Mascot Roadkill Mark 2

eheeheeheeheeheeheehee

*rolls about on the floor in fits of glee*

ilu Crystal Dynamics, ilu so hard.

I finally got to finish Legend (finally). They made Lara in to a mad pistol-whipping bint. The fourteen-year-old Katy inside me actually wept with joy.

(If you're wondering, which I imagine you're not, but hey, it's a lot like when you went to see Casino Royale and realized that rather than send the whole James Bond franchise further down the steaming poo-pile it was going, they hit it with an awesomestick. It's a lot like that, only a fair bit easier on the eye than Daniel Craig.)

And um, telesales job, mind-numbindly dull. Need money for wedding. Spend evenings looking at wedding dresses online. Kipper. But it's alright because everything's alright and I love Lara Croft far too much to be humanly healthy this morning.

My Gift to You All

Vampire Names. Have fun.

Me?

The Great Archives determine you to have gone by the identity:
Rosalind de Pompadour
Known in some parts of the world as:
Iseult of The Storm Riders
The Great Archives Record:
The Riders come with the rain clouds, you will hear the thunder of their hooves in the sky.

Dang it

Now I want to watch Dogtanian because of you, Jane. I will have to get the dvds from Lucy when I get home. @_@ And even more than that I want Willy Fogg on dvd. That was so freaking awesome...

Anyway, I have new fun for you. Fun that may well have been generated from my complete loathing of thinking about things in real life at present, but hey, take fun where you get it. Because I'm actually an illiterate 12 (roflmao omg etc) year old at heart, I spend far too much time playing with Gaia Online. This in itself is not what I wish to recommend. What I do want to recommend is this. Dressing up! ^____^

Show me your best. Do it.

I blame you for this

If I didn't love my friends so much, I'd probably be someone cooler. :p

Which Muskehound are you?

Well That's What I Get for Complaining

I've got chronic earache. I can't fly. I've spent the whole day running around after the insurance people/medical people/airlines trying to get my flight rearranged because I am officially certified unfit to fly. -_-

The idea of an extra week here with Daniel is very nice indeed, but the sheer amount of stress it is generating, whilst I'm still sitting here feeling like someone is using my eardrum like a pincushion, is not welcome. I've had to spend over 100 quid on medical fees today along, which I'm not entirely sure I will be reimbursed or now, and thanks to a string of balls-ups between one party and another, I still haven't been allowed to rearrange my flight. And it's going to be rendered unrefundable if I'm not able to do it first thing tomorrow morning. Suffice to say I'm feeling a tad unhappy at the moment.

I may be home this time next week if I'm lucky. I just want to sleep and not talk to people in call centres any more.