For the attention of iain: Simon Munnery will be performing at the Stamford Arts Centre on the 23rd of July.

Oh, guys, I'm drunk. Despite that I mean it when I say I love you all and wish you the very best of Christmasses. ♥

The ham is delicious, but I don't think I like the sinister look on Paul's face.

I didn't wake up in time to let the menagerie out. I got woken up, in fact, about five minutes before the taxi arrived which meant that I didn't have time for anything I had planned or to collect all of my stuff. I was annoyed at the time but meh, I suppose it just means I'll have to stop over tomorrow night so that I can pick up whatever I left ( Read more... )

He tries to embrace her, she wants him to race her (he needs a laser to get it through her skull) - means and lies and hatreds, tears that fall in sequence, cold caressing inkprint; conversation growing dull. Says he's a poet (lousy protazoan), and he kisses ass for free. I took a vow of silence when he tried to talk to me, I just turn on the TV. ( Read more... )

I go outside and I look at the bright blue sky and I can't stop thinking how damn happy I am. I know that I'm just a silly little girl underneath everything and that a million other people have felt this way before me, and that a million more will feel this way again - but everything's so wonderful and right here, right now, I'm fucking special.

C'est ne pas un update.

A dozen red roses makes a bunch that's about half the size of me and smells like heaven. That's the first thing that hit me - the scent, as I walked through the door. And then I cried, because I was overwhelmed. And then I composed myself, and then I called Sam and cried down the phone at her because I'm so damn happy. This pisses on my other ( Read more... )

My brain cells have been humming the Trading Up theme tune as they die.