That new one's not much use, is he.

It's sad to think that nice tweed one had to die to make him.

*falls down drunk* Ooooh, pretty lights!

*staggers about a bit*

I am a bit tipsy.

*falls over*

How is everyone?

What's all this about a daughter?

*wince*

I think I may be a little bit drunk.

Oh God, I think I may be the Doctor's mother. Shit. I suppose it was inevitable, really. There go the wedding plans.

Jo has gone. I don't know where she is now. So I'm auditioning for a new companion.

Apply in the comments, thank you, dearies.

thedoctor_lj and I are engaged. He loves me ever so much, and I love him too. Oh course, he's a bit old for me, but I can look past shallow things like that. It is all very exciting.

*cries*

There are some very exciting things happening around here lately. Perhaps the most exciting is my new frock. I really do like acquiring new dresses like that ( Read more... )

I am fabulous.

That is all.

God, I'm wonderful.

Got up at 2pm, had to prod Jo a bit before she'd make the tea. The lazy little thing. Thinking of getting a new companion.

Am not drunk, thank you very much.

*falls over*

Shag?

Jo and I are having a wonderful time. Once we foiled the generic evil plot by the generic evil corporation, we were hailed as heroines and given a lot of wine. They love us here.

I see that Fitz has finally left little Tegan. A good move, I feel. She's so melodramatic.

All this Woodstock lark is starting to get to me. There isn't even Shirley Bassey on this line-up. How odd.

The bus is playing up again. Hopefully I can steal borrow some technical things from the Doctor's TARDIS to fix it.

I think Jo is angsting. I hate it when companions do that, it forces me to think of them as sentient human beings.