Sub Zero vs... ("Fight!")
For the benefit of anyone who hasn't yet seen my Arctic Goth Chic, this is me after shoveling several feet of snow off the steps.
(Yes, I am secretly auditioning for a cameo in a dodgy Islamic terrorist video. Well, either that or another Mortal Kombat sequel).
I am 98% Evil Genius.
I am pure evil. I lie awake at night devising schemes of world domination, and I will not rest until all living souls bend to my will.
Take the
Evil Genius Test
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And while I'm waving pictures around, this is me hanging out with some random ladies about a month ago...
...or not. Seems that livejournal won't let me share either of the (gasp!) two wedding pictures that I have. So anyway...
After finding out last week that my visa expires on February 28th and not March 14th as we had thought, H managed to get the application together just in time. So that's something. Now we just have to wait for the interview, and hope that it won't be as grueling a process as the original visa application was.
H has still been feeling ill, leaving me to socialize with some of her friends without her there to caution me with wifely wisdom. So last Saturday night I got drunk enough at a party to agree to play five-a-side football the following morning at 8am. I have played football *once* in my adult life. And staggering around a pitch with an awful hangover and barely any sleep is not an experience I care to repeat any time soon.
It was H's turn to come home drunk on Friday night - almost. We had agreed to go and support a friend who was singing (well, shouting raucously into a microphone) for some dodgy Irish-music cover band called 'The Sisters Of Murphy'.
I left halfway through because I couldn't take any more, and I expected H to get home about an hour later. But she called about 1am to say that they were all heading on to a strip club. Without the threat of further Irish music, I rejoined them and the remainder of the night was spent watching naked girls attacking men with their breasts.
(Yes, I am secretly auditioning for a cameo in a dodgy Islamic terrorist video. Well, either that or another Mortal Kombat sequel).
I am 98% Evil Genius.
I am pure evil. I lie awake at night devising schemes of world domination, and I will not rest until all living souls bend to my will.
Take the
Evil Genius Test
@ FualiDotCom
And while I'm waving pictures around, this is me hanging out with some random ladies about a month ago...
...or not. Seems that livejournal won't let me share either of the (gasp!) two wedding pictures that I have. So anyway...
After finding out last week that my visa expires on February 28th and not March 14th as we had thought, H managed to get the application together just in time. So that's something. Now we just have to wait for the interview, and hope that it won't be as grueling a process as the original visa application was.
H has still been feeling ill, leaving me to socialize with some of her friends without her there to caution me with wifely wisdom. So last Saturday night I got drunk enough at a party to agree to play five-a-side football the following morning at 8am. I have played football *once* in my adult life. And staggering around a pitch with an awful hangover and barely any sleep is not an experience I care to repeat any time soon.
It was H's turn to come home drunk on Friday night - almost. We had agreed to go and support a friend who was singing (well, shouting raucously into a microphone) for some dodgy Irish-music cover band called 'The Sisters Of Murphy'.
I left halfway through because I couldn't take any more, and I expected H to get home about an hour later. But she called about 1am to say that they were all heading on to a strip club. Without the threat of further Irish music, I rejoined them and the remainder of the night was spent watching naked girls attacking men with their breasts.