S'mores the pity. (Sorry)
There is a lot I had to talk about, but it always seems redundant by the time I log on here.
I wish I knew you guys IRL, so I could bitch or squee or LOL with you as these things are actually happening.
I'm seeing Avatar with one of my friends from the trans support group tomorrow. Heh, I haven't mentioned to him that I have an awful cold. Sneezing and coughing my way through the two and a half hour film is going to be super awkward, but I've already booked and paid for the tickets, so... fuck you, audience!
I've postponed my visit to my Dad's place. I usually stay with him one weekend a month whenever I'm in town for the meetings.
I honestly can't go into much detail, even here, but... there is some bad shit going down with the family right now, and I intend to sort it out.
Really don't know how I'm going to tackle the subject, but... it's not fair, the rest of us knowing his secrets without him knowing that we know.
At least then he would have a chance to explain himself.
Oh, and on a lighter note: MY PACKAGE OF GOODIES FROM RAZ ARRIVED!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY.
A post of awesomeness is coming soon, but I'll need to get my scanner working first.
In amongst the previously mentioned awesomeness, were ingredients to make S'mores!
Being a filthy english swine I've never experianced such American treats as this, and after following the directions on the Grahams packet I think I managed it.
Oh god.. I think it's alive.
I never knew simple food could be this horrifying and wrong and delicious.
Then I accidentally added caramel-centred chocolate into the mix and things got weird.
It's self-aware! Oh god, it's got me! Save yourselves.. go on without me.... om nom nom...