A new low

Ok, having dreamt about every form of electronic communication under the sun, it seems I've now moved on to, wait for it... , livejournal. That's right, folks. The details are fast slipping from my mind, but it seems my subconscious is not content with the geekery that is dreaming about IRC and feels I merit something even sadder.

It was a good dream really. I was extremely disappointed to get to my computer this morning and discover that, not only were the posts and replies I was expecting not there, but that I couldn't actually remember who was supposed to have posted and/or what those posts were actually about.

*sigh*

Least Favourites, nicked from melodysk

1. food: Those awful cheapo pork pies that are essentially a 5mm thick pastry case with a tiny dot of gristle in the middle. Ugh! What's wrong with making proper pies, you wankers?
2. type of music: R&B, any type of music that relies on the curvature of a woman's arse to sell records is a type of music I can do without.
3. subject of discussion: Anything that'll start a fight. I don't mind discussing the heavy stuff with those equipped to deal with it, but when the group consists of people who haven't outgrown their knee-jerk reactionism it's not worth the hassle.
4. time of day: 6:45am, when that blasted alarm goes off.
5. time of year: Spring. It's just so bloody boring, and cold.
6. fragrance: Vomit
7. actor/actress: Used to be Nicholas Cage, but I've since seen him do a reasonable job, so I'll forgive him the travesty that was "Wings of the Apache". I think in terms of sheer lack of talent, I'd have to go with my old classmate Kathryn Drysdale (of Two Pints of Lager...)
8. commercial: That godawful lubricated lillets one. I mean, was that really necessary?
9. television sitcom: The Royle Family. Overrated, IMNSHO.
10. singer: Can I have a band instead? If so, Destiny's Child, if not, that Abs wanker.