Tumblarity is divebombing a bit

Which is kinda nice cos I’ve been kinda busy and also, sleeping a lot.

I think of you all often!

Skanky pigeons and fat squirrels.

I just had the most awesome couple of days.

I went to London to stay with @damohopo and met his family.  His mum and dad are just lovely! I could have talked to both of them forever. And his kids are UNBELIEVABLY ADORABLE and so well behaved and seriously, it’s bad enough being in love with some guy who lives in a different country, but his family too?! That just makes living in a different country that extra bit sucky. As if it wasn’t sucky enough.

The best bit (that I’m gonna tell you lot about anyway!) was walking through St James Park, kicking piles of leaves, laughing, chatting, holding hands and being all “I don’t have a care in the world. Do you have a care in the world? I don’t.” It was awesome.

Anyway, I’m going back in 10 days and I can hardly wait.

I might be pregnant

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Holyshit guys.

The night after we climbed Ben Nevis, @damohopo and I went out for dinner, to a lovely little Italian restaurant in Fort William.  After our meal, we were walking back to the hostel, but it was raining.  We sought shelter in the door way of a chapel.  While we were there, I’ll admit, we made out a little. (as you do)

Only after the making out, did we realise that the sheltered doorway belonged to the Roman Catholic Church of the Immaculate Conception.

Immaculate Conception people!

And the immaculate conception would have happened on halloween night!

Do you know what this means??

Demon Jesus!

Forget it, suckers! I’ve already contacted our fine Irish lass and locked up all film and derivative rights in the US, Canada, the EU, and Japan.

Yeah, that’s right. You thought you were gonna sneak around behind me and do some clever Japanese adaptation that would win all the acclaim. Ha!

I’ve got the director of Troll 2 lined up already. I see him daily as he squeegees my windshield at one of the lights on my drive to work. For casting, we’re thinking Lindsay Lohan as the demon spawn. I’ll be sure to keep you informed.

The story begins when God obviously smited us when we were ontop of that mountain.  Probably for saying “Jesus Fucking Christ my legs are sore” too many times.

Lindsay Lohan would make a good anti-Christ.

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I might be pregnant

Holyshit guys.

The night after we climbed Ben Nevis, @damohopo and I went out for dinner, to a lovely little Italian restaurant in Fort William.  After our meal, we were walking back to the hostel, but it was raining.  We sought shelter in the door way of a chapel.  While we were there, I’ll admit, we made out a little. (as you do)

Only after the making out, did we realise that the sheltered doorway belonged to the Roman Catholic Church of the Immaculate Conception.

Immaculate Conception people!

And the immaculate conception would have happened on halloween night!

Do you know what this means??

Demon Jesus!

the truth is

inthefade:

I don’t give a fuck what you think about me. I don’t care if you follow or unfollow me, if you read my shit, if you look at my pictures, if you star my tweets, if you put me on any damn list, if you think you I’m funny, if you think I’m an asshole, if you hate my favorite team/band/ice cream flavor, if you think what I do with my life and/or spare time is worthless, if you think I tweet too much or tumblr too much or spend too much time online or talk too much about my kids, my boyfriend, my job or my music collection, if you won’t friend me on last.fm, if you think you’re better than me, smarter than me, a better writer than me, somehow above me, if you think I’m vain or shallow or passive aggressive, if you hate me, loathe me, shun me, ignore me, make a voodoo doll that looks like me, if you hate the way I dress or think I work too fast or or work too much or too hard if you block my email or unfriend me on facebook or think I’m fat, ugly, worthless, awkward, wasting my time, bathing in negativity, sharing too much, sharing not enough, talk about things you hate, think my novel in progress sucks, if you find me unapproachable, inaccessible, unlovable, unlikeable, contradictory, if you think I should get a life or die or shut up, if you have more friends, go to more social events, hang around with the important people than me that boost your self importance.

I don’t care.

I have finally stopped caring what people I have no respect for think of me. Or don’t think of me.

Amen for not giving a fuck what people think!

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