and the love kickstarts again
So I changed my layout. Hope it doesn't freak anyone out. :)
After a lovely day at Steph's (during which time we went to the Happy Fiar's - where the servers were neither happy nor friars, and Steph paid for my food like the manly man she is - and I lost at darts, badly) I went hope and watched some Mentalist, which I must admit: I had been missing rather dearly. The episode with the murdering clown kind of freaking me out, though, and I felt for Molly.
Neil's sleepover occurred the day after, where I gave all available parties their holiday presents. Then we watched some scary films. I believe most of my readers are aware that the term 'scary film' generally means 'film which is perhaps, at most, mildly bemusing to anyone above the age of four'. However, sadly, while we were in a mood to mock and laugh at our films, they in fact turned out to be incredibly horrific and very, very scary.
One involved 'Craig', the mutant-abandoned-abortion-baby, killing a woman by sticking a knife up her lady area.
Yes. That scary.
(And no, I totally didn't hide in that bit. What are you talking about I don't even.)
I screamed pretty amazingly a couple of times. Me and Abbie kept up out late-night repartee of taking flash pictures, talking loudly and screaming 'CHOPPING WOOD CHOPPING WOOD, I GAWT WOOD'.
Then I was ill for a couple of days, which I spent alternately in bed (missing Inception, I am sad to say) and bent over a toilet. I read The God of Small Things (dIsTuRbInG!!!!!!) and Hound of The Baskervilles (less distrubing, more fUcKiNg BrIlLiAnT). I was doped up on Migraleve and brownies and South Park for a while, but I'm over the worst of it though. So all's good. :)
My uncle's staying down for a couple of days now. And then my grandma. No, you are correct. They do live together. And are coming down separately. Do not ask me why. I'm trying not to think about it, the more I think about it the more illogical it is and the more my headache hurts.
:))))
PS: Alan Pownall is iTunes free single of the week. GO DOWNLOAD NOW. GO GO GO GO GO.
After a lovely day at Steph's (during which time we went to the Happy Fiar's - where the servers were neither happy nor friars, and Steph paid for my food like the manly man she is - and I lost at darts, badly) I went hope and watched some Mentalist, which I must admit: I had been missing rather dearly. The episode with the murdering clown kind of freaking me out, though, and I felt for Molly.
Neil's sleepover occurred the day after, where I gave all available parties their holiday presents. Then we watched some scary films. I believe most of my readers are aware that the term 'scary film' generally means 'film which is perhaps, at most, mildly bemusing to anyone above the age of four'. However, sadly, while we were in a mood to mock and laugh at our films, they in fact turned out to be incredibly horrific and very, very scary.
One involved 'Craig', the mutant-abandoned-abortion-baby, killing a woman by sticking a knife up her lady area.
Yes. That scary.
(And no, I totally didn't hide in that bit. What are you talking about I don't even.)
I screamed pretty amazingly a couple of times. Me and Abbie kept up out late-night repartee of taking flash pictures, talking loudly and screaming 'CHOPPING WOOD CHOPPING WOOD, I GAWT WOOD'.
Then I was ill for a couple of days, which I spent alternately in bed (missing Inception, I am sad to say) and bent over a toilet. I read The God of Small Things (dIsTuRbInG!!!!!!) and Hound of The Baskervilles (less distrubing, more fUcKiNg BrIlLiAnT). I was doped up on Migraleve and brownies and South Park for a while, but I'm over the worst of it though. So all's good. :)
My uncle's staying down for a couple of days now. And then my grandma. No, you are correct. They do live together. And are coming down separately. Do not ask me why. I'm trying not to think about it, the more I think about it the more illogical it is and the more my headache hurts.
:))))
PS: Alan Pownall is iTunes free single of the week. GO DOWNLOAD NOW. GO GO GO GO GO.