Daily Prompt – A Name For Yourself

Some writers’ names have becomes adjectives: Kafkaesque, marxist, Orwellian, sadistic. If your name (or nickname, or blog name) were to become an adjective, what would it mean?

Wilmsian, adj.
Definition – to be filled with frustration. Alt. to speak in gibberish or quotes from ‘pop-culture’ references.
1. outspoken and opinionated. Eg. Sally’s rage-fuelled outburst was truly Wilmsian.
2. Sally’s regular conversations with herself were nonsensical and Wilmsian.


Daily Prompt – Pick Me Up

What is the one word or phrase that immediately cheers you up when you hear it?

Hmmm, that’s a tough one. Majority of what goes around in my head is gibberish and pop-culture references, and most of the time I’m the only one who gets it all, so if anything, I just make myself laugh. However, to anybody else, all they see is me randomly start giggling to myself for no reason whatsoever. It must look quite odd.

Words such as cake, sleep, sleep in, no work, day off, holiday, travel, flight, pack, new or a combination of all of those words are sure-fire ways to get me excited 😀


Mar 3: Five Things

Tell us five interesting random things about yourself.

I hate these things… I always find it such a struggle to write…

…so I changed it 😉

1. I’m terrible at remembering names…

…but instead I remember countless pop culture references, that, ultimately, are completely pointless:


2. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.

3. I once owned a purple velvet unitard.

except mine was a very dark purple, and it had one sleeve, and it had purple and silver sequins all up the arm, that fanned out across the chest. It was very dramatic, and there are no photos in existence of me wearing it… well, none that I know of. And yes, it was for dancing, and I was about 15 or 16 when I had to wear it. It was for our Contemporary troupe performance.

4. I have a stuffed dog called Rambo. I got him from The Oatmeal. He sits on my desk at work.

5. Pretty much everytime I have a conversation with Crazy Cat Lady at work, it’s gibberish. Mainly noises and quotes from pop-culture references. We’re so loud and disruptive… we complete each other.

Daily Prompt: A Source of Anxiety

Write about a noise — or even a silence — that won’t go away. (We’ll let you interpret this in different ways…)

Dear Brain,


All you ever do is ramble on and on and on

Sometimes, all I want to do is just switch off, but even when I try, you’re always there. Always thinking. Always questioning. Always distracting!

It doesn’t stop. Like, EVER. As soon as I wake up. Whilst I’m in the toilet. When I’m showering. When I’m commuting. Listening to music. Reading. Talking to people. Working. Werqing. It’s just relentless.

Sometimes there will be multiple thoughts racing through my head. Sometimes I see them as sentences – as if they’re floating across a screen like an old Windows screensaver. Sometimes I see them as videos. Or hear them as voices. Sometimes, they happen all at the same time, and it’s hard to focus on just one of them.

And sometimes, I can completely tune out. My eyes glaze over, and the sound starts to fade and I wind up with a blank expression on my face. This is usually when somebody tells me something important that I’m supposed to pay attention to, or remember.

…but I don’t.

It happens a lot. Almost too frequently. I just wish I was able to write down or verbalise every single random thought that goes through my mind as it happens, so I could really try and make sense of it.

But also so I can take it to some kind of therapist and scare them a little. I imagine that they would look at the paper covered in manic scribbled words and be like

And then after a couple of further sessions, all they’d tell me is something along the lines of


Meanwhile, I would be having thoughts about how my brain activity is so strange and unique and I should be used for some kind of psychiatric study. They could map my brainwaves and hook me up to some kind of fancy colander helmet covered with wires. We’d play word association games and do some Rorschach testsThey’d make me sleep and give me different substances to alter my mental and emotional state, and then they’d leave me in a room by myself for a couple of days, whilst they watched via security camera.

And at the end of it all, they’d be like, ‘Well, turns out there’s nothing wrong with you after all. We thought you might be a one-in-a-million kind of case study, but we were wrong’.

I’d protest and ask them why I am the way I am, and why I feel the way I feel, and ask them to figure out what’s wrong with me.

But they’d just tell me that nothing is wrong. I just need to increase my intake of B-Vitamins and get some sleep. There’s nothing wrong with me. The reality is that I’m just tired and cranky.

I’d develop the term Yeezy Syndrome. Where, just like Yeezyyou become so full of yourself and think your so much more, but in actual fact, you’re not. I would have already alienated all my friends with my self-centred bullshit. And just like the rest of the world responds to anything Kanye has to say, my friends would tell me the same.

And then at the end of the day, I’d go home and make myself a cup of tea, before crawling into the bath, underneath the shower and curl up into the foetal position under the hot water…


Day 20 – The First Post

How do you feel about the first blog post you ever wrote?

Well I went back and had a re-read of my first post. Given that it’s only a couple of weeks old, it still seems like it was aaaages ago that I wrote it. If anything, I need to alter it and put in more tags. It still feels strange that I’m even writing this blog, but I think it’s something that has allowed me to focus. I tell myself everyday ‘I must write in my blog’. Or, more often than not, ‘I need to catch up with my blog’, and then subsequently do three or four posts in a row, because I didn’t get time to write them during the day, or at all.

I remember when I first made that conscious decision to actually start a blog. It was somewhat surreal. It was always something that I had thought about doing, but my problem was not knowing where to begin. This challenge has helped me because it gives me prompts to write about, and I don’t really think too much, I just start typing, and the stream of consciousness just flows through my fingers, and suddenly I’ve written several-hundred words without really noticing.

My first post is still relevant. Crazy Cat Lady and I are still spending our days speaking in gibberish, and annoying everybody else in the office. It’s her birthday next week, and I’ve got her a really cool present. Something that I’ve been meaning to get her for a while now, but keep forgetting to actually do. I’m pretty sure that she’s going to like it.

Perhaps I should look back on this first post in twelve-months time and see how I feel.

Man, imagine what my blog will be like if I keep up this daily posting for the next twelve months?! Now that would be a real challenge!!

Daily Prompt: Non-Regional Diction

Write about whatever you’d like, but write using regional slang, your dialect, or in your accent.

Does gibberish count as a dialect??

Cat Lady and I work together and we both agree that we speak two languages: English and Gibberish.

I was reading this thinking, ‘well, I speak English and I don’t speak in slang or an accent (or does ‘bogan’ count as an accent??)’ and then realised, HANG ON A COTTON-PICKIN’ MINUTE… I speak gibberish.

However, therein lies the challenge. How exactly does one document gibberish? Just thinking about it makes my brain hurt. I figure it would best be represented by a huge collage of memes and gifs and cat pictures and pop culture references… I’ll have to think about this one, and see what I can come up with online…

stay tuned…





Adorably obnoxious? Or obnoxiously adorable??

A co-worker and I have developed this great relationship / friendship. We have been working together for a couple of years now, and we both have the same sense of humour – dark, twisted and inappropriate. The kind of humour that results in one of us suggesting “cancer” whenever the other complains about a headache, or a pain elsewhere in the body.

So offensive!

She always tells people that we speak two languages:

  1. English
  2. Gibberish

Funnily enough, when we speak our ‘gibberish’ language, we actually understand each other… But I suppose it doesn’t help that we’re both old enough to know better. Sometimes I wonder what the other employees here REALLY think of us when we get together because it’s generally looking at cat stuff on the internet, sending each other funny-yet-pointless links to pages, or talking in ridiculously high-pitched voices to one another.

Yes, some have told us to shut the fuck up, on occasion. Some have told us to stop being so obnoxious. 

This is where adorably obnoxious was created. “She said we’re just being obnoxious. I say we’re being adorable! Adorably obnoxious!!”

“OR obnoxiously adorable”, I chimed in.


Now we have our little moments and sometimes in the midst of all our hilarity, we’ll both go silent and just look at each other…

“Adorably obnoxious!”, she proclaims.

“Obnoxiously adorable!”, I say.


What’s the point of telling you that story? Nothing really. I just felt like I should explain why I’ve called my blog this.

THAT, and the fact that I couldn’t really think of anything else in the moment. I might change it… see what happens.

The truth is, that I have a lot to say. There’s a lot going on in my head and I need an avenue to direct it all.