JOHNNY DEPP. GOD DAMN IT!

I liked you! WHY? WHY?! What about Lily-Rose?!

I really don't want to stop indulging in Johnny Depp movies, but he gives me no bloody choice.

Dear Global Warming Buttock Accoutrement Milliners:

To those that think it won't be so bad if the world warms up a degree or two,

To those that think it's not happening at all,

To those that think it won't affect them:

I invite you to come and stay here, in SUNNY PERTH, during the MIDDLE OF SUMMER. It's nearly 8 at night and it's still 40 degrees. I am so hot right now, I barely have the words for it. It is HORRIBLE. I don't even know where my cat is hiding.

I CAN DO HIGH 30s. I CANNOT DO THIS. I CANNOT DO THE MID 40s, OKAY?

My laziness knows no bounds.

It's 39 degrees out at 8 at night.

I can't lie in my room because it's too hot.

I'm sick as a dog from the pill and in terrible pain.

I'm confined to the couch in the lounge under the air conditioner.

You know what this means, right?

Time to play Sims 2. I've just gotten pregnant with the Doctor's second child. Yes, Ten. Though, I'd make Four if they only made his fucking hair-do, but they don't.

I might or might not be seeing Ares on the side. He's getting married to Xena, though. And Joxer and Gabrielle are pregnant with their first child. D'awww.

Bones geeking.

I think I've waited my whole life to hear David Boreanaz say "A death beam or a giant space baby!".

*chortle*