Yay! Happeh Bobbehday!
Argh, time's getting the better of me today, the cheeky blighter.
Speaking of cheeky - although he didn't mean it, honest - another birthday wish is coming right up!
~~~~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBBEH1! ~~~~
Oh yay, the smallest (STFU with your 'Six foot') and cherubic of the Bobbehs turns another year older today. Or rather, Robert 'Bryon' Hardy does. Bobbeh1 doesn't age at all. That's the kind of world we've created. The Bobbehface is such a powerful phenomenon that it defies space and time.
I must try and put together a picspam or speshul fic. Bear with me ("Bear? Okay Aunteh Beckeh. RARWRR!! GRRRRR!!!!").
In Subconscious!news, my latest dream involved me hanging around Rochdale (Oh. Dear. This doesn't look good) and then being accosted by Keeley from high school and *shudder* The Great Big Uptight Popular Clique who wanted money off me for fags. Obviously they weren't going to get it. It had all the trappings of a nightmare until three Mexican drug lords in ponchos (you read right the first time) turned up and insisted *they* wanted money. I quickly hid my purse behind my back before thinking of a better idea: Running The Fuck Away. And then waking up before the WTF levels reached critical mass.
Hope all is well with everyone in A-Level Exams world. It's a scary time that I don't wish to revisit. Especially when Warwick Uni kept me hanging on an entire *week* before telling me they wouldn't have me after all. After that I couldn't ever really celebrate my (not even that bad, honest) results. I know pain.
Speaking of cheeky - although he didn't mean it, honest - another birthday wish is coming right up!
~~~~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBBEH1! ~~~~
Oh yay, the smallest (STFU with your 'Six foot') and cherubic of the Bobbehs turns another year older today. Or rather, Robert 'Bryon' Hardy does. Bobbeh1 doesn't age at all. That's the kind of world we've created. The Bobbehface is such a powerful phenomenon that it defies space and time.
I must try and put together a picspam or speshul fic. Bear with me ("Bear? Okay Aunteh Beckeh. RARWRR!! GRRRRR!!!!").
In Subconscious!news, my latest dream involved me hanging around Rochdale (Oh. Dear. This doesn't look good) and then being accosted by Keeley from high school and *shudder* The Great Big Uptight Popular Clique who wanted money off me for fags. Obviously they weren't going to get it. It had all the trappings of a nightmare until three Mexican drug lords in ponchos (you read right the first time) turned up and insisted *they* wanted money. I quickly hid my purse behind my back before thinking of a better idea: Running The Fuck Away. And then waking up before the WTF levels reached critical mass.
Hope all is well with everyone in A-Level Exams world. It's a scary time that I don't wish to revisit. Especially when Warwick Uni kept me hanging on an entire *week* before telling me they wouldn't have me after all. After that I couldn't ever really celebrate my (not even that bad, honest) results. I know pain.