Mmm... A kind of pastry...

Awkward

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 00:09:20 GMT

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.

Shit, son

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 11:17:55 GMT

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?

Things that are not fun

Fri, 21 Aug 2009 22:50:04 GMT

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?

Running Up That Hill in awesome vision

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 21:55:09 GMT

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.