This post was brought to you by Ms. Jillybean and the number seven.
Did you know?
1. It’s the PH level of pure water.
2. Its the number of the ages of man into which William Shakespeare divided a lifetime.
3. it’s the number of LCD segments that make up the display on sexy lo-fi calculators.
4. It’s considered lucky, world over. Bingoooo!
5. It’s the number of digits in an american telephone number, excluding the area code.
6. It’s the number of sides on a fifty pence piece (s’called a heptagon)
7. It cant be divided evenly into a circle. Ie: 360 divided by 1,2,3,4,5 and six all come out with round numbers. If you try to divide 360 by 7 you get 51.428571. Which is just stupid.
In other news, I’m good, i’m wearing wednesday pants on a torsday, and i’m going out tonight to get trousered with lesbians. But I will be good. That will be all.
01-Apr-05 at 8:39 pm | Permalink
> get trousered with lesbians
Surely dungaree’d?
*puts barrel of particle cannon in mouth*
02-Apr-05 at 4:13 pm | Permalink
Dungareed. Hmmm.
It was fun. I have disapointingly enough, developed some kind of bizarre immunity to Alcohol. You’d think that after several months of born again hermitism, my tolerance would be lower. I was sinking jack daniels like a gold miner with toothache, yet went home completely stone cold. Fuck.
But yes. A fist full *hee* of hot lesbians put the moves on me, and my behaviour was impeccable. Your honour.
03-Apr-05 at 7:02 am | Permalink
A fist full you say?
How delightful.
03-Apr-05 at 6:58 pm | Permalink
I thought it was rather appropriate.
Fred once told me she had serious issues with mittens because she hated all her fingers being stuck together in the same sticky place. Still giggling at the irony of that one
04-Apr-05 at 3:48 pm | Permalink
There was no mention of sticky.
And hey, things change…
05-Apr-05 at 1:37 pm | Permalink
Its also the name of Peter Hammill’s seventh solo album.