suck me off America
Yes, you may be a pretty snowy wonderland right now, but I've just had dinner with four brilliant welshies (and a quarter-glass of really good white wine), so I AM HAPPY. Well, sort of. I'm happy in my airy-fairy, timey-wimey kind of way when my head is filled with pretty pictures of London and Cardiff and Anglesey and Aberystwyth and ga'i pwdin nadolig, os gwelloch chi'n da? S'not like I'm happy in the moment, I'm happy for others, the ones who got a good buggering boarding school british education and vacationed in Berlin and Cornwall while the snow fell in victorian london.
Know what I mean?
Know what I mean?