on taking the 'shits' and 'fucks' out of the NZ Music Awards

Just spent the day editing the naughty words out of the New Zealand Music Awards... it really is a pointless exercise as noone really cares and any kid with half a brain would know what they're saying anyway. Ah, the rabid right, ay? Paying my bills. Bless em.

I would also like to announce that as a result I have a (completely innocent, married-woman) crush on the drummer of the Mint Chicks. He is so cuuute! And when he twirls his sticks in between the rolls, my heart is gay! Here is a cute wee picture of him!


He's the cute one. On the left. With the glasses.

It'll pass.

Breakfast:
milo, some dried apple, and a breadstick.
Verdict:
I was in a rush.