This is Guy Faulkes. These are his Catholic friends.
Oh ESL worksheets. How, sometimes, I love you.
So, my updatey shiteness continues, even though last week I went for a signing with Gareth David-Lloyd, with Merlin's Bradley and Angel, and went drinking with cienna and burkesl17. Oh hang on. Drinking with cienna. Pretty sure that's been happening just about every day lately. My liver hates you, by the way.
Gareth was cute, and tried to steal my tentacle monster. Angel was gorgeous. Bradley had bum fluff on his face.
Drinking occured, to continue the theme, in the Angel near Tottenham Court Road, which is fast becoming one of my favourite pubs.
We've also been frequenting some crypts lately. This is not as strange as it sounds. There are several crypt cafes in London, and I think my favourite for drinks is St. Martin-in-the-Fields, and for lunch the food is amazing at St. Mary-le-Bow's crypt cafe. They have quiche. And pillars. And creepy little coves to huddle in. St. Martin-in-the-Fields also has amazing music up in its church, which cienna and I checked out last Saturday after a brilliant day shopping, eating Indian, and wandering around various Soho sex shops looking for bondage gear. That's right. After tasting sparkly blue lube and discovering gun oil lubricant we went to church.
Finally, NaNoWriMo is going horrendously. *Insert pathetic 3K wordcount here* I blame my current obsession with drawing bad pictures in MS Paint. Even so, I am determined yet to at least beat my word count from last year!
Finally, WHUT?! THE US ARMY IS TRYING TO MAKE US ALL GHEY!
So, my updatey shiteness continues, even though last week I went for a signing with Gareth David-Lloyd, with Merlin's Bradley and Angel, and went drinking with cienna and burkesl17. Oh hang on. Drinking with cienna. Pretty sure that's been happening just about every day lately. My liver hates you, by the way.
Gareth was cute, and tried to steal my tentacle monster. Angel was gorgeous. Bradley had bum fluff on his face.
Drinking occured, to continue the theme, in the Angel near Tottenham Court Road, which is fast becoming one of my favourite pubs.
We've also been frequenting some crypts lately. This is not as strange as it sounds. There are several crypt cafes in London, and I think my favourite for drinks is St. Martin-in-the-Fields, and for lunch the food is amazing at St. Mary-le-Bow's crypt cafe. They have quiche. And pillars. And creepy little coves to huddle in. St. Martin-in-the-Fields also has amazing music up in its church, which cienna and I checked out last Saturday after a brilliant day shopping, eating Indian, and wandering around various Soho sex shops looking for bondage gear. That's right. After tasting sparkly blue lube and discovering gun oil lubricant we went to church.
Finally, NaNoWriMo is going horrendously. *Insert pathetic 3K wordcount here* I blame my current obsession with drawing bad pictures in MS Paint. Even so, I am determined yet to at least beat my word count from last year!
Finally, WHUT?! THE US ARMY IS TRYING TO MAKE US ALL GHEY!