Two bugs are quite clearly mating on my nightshirt. I need to sleep, so I need my nightshirt, but at the same time I don't want to disturb what is bound to be a beautiful and lifechanging moment for these two.

It's an awkward situation, all in all, and I'm not sure how this will play out.

I'm going to New Zealand. Like, for real, not just in my head. 6 months, on my own, in a country filled with people I don't know.

What the Hell have I gotten myself into?

1: Attempting to explain to a 65 year old internet-newcomer, that after posting a comment on the newspaper's website, it will remember his name and e-mail address due to something called a cookie, which saves itself to his computer, and allows the website to recognize his IP-address. It does not mean that everyone who goes on the website will see his name and e-mail. After 10 minutes I realised I should have just told him his computer was a wizard and that he should burn it before it turned him into a lizard.

2: Watching a zombie movie and then have the drunk neighbor knock on your window while mumbling and yelling for you. I would have peed myself if I'd had anything to drink in the last 2 hours.

3: Having the guy you've been calling your boyfriend call you 'his friend'. Thanks a lot, dude. No soup for you.


In other news I smell like a foot, and have developed a crush on Ed Helms. Again. What's up with you guys?

Someone get me a better Kate Bush cover than this, I dare you. If you find it, I will buy you ice cream.





I love The William Blakes, like I love toast.