After that pathetic excuse for a post about my nail polish, I feel obliged to put up something decent, so I’m going to rave about something that’s been bothering me for a little while.

Watching Rove a little while back, that singer, Rhianna, Rhiannon or something, was getting interviewed and came up with one of the best lines I’ve heard in ages.

“Well, Australia’s a city I’ve always wanted to visit.”

I’m blaming the fact that she had big hair and was wearing a skimpy outfit. You can’t expect someone to look like that AND think at the same time.

Which reminds me of when our new principal at school was trying to bring in the whole black shoes thing. A year eight girl told me, in all seriousness, that the principal was sitting in her office knitting socks for all 1300 of us, to go with our new shoes.

I am scared. I am really scared.

Hmm, what else have I got?

“How long does the twenty minute run go for?”

“Does rice grow on trees just like pasta?”

“From which direction does the sun rise?” “Well it depends on which side you’re standing.”

“What does beneficial mean?”

And you can’t say I’m being mean, cause most of them were, “Oops, I forgot to think” comments. Also I said at least one of them.

Not that I’m going to tell you which one/s. (No not all of them. Geez, just because I’m blonde…)