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Two things:
Oct. 14th, 2008 10:23 pm- Hamish McBeth is repeating on the ABC. Maybe they know something I don't. Either way, I'm fucking loving it. It is JUST as funny and awesome as I remember it being. It's comforting to know that as a kid, I had good taste.
- I was a little fearful of the possibility of losing Tennant to ANYONE in the Doctor Who stakes, but after watching Hamish McBeth and remembering those cheeky devilish brown eyes on Carlyle... *happy sigh* I don't think I'll mind QUITE so much. It'll take the sting out of the change if it DOES go to Robert Carlyle. And by taking out the sting, I mean WOW HOT SCOTSMAN ORGASM on top of my AW NO DON'T GO TEN!!! Not that I require Doctor Who to be hot. I just require him NOT TO BE JAMES "DICKFACE" NESBITT. (And don't even start waffling on about how great is in the comments section of the post cause I SO don't want to know, I'm so sick of hearing about him, he's a fucking overrated sack of shit and I don't want to have to talk trash at my friends cause I love you so much. If you love me, you'll just say nothing and move on. I WILL NEVER LIKE NESBITT. Case closed, no exceptions, no "But he's really great in Jekyll!", no "Oh but COLD FEET", nothing.)
In other news, I am irrationally hormonal and bitchy today. (HAH! NO SHIT!) It's like my worst worst worst PMS day MULTIPLIED BY TEN. I mean, if someone gets under my skin, I might seriously break some shit or something. Like my shift key, as you can see by this post, it's in serious danger of dying of over-use. (I do not use the capslock for it lacks precision).
It might have something to do with the fact that I spent two days fighting a horrible temperature, and now that my body has finally won out, no, that's not the end of it. I had to get tonsilitis as well, didn't I? I LOOK LIKE I HAVE TESTICLES LIVING IN MY THROAT. WHAT THE HELL, YO!? Never mind that all this is a mere month or so from the last temperature inducing illness I had which was a total smack in the balls, I tell you. It was a killer. I was out a whole week. I was scared it would be a repeat. No, this one is torturing my most beloved asset - my vocal chords. If I could face off this virus, I would so kick it in the RNA, I would kick it so hard it would wish it was a complicated string of protein-based chemicals in a pool of cosmic goo again. It would have wished it'd made the decision to STAY a bacterium and live a fairly innocuous and beneficial living of lining some animal's colon and helping them be a more efficient walking poop factory.
I also have the inability to keep shit short. This was supposed to be a two line post. WHAT the fuck happened?! I'm just ranting and raving like a crazy motherfucker today. Maybe the pain is making me crazy. Or the days and days of constant codeine to fight the horrible madness inducing temperatures. Or it could be Mirena. Or it could be "All of the above - enjoy it, you nutty whore!"
By the way, Resetti in the game Animal Crossing: Wild World is seriously mentally scarring. There is no way, under any God in the sky, that I'm letting an animated little piece of shit like him make me say bad things about myself. For the third time, the fucking DS ran out of batteries without me realising it. It must have been kicked from the recharge cord I keep it on when I'm not using it. It just makes shit easer for me to do that. Anywa, he comes back a third time and starts shreiking at me like some hysterical freakin' bitch and making type in stuff, and then he tries to get me to type that I'm stupid and stuff. "SUCK MY COCK" is what the little jerk got. He better not fuck with me. I can stand there giving him insults ALL DAY if I have to. I am not bad-mouthing myself for a simple mistake, I don't care how fucking funny Nintendo find him. If I had any advice for Nintendo, it would be to totally tone down that character. Making kids say bad things about themselves because they accidentally turned off a fucking DS is hideous. It's WAY more damaging than the entire GTA series could EVER ever be, I reckon.
And with that, I'm actually signing off. I'm tired, I'm sore and I have to go take a fuck-tonne of pills. (Most are vitamins which I'm pretty sure don't cause any problems, so nobody start drawing Heath Ledger comparisons, *please*, I cleared it all with my doctor for God's sakes). And if the tone of this post has been offensive to any of you, well, I'm very sorry. Just understand that hormones are horrible, mind-altering, brain-twisting things that listen to no man or woman and do their will as they will. And at the moment I have both my body and an inserted device waging war on each other deciding what exactly my body will be doing with itself. It's carnage. Hormone carnage. Love you all.
PS. Bulla chocolate-coated icecreams are like, my dessert-treat du jour right now. Their coldness on my inflamed throat and their chocolatey goodness? OH MY GOD.
- I was a little fearful of the possibility of losing Tennant to ANYONE in the Doctor Who stakes, but after watching Hamish McBeth and remembering those cheeky devilish brown eyes on Carlyle... *happy sigh* I don't think I'll mind QUITE so much. It'll take the sting out of the change if it DOES go to Robert Carlyle. And by taking out the sting, I mean WOW HOT SCOTSMAN ORGASM on top of my AW NO DON'T GO TEN!!! Not that I require Doctor Who to be hot. I just require him NOT TO BE JAMES "DICKFACE" NESBITT. (And don't even start waffling on about how great is in the comments section of the post cause I SO don't want to know, I'm so sick of hearing about him, he's a fucking overrated sack of shit and I don't want to have to talk trash at my friends cause I love you so much. If you love me, you'll just say nothing and move on. I WILL NEVER LIKE NESBITT. Case closed, no exceptions, no "But he's really great in Jekyll!", no "Oh but COLD FEET", nothing.)
In other news, I am irrationally hormonal and bitchy today. (HAH! NO SHIT!) It's like my worst worst worst PMS day MULTIPLIED BY TEN. I mean, if someone gets under my skin, I might seriously break some shit or something. Like my shift key, as you can see by this post, it's in serious danger of dying of over-use. (I do not use the capslock for it lacks precision).
It might have something to do with the fact that I spent two days fighting a horrible temperature, and now that my body has finally won out, no, that's not the end of it. I had to get tonsilitis as well, didn't I? I LOOK LIKE I HAVE TESTICLES LIVING IN MY THROAT. WHAT THE HELL, YO!? Never mind that all this is a mere month or so from the last temperature inducing illness I had which was a total smack in the balls, I tell you. It was a killer. I was out a whole week. I was scared it would be a repeat. No, this one is torturing my most beloved asset - my vocal chords. If I could face off this virus, I would so kick it in the RNA, I would kick it so hard it would wish it was a complicated string of protein-based chemicals in a pool of cosmic goo again. It would have wished it'd made the decision to STAY a bacterium and live a fairly innocuous and beneficial living of lining some animal's colon and helping them be a more efficient walking poop factory.
I also have the inability to keep shit short. This was supposed to be a two line post. WHAT the fuck happened?! I'm just ranting and raving like a crazy motherfucker today. Maybe the pain is making me crazy. Or the days and days of constant codeine to fight the horrible madness inducing temperatures. Or it could be Mirena. Or it could be "All of the above - enjoy it, you nutty whore!"
By the way, Resetti in the game Animal Crossing: Wild World is seriously mentally scarring. There is no way, under any God in the sky, that I'm letting an animated little piece of shit like him make me say bad things about myself. For the third time, the fucking DS ran out of batteries without me realising it. It must have been kicked from the recharge cord I keep it on when I'm not using it. It just makes shit easer for me to do that. Anywa, he comes back a third time and starts shreiking at me like some hysterical freakin' bitch and making type in stuff, and then he tries to get me to type that I'm stupid and stuff. "SUCK MY COCK" is what the little jerk got. He better not fuck with me. I can stand there giving him insults ALL DAY if I have to. I am not bad-mouthing myself for a simple mistake, I don't care how fucking funny Nintendo find him. If I had any advice for Nintendo, it would be to totally tone down that character. Making kids say bad things about themselves because they accidentally turned off a fucking DS is hideous. It's WAY more damaging than the entire GTA series could EVER ever be, I reckon.
And with that, I'm actually signing off. I'm tired, I'm sore and I have to go take a fuck-tonne of pills. (Most are vitamins which I'm pretty sure don't cause any problems, so nobody start drawing Heath Ledger comparisons, *please*, I cleared it all with my doctor for God's sakes). And if the tone of this post has been offensive to any of you, well, I'm very sorry. Just understand that hormones are horrible, mind-altering, brain-twisting things that listen to no man or woman and do their will as they will. And at the moment I have both my body and an inserted device waging war on each other deciding what exactly my body will be doing with itself. It's carnage. Hormone carnage. Love you all.
PS. Bulla chocolate-coated icecreams are like, my dessert-treat du jour right now. Their coldness on my inflamed throat and their chocolatey goodness? OH MY GOD.
