Lastly, and because I won't be online tomorrow to say it In Person, the happiest of birthdays to my very best friend, Mars. I know you're going through rough times, but I am here for you in all my useless glory, and think you're the absolute bee's knees. I adore you to utter bits, you beautiful, incredible girl. You really changed my life in all ( Read more... )

Cleveland: Part 2. There is significantly less gore in this post.

I'm a fool for God's little creatures. No, ha ha, not Jehovah's Witnesses, the other furry kind that inhabit this big blue planet. Ever since I was a wee tot, I had a surrogate father and mentor in The Great David Attenborough. A hero of mine, and probably my first ever 'crush ( Read more... )

Veterans of this journal are well aware that I can be rather gross. This tends to happen Upon Me moreso than Due To Me, but I will admit a certain glee when dealing with (and relating to) such flesh-born travesties. Some of you may think back fondly to a time when a spider did crawl from the crevice previous habited by a tenacious wart on my ( Read more... )

I'm back from my 4 day visit to Cleveland, Ohio, for Mars' birthday celebrations. Will be making a GIANT post about it sometime tomorrow, complete with updates (and photos) on the now-confirmed spider bite. I warn you, however, it's rather gruesome.

It needs not be said that I had a fabulous time and will be going back again as soon as ( Read more... )

After being ROYALLY ARSEFUCKED over the past few days; Shipping finallyfucking arrived, Customs was a fuckingsurprising breeze (this time around), home by around 8 p.m., nothing (so far) broken in contents (although I have only unpacked a small amount). We're very, very poor, now (Christmas is all about coal this year). Next, three days spent ( Read more... )

What the fuck am I doing up at 5 a.m. on a Sunday morning? Well, in 2.5 hours I'll be collecting a certain hairy betrothed from the airport.

A birthday call from my lovely, lovely Mars kicks off the morning. Now for a cup of my favourite strong tea, and about 1.5 hours of exhilerated panic.

I need a Zod's Gone Fishin', dammit. Maybe Mars will ( Read more... )

There's just so much happening right now, and not much of it is good. My home computer has pretty much died, so my correspondence here and in email is rather limited - apologies to those I've not responded to as of yet.

Also, I've decided that I'll be cutting my FList by about 40%. This is mainly due to my lack of internet access - when I do get ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday Ms. Mars! You're just the fucking best, and I adore the bejesus outta you.


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Apparently Mars 'fucks lasagne'.

I'd say it's something I'd like to see to believe, but I think the conflict between hungry and horny would be too much to bear.

(Yes, this is really all I got...)

I've been wondering - whenever I post a link to one of the sites produced at my workplace, there appear to be tumbleweeds. Surely you kids aren't shy in admitting you've had a look around? So, spill. I'd like to know if you've been there, downloaded any of the previews, or even joined. I don't create the sites, but I do work on them to an ( Read more... )