HAI 2007.
Oh my word, I had the strangest bout of depression at 3am last night. I mean, really low for absolutely no reason at all. I ended up listening to Whitney Houston, that's how bad it was. And then I fell asleep and dreamt I was propping up my own dismembered torso in the bath. And later being possessed by some smoky black alien thing that flew out of the printer. Freud? Help?
Anyway, spent the day as usual with family because it's me Mam's birthday. My cousins make me laugh - Mac is the only one to hate Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and kept insisting that it's gay (everything's gay at the moment. Naturally, I'm *extremely* gay) and 'Bob'. Hai Bob. And Megan, who's only wee, speaks rather like Weebl and Bob ("Look at the mens! The feets are running!"). We pulled some leftover crackers. Mum not impressed with her toy. I beg to differ with a quick pictorial demonstration:
POIROT TASH!
Hours of fun to be had. Oh, go on, have a quick pic spam, I never really do them:
I think I was about to *eat* the tash there. Note trademark eyebrow.
That's my New AllTimeFavourite Skirt Ever. 'Scuse posing. Ooh, you can see my new coat there, actually too. Pinstripe, straps and lacing. Like yuppie meets bondage. That weird tube is my bubble lamp, FYI.
'I'M UR CAT, PWNING UR BRACELETZ'. Say hello to Luna.
I'm not exactly impressed with the BBC's new Wind in the Willows. For a start, where was it going? And for another, WHAT WAS THE POINT? All the press keep going on, ooh look they're not animals, they've just got a bit of make-up here and there, how clever! But.....but....it's been done BEFORE! TERRY JONES! *makes indignant noises*.
Plus I noticed the lack of Robert Bathurst as a sexeh weasel. I'm not biased or anything.
Anyway, spent the day as usual with family because it's me Mam's birthday. My cousins make me laugh - Mac is the only one to hate Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and kept insisting that it's gay (everything's gay at the moment. Naturally, I'm *extremely* gay) and 'Bob'. Hai Bob. And Megan, who's only wee, speaks rather like Weebl and Bob ("Look at the mens! The feets are running!"). We pulled some leftover crackers. Mum not impressed with her toy. I beg to differ with a quick pictorial demonstration:
POIROT TASH!
Hours of fun to be had. Oh, go on, have a quick pic spam, I never really do them:
I think I was about to *eat* the tash there. Note trademark eyebrow.
That's my New AllTimeFavourite Skirt Ever. 'Scuse posing. Ooh, you can see my new coat there, actually too. Pinstripe, straps and lacing. Like yuppie meets bondage. That weird tube is my bubble lamp, FYI.
'I'M UR CAT, PWNING UR BRACELETZ'. Say hello to Luna.
I'm not exactly impressed with the BBC's new Wind in the Willows. For a start, where was it going? And for another, WHAT WAS THE POINT? All the press keep going on, ooh look they're not animals, they've just got a bit of make-up here and there, how clever! But.....but....it's been done BEFORE! TERRY JONES! *makes indignant noises*.
Plus I noticed the lack of Robert Bathurst as a sexeh weasel. I'm not biased or anything.