My ipod has a crush on Justin Timberlake

There is no reasonable explanation for it at all. My ipod has turned on me and is harboring Justin Timberlake songs somewhere on it's 4GB memory. I've deleted songs from the ipod and in the library yet still it betrays my good sense of music taste by belting out Sexy Back at the most inappropriate times. 


I have something to be proud of, a little sense of achievement. Yesterday I painted the toilet (that's the room in which the toilet resides, not the actual toilet...Britta!) It looks fabulous, granted there's really not a whole lot I could do with it because of the horrible tiny blue tiles on the floor but now it looks a little more cosy and less like an aquarium. Next up is the bathroom, it's going to be a little more than a labour of love because the ceiling need a circular sander so I will have to enlist the help (and tools) of dad and friends. I'm hoping that I can convince mum in the meantime that it's not worth the sweat, tears and possible injuries and that we should just replace the plasterboard. We'll see. 


I thought I had more to say but I'm starting to eat chocolate for breakfast so I better go.