Brain Hoover

I should stop thinking out loud. It's got to the point where I have considered wiring up my brain to a machine which tells me whether the thing that I am thinking about is what I actually want to say and not sound too special. And not the glittery kind either.

Today I got asked what I think about Twitter, my natural response was, 'if twitter was a person I'd hug it,  and we'd probably be friends but I'd make the effort in the relationship because my friend twitter would always be occupied with Justin Beiber and One Direction'.

I need help. I can't keep comparing things in my life to 'if it was a person...' I do this with my Government and Politics folder and right now we are not even on talking terms. I think that that relationship is beyond repair. I trusted that folder to get me though the year hand in hand. But no, it let me down. again. I can't take it any more. So long Gov and Pol, you will not be getting a Christmas card.

I don't think I'm friends with the hoover. It tends to try and eat my scarves but it does clean up after itself, I'm debating the friendship. It could turn on me. The hoover can be fickle, it has mood swings. Sometimes it flips over in the middle of the living room floor for a tantrum. On some days it will unplug itself from the wall. Not cool hoover. Not cool.

My motto is, if your hoover isn't called Henry then it's not worth being friends with.

I have got a new love though, I think they'll be staying with me for a while too. Glittery shoes. Now, they are special in a great way.