, I couldn't think of anything but Fleshbot for like 45 seconds, so I said it, and they didn't even throw me out or anything. See, that's good people.

PS Dear Lulu, I have that buggery "F---- O-" song stuck in my head now. You will pay somehow. love*jane

PPS If anyone out there likes Modest Mouse, I'm sorry for insulting them, but please know that by liking them, you're doing the wrong thing with your life. Change.