ladies and gentlemen,

La Merlina and I are currently putting all my books, dvds, cds into boxes. We're on our fifth box and the end is nowhere near in sight.
The ADSL bloke said he'd come and "arrange" our ADSL and telephone on the 3rd of November. That's Wednesday. So if all goes well, we'll be back online and blogging to our heart's content then. If all does not go well, you can expect to see us back in a month or five, when Belgacom has finally got off its lazy arse.

La Merlina just triumphantly came upstairs with three laundry baskets and is attacking my CD Collection. Professor Snape just fell on my desk. I think he wants to come with us....

More about the gay songfestival and the sweet Kate Bush that gave me his Hogwarts witches hat when we're settled into our new place.

Terrifiedly Yours,
Piglet.

|

That's not too bad is it

...or did I just manage to manipulate the test?

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Low
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	High
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

Courtesy of Mortifyd.

|

Patriot Act

does it again.

I think I'm heading out for some major shopping this afternoon. Grocery shopping. Since the girlfriend has her heart set on moving in as soon as possible, I take it that means we'll need Red Bull, water and food. Unfortunately our freezer isn't hooked up yet, so I can't get her any crap for the microwave... Something we'll need since the electrician-guy disappeared with our cooker. (And the heating in the bedroom)
Hmz.

Yesterday I discovered I need more than four curver boxes to take all the videotapes I desperately want and need with me. I filled four already and I'm still stuck with my Eurovision tapes and the "official" tapes I once bought.
I guess this means I'm a TV junkie.

Tomorrow is Gay Songfestival time. And I've forgotten everything.
It will be horror. It will be. It must be. I'll fall over. I'll forget to lipsynch. I'll not remember anything. We're doomed!

|

oh boy

What you say on the Internet can affect your real life. Due to what I said online, I now have an FBI file. And due to certain policies that a certain administration has instituted, I could now be placed on the government's "no-fly" list, could be subject to random searches of private property without my knowledge or permission, and could be subject to wiretapping surveillance. I doubt that any of these things will happen (except with the "no-fly" list – according to my attorney, that's a strong possibility and is something we are looking into), and I could just be being paranoid, but after the Secret Service showed up on my doorstep, I think I'm entitled to a little paranoia.

Livejournal User Anniesj received a visit from the FBI after someone reported her livejournal to them, in which she satirically threatened Bush.

I wonder if the same thing would happen here if I mentioned Verhofstadt...

|

Ugh

I just bit into a half-eaten Leo Go that's been on my desk a few days already.
Not crunchy.
Not tasty.
Yuck.

I also just spilled half a glass of water on my trousers.
And I'm meant to feed a little girl in a few minutes.
Babysitting the girl next-door while daddy goes off to play table tennis.
I wonder how much of a mess I'll make there.
Can only pray no-one ends up with burns or nervous breakdowns... or worse. A dirty nappy...

|

You're too over-sensitive
that’s the charge
Any criticism starts
to loom too large
Caution to the winds
throw it, throw it
Don't cash in your dreams
or you will blow it

Your resolution’s weak
but we’re not all damned
The future’s not so bleak
in this wasteland
when...

Always, always
Summer comes
always

Tennant/Lowe

|

Oh what fun we had

I was shouted and sweared at by a complete stranger in a parking lot today.
Where did I learn how to drive, DID I even learn how to drive, can't I park, what the hell was I doing there, what an idiot am I.
When I asked her why she didn't politely ask me to move, she told me to start the car or she'd call the cops.
Why, you might ask?
Because I had to park in a very narrow space, and my car was pretty diagonal, yet still between the lines.

|

Another legend gone

|

Off sick

Well. Kind of. I'm meant to take things slow today and the following days. But I'm stressing about the house, the kitchen, the walls, the furniture, the Belgacom fuck up and the stuff I still need.
I'll be hopping in the car in a minute and off to god knows where to get god knows what. I should just stay in bed and watch TV, but I fear I can't.
Perhaps they should drug me.
Feel free.

|

Following in His footsteps

Which of the following did the mechanics NOT say when I told them my car boot (and sometimes the left hand side of the back seat) was wet and I had no clue why.
a. Do you have a sunroof?
b. You don't have a dog do you? Cos there was this other woman here once with the same problem and it turned out her dog kept pissing in it. We spent all of fifteen minutes looking for the problem and couldn't find anything!
c. Water? In a Xsara? How can that be? (you're asking me?)
d. Did you spill water in it?
e. No. There's just no way.

|

Is stupidity a characteristic of all telecom operators?

Belgacom on the phone just now: "I'm at your house in the ***. I'm here to activate your phone".
Piglet: What the fuck?! Oh my god, I'm so sorry. They told me that wouldn't be necessary, that it could be done in some central thing.
Belgacom bloke: Well... Oh. It said on Friday the 22nd, not Monday the 24th. Well. I am here now. But the thing is, I think the phone won't work.
Piglet: Uh?
Belgacom bloke: Yeah, you want ADSL as well, don't you. The situation is so new that I don't think it will work. But give it a go. And if it doesn't work, with the ADSL as well, then you should phone the customer services.

A new situation?? ADSL?
I'm heading towards a nervous breakdown. I can feel it.

|

Welcome to the neighbourhood!

Piglet and her sweetie spent the night of their anniversary in their new home. We now have a bed (that's all we need), nightstands, a table, three chairs and our sofas. Quite the puzzle Le Feux, my dad and Merlina we put together eh!
We were awoken on Sunday by a welcoming committee. At 8 am a nice gentleman discovered his girlfriend had cheated on him with Alexander. This resulted in much drunken crying, exclaiming he was a "bastard" and he was "going to kill him, I swear". All this at a few metres from the cemetary I might add.
Quite an original alarm clock.
I wonder if this will be a daily or a weekly show.

|

Yesterday...

More on the art exhibition later, when I feel more viscious and free to bitch.

Yesterday I was stopped by the police. How exciting!
I had taken the wrong exit on my way to picking up the girlfriend ("wevelgem" instead of "zwevegem". tsk) and as I take the exit, I see dozens of police cars. "My first alcohol control" I squee, "how exciting". I am flagged over to stop and the policeboy (cos he was hardly over 21) said "good evening" and waved his red salami (the torch thingie) in my car. Looked me in the eyes, checked the other seats, the back seat and then said "ok, you can drive on".
"What!? No breath test? No asking if I've had anything to drink?! No papers to be shown?! Are you kidding me?!"
He was not kidding.
So off I drove. And then I realised that I had taken the wrong exit, and made a U-turn towards a roundabout. Where there were more police. An even more impressive amount than the first time. This time they checked the car twice. And twice they told me "everything was ok".
Dammit.
But why was everything ok?
- because I looked like such a nice and sweet girl in my white blouse?
- because they could tell I wasn't drunk?
- because I'm not morroccan?
- because they have X-ray vision and could tell there were no drugs or illegal immigrants in my car boot?

I still don't know...

PS: I heard on Sunday that the police were holding a "let's look for illegal immigrants" party.

|

Say you're happy now. Once more, with feeling.

Why’d you run away?
Don’t you like my… style?

Why don’t you come and play?
I guarantee a great big smile.

I come from the imagination
And I’m here strictly by your invocation.
So what do you say—
Why don’t we dance a while?


oh shut it, I'm allowed my forays in fandom-madness once a month

|

I'm losing my mind - 3 posts for the price of one

I must be. How else can you explain the fact that I just watched 5 TV and saw snippets of Oprah and something about a Canadian children's hospital.
I think I might need help.
Or drugs. Definitely drugs.

House update

The Girlfriend came over yesterday, with her mum and this Frank-bloke. Owner of a shop which sells electronics. He brought us a washing machine and a dryer. Courtesy of The Girlfriend's gran.
I guess that means she'll have to do the laundry.
I foresee many a "oh my god I think I ruined my favourite sweater"-post in the future.

My dad took two days off work and painted the bedroom (orange, I kid you not) and the grey walls in the living room. For some reason he got very uneasy when I started to help. Is he implying I'm crap at painting? Tsk! What's left now? The red walls, the kitchen (orange) and possibly our wardrobe-room. We also need to wash the nicotine stains off the kitchen ceiling, thoroughly clean the floors and the bathroom and put all our ikea stuff together.
I 'm expected a few "the manual was rubbish, I tossed it and did my own thing"-comments from my dad. Followed by much uneasy staring by The Girlfriend and me.

Of Felines and fruits

On Monday we had a feline visitor in the house... I was sandpapering the window frames in the kitchen as I heard this bang and this meowing. ...The previous owner's cat had returned. After they tried to convince us "it must be a stray, the cat is in Ostend now" (fuck off, I recognised it - and superkitty?), my mother lured them over to the house with the promise that the curtains had been taken down and they could pick them up. They got the cat back as a present. *sigh* Poor kitty. I really felt for it. The way it was begging for food and glaring at us, thinking "what the hell are you doing in MY house, you two-legged beasts!"
And in other cat news... The two kittens we've "reserved" with my colleague are not doing too well. One of the kittens was taken away by someone else while they weren't home, and another didn't make it as mother-kitty abandoned them after one too many kids had pawed them. Now they're being force-fed by my colleague and her boyfriend, they get up every five hours to give them food and fluids. And The Girlfriend still insists on calling one of these possible miracle kitties Kiwi...
I tell you, if they'd named Jesus "Kiwi", he'd have never become this church-leader thingie. Hmz. Perhaps we should call him Brian.

On work

I'm stuck all Friday and Sunday at this unpaid art exhibition crap for work. Let's hope I don't spill anything on my "decent" clothes, as I've only got the one blouse and one pair of trousers. Saturday I get to stay at home with The Girlfriend and celebrate our two-year anniversary painting our kitchen orange.
If my dad will let us near the paint of course.

And what does Dimi mean, he was sleeping in a "strange bed"?

|

Oh!



Through The Pet Shop Boy

|

Help Wanted

- to paint my bedroom beige-pink (ugh)
- to sandpaper the window frames and the doors
- to vacuum my bedroom at the parental home
- to decypher the guidelines for my ikea furniture
- (to pick up a rulla)
- to rehearse my part in the Gay Song Contest
- to watch my tv programmes and keep me up to date
- to do my job for a few weeks
- AND the art exhibition thing next weekend
- to snap photographs of the still-blue house so we can see if whatever we do is an improvement upon the smurf atmosphere now
- to tear off the dates on my calendars (it's October 11th and October 13th at the moment. My month calendar is still on September)
- to pay the water-bill (my first bill!)
- to document my adventures on my weblog and livejournal in an entertaining and ironic manner.

Pay to be agreed.
Extra benefits negotiable.

|

smurf house

I look like a smurf.
I do.
After only sanding down one silly little (blue) doorframe.

I hope the blue comes off again or some people might get too excited!

The heating works. Hurrah!
The cooker needs a new lamp.
Eh?
Don't ask. Oh well. Because you insist. Apparently this little lamp in the cooker -to indicate when it was on- was the reason the electricity kept falling out in the kitchen and the cooker didn't work.
Fucked if I know.

Cheap Furniture Shop called me during work to tell me that they'll be delivering the sofa and kitchen table tomorrow morning at 8.30am. My mum was thrilled about the hour when I told her. Muhahaha. That's what you get for offering to babysit the house.

And why do you get a pushy Telenet-saleswoman on the phone when you try to have cable installed?!

|

Oh no!



We forgot to buy a RULLA to put the telly on.
We'll just have to go back to Ikea again...

|

recipe

1 very bad night's sleep
+ One stressful day at work
+ One annoying person on the phone
+ A bitching and complaining mother
+ A whining mother
+ An offline sweetheart

= 1 unhappy piglet in need of xanax (shouldn't always settle on valium should we).

|

Lovin' it

Sometimes you just have to love the European Union!

"The family exists in order to allow women to have children and to have the protection of a male who takes care of them," he said.
"This is the traditional vision of marriage that I defend."

Add to that finding homosexuality "immoral" and it's good enough to be voted against in the European Commission 27 to 26.
I know, only 27 to 26.
But fun nonetheless!

|

Tsk!

I can't believe no one mentioned Christopher Reeve dying yet...

|

The call of ... Ikea

Ikea was so much fun I'm going again today!

I brought back the wrong size mattress...
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

Father: "are you sure this is a double mattress, it's so tiny"
Me: "Hush, ignorant being! This is vacuum packaging! Baloo said it will virtually explode when you unwrap it"
Father: *grumbles*
Me: *arrogant* *starts doubting* *checks* "Ah no. It was indeed a single bed. Here's the double"

But did I check to see if it was a 160cm mattress? No! I brought back the 140.
Since there's no time like the present we're heading back this afternoon. And see if they have that Klubbo - coffee table in this time.

|

We're S H O PP I N G

We're buying and selling your history
We're shopping

Today I went on a glamourous shopping trip and bought...
- two laundry baskets
- two toilet roll standards
- toilet paper
- a toilet brush (notice a theme here?)
- dishwashing gloves (for those icky spots we're bound to discover)
- sponges
- a broom to get rid of the cobwebs (ragebol)
- two of those baskets to put cats in when you want to take them to the vet. One for each kittie. And ok, one to have on hand when my Dotte needs it as well. *sniff*
- one of those fold-able boxes to put in the boot of the car when you've gone supermarket shopping and then you can take the box out of the boot instead of the bags.

Cost me a shitload of money and all!

|

Rant-ish

I am tired of painting.
But I didn't even paint yet.
I've only just seen the containers of paint (when did we agree on an absolutely huge container of vibrant orange sweetie?) and the pieces of sandpaper in the house. You see, I tried sandpapering a door frame. Took me ages. Why did I find the idea of painting the house ourselves "romantic" and "meaningful"? Someone tell me please! How many other misguided ideas do I have in my head? Next you'll be telling me the girlfriend doesn't enjoy being tied up and spanked as much as I do, or some other nonsense!
-Ahem. Let's not drift away from the subject here-
So yeah. Meaningful and romantic. My arse. Tiring, cold (getting to that later) and dusty more likely.
It's not fair that the girlfriend has a dust allergy and could possibly use it as a reason to quit, and I can't! (Like Le Feux did yesterday when I was painting for our gay-songfestival act... though his excuse was "I don't like painting", followed by a pout. I was led astray by it! Dammit! Dammit!)
So who wants to help out? Where are all those people who also considered painting "meaningful" and "fun", not in the least for the chance to spray La Pigleta with orange paint. You can help sandpapering! And if you're really good, I'll give you a brush to get rid of the cobwebs in all the corners, or I'll let you clean the kitchen cabinets. Out of the goodness of my heart!

I can't take any overtime next week. My week is fully booked with actual work in the afternoons. Dammit.

And the cold... My father wanted to put on the heating a little bit to try and get rid of the dampness in the walls before we paint them (sometime next year probably), but the bloody new gas radiators didn't seem to work. Or the gas pipes didn't bring the gas quick enough ("Beavis... huh huh... she said gas huh huh huh..."). So still cold and damp.
And as I asked him when we would be leaving for Ikea on Saturday, he went "we were going to Ikea? You need the van from my work?" Well yes... we'd agreed on that last week... "I thought you wanted to go to Lille, and I said I wasn't driving there"... we'd kinda compromised on Ternat dad.... "so you mean I have to ask them tomorrow if I can get the van by the day after, I don't know..."
Aaargh. Parents!
But I can't kill him. I need him. To sandpaper the window frames.

|

First mail!

My first post on my new address!
A notification of the bank account that holds my deposit!
Wahey!

(well, unless advertising magazines count as post... in that case they were first)

|

before I leave to get lost in Hooglede: It's time for the Presidential Rocky Horror Picture show!

(through titti

|

I have an Ikea catalogue! I have an Ikea catalogue!

Right. And now on to our daily news.
The art exhibition my job is organising (for money and praise and connection) will contain a section "get to know the team". It will be a kind of questions list, the ones you all get in your email from time to time with inane questions like "what colour are the tiles in your bathroom" and a childhood photo of each member. I'm meant to compile the list of questions.
They have no idea what they let themselves in for.

What could I ask them...

If anyone were inclined to go to this exhibition, send me an email with your home address and I'll send you an invite (expenses paid by the job). Just promise you'll behave! And won't mention this blog.

|

Florida, part two?

I have an idea that the Presidential Elections in Michigan might not be as straightforward as they should be...

through alsion

|

thought of the day

It's been ages since Ronan Keating released a new single.
Isn't that good news?

|

mother

My mother went to the garage this morning since she couldn't figure out why the car kept beeping at her when she pulled the keys out of the contact. Turns out it was because she'd left her lights on. She doesn't know how she did that, since she didn't know where the switch to turn the lights on was.

And they let her loose on the roads, ladies and gentlemen.

|

Productive weekend

On Saturday my live-in girlfriend-to-be and I went shopping for some furniture before we went to our weekly handball match. We found a sofa and kitchen table + chairs in the QuiteCheap Furniture shop, had a Chickenburger at McDonalds, bought toiletries, lights and venetian blinds (luxaflex) and the Drying Tower I mentioned earlier.
Woohoo.
The girlfriend's team didn't lose as shamefully serious as they did last week, so that was good news as well.

Sunday was spent cleaning (part of) the kitchen cabinets in our new house. The Girlfriend also proved her butchness in putting together our towel rack for the bathroom, something I'd given up after three minutes of messing about.
Tonight we're showing my father-in-law around the place and we'll have to take some pictures to post here and ask for style advice from the poofs that frequent this place.

|

Exclusief! (2)

Jimmy Samyn (Get Ready-hetero, foto 9) is dan toch homo!
I'm shocked!

En wat deed Gerrit De Cock (foto 14) daar?

(met dank aan Baloo die deze foto's van zijn idool opsnorde)

94 foto's en tot nu toe tel ik al vijf vrouwen... amai.

|

EXCLUSIEF: Piglet heeft The bachelor gekend!

U kent het wel. Domme kippen, een "aantrekkelijke" vent en veel soft lenses om iedereen er maar goed uit te laten zien. Een beetje zoals in The Bold and the Beautiful.
Vorige week vrijdag moest ik het liefje oppikken van een fuif om 2u. Gezien ik me in de vooravond al steendood verveelde, begon ik te zappen en belandde ik op The bachelor. "Misschien nog es lachen" dacht ik. Bij het aanschouwen van een groep kibbelende trutten wil ik nog wel es in de lach schieten. Toen "the bachelor" ingeleid werd en bleek dat ie "Angelo Callant" heette, ging er bij mij een belletje rinkelen. Ik kende die naam. Ook het gezicht -doch in het geheel niet aantrekkelijk- vond ik niet vreemd. Kende ik hem van holebi fuiven? Dubbelpunt? Iets dergelijks?
Daarnet -bij het horen van de reclame op de radio- is het me te binnen geschoten. Toen ik jong en idealistisch was, en me in het zesde middelbaar aansloot bij -toen nog- JongAgalev werd ik gecontacteerd door de coördinator van de Kortrijkse jongerenafdeling. Hij deed toen zijn laatste jaar "pol en soc" (dit weet ik nog omdat ik voordien, bij het bespreken van mijn studie-opties, gezegd had dat mensen me zeiden dat ik dat niet mocht studeren omdat dat een "vuilbakrichting" was...) en ging zijn thesis wel een jaartje later doen, zei hij stoer. Angelo Callant. Die later trouwens overstapte van Agalev naar ID21, of hoe heette het ook alweer in het begin... "The bachelor" dus.
Ga ik nu zijn gezicht in boekjes moeten zien?

|

Damn!

I want to go shopping!
Any other activity could be considered meaningless...

|